Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(113)
Dorian reaches over and removes the necklace from its box. He stands behind me, taking my hair into his hands and gently sliding it over my shoulder. His soft lips graze my neck before he places the necklace around it. I turn and look up at him lovingly.
“I want you to keep this on, always. And think of me. I want to always be on your mind,” he says tenderly. “As you are always on mine.”
I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around Dorian’s neck, my fingers tangling in his hair furiously as I press my lips to his. He welcomes it, allowing our tongues to slowly dance to the rhythm of our panting breaths. Dorian grips my lower back, crushing my body against his. His hands move down to palm my ass, kneading the soft flesh to the tempo of our intense lip-lock.
Swiftly, he lifts me up, turning and walking towards the bed effortlessly without breaking our kiss. He lies me down gently on my back, and I open my legs wider to welcome his body on top of mine. Fire erupts between us, our friction causing the flames to rage out of control. I clutch his back in desperation, pulling his shirt up over his head. I want to feel his skin on mine. As if reading my mind, Dorian moves his hands up my sweater, quickly relinquishing me of it. He eyes the black floral lace bra he purchased for me from Cashmere. The contrast of the dark fabric against my creamy beige skin causes him to take in a sharp breath. He gently caresses the tops of my cleavage appreciatively, his long fingers stroking each curve and mound. His touch is so erotic and deliberate; my nerve endings come to life with every stroke. God, I’ve missed him.
Dorian’s index finger moves under the front clasp of my bra. But before he can undo it, we hear the booming sounds of laughter from the living room. The guys are back, and their liveliness has intruded on our intimate moment. Dorian slowly closes his eyes to compose himself then sits up to my dismay.
“We better save this for later,” he mutters, offering his hand to help me up. I sigh heavily and reluctantly take it.
We search for our shirts and slide them on, though I can’t mask my irritated expression. I’ve been waiting to be with Dorian for two weeks. Not only feel him inside of me but just to have him near me. His proximity makes me feel whole, complete. It soothes me and I feel secure and safe with him. I’ve concluded that whatever he is, his powers have healing and comforting properties, not unlike the gifts of the Light. Dorian is too good to be anything less.
Dorian and I begrudgingly leave the sanctuary of the bedroom. He grabs my hand, our fingers intertwining like old lovers, and leads me out to my rowdy crowd of friends. And Aurora. Conversation ceases as we approach and I smile nervously to break the tension. Jared looks uncomfortable with Dorian’s presence, and I can’t help but feel glad that he’s affected. Having Aurora here hasn’t exactly been a cakewalk, especially with them being so openly affectionate. Though I would never flaunt my relationship with Dorian to prove a point, it feels good to know that Jared’s getting just a tiny taste of his own medicine.
“Hey guys,” Morgan says to break the ice. “We were just talking about our plans for this evening. Since the guys really don’t want to go to the event I had set up, any thoughts?”
“I may have a suggestion,” Dorian says. “There’s a place that just opened up here. I think you all may like it. My treat, of course. And I just so happen to know the owner.” I look up to give Dorian a curious smirk, and he returns it with a wink. Something tells me that I know the owner too.
“Sounds great!” Morgan says. Everyone else nods approvingly, even Jared, to my surprise.
After we’ve all been dismissed to get dressed, Dorian and I are back in the confines of the bedroom. There’s only one thing on my mind, and dinner is not it. I want to show him just how much I’ve missed him, just how much I need him. I want to show him how much I love him.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I breathe once I’ve clicked the door closed. My body is craving him like never before.
“Come here.”
Dorian pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his tan, chiseled chest, his tattoo peeking out from under his arm. His blue eyes are alight with desire, beckoning me to come to him. I saunter my way to him, offering my body. He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand adoringly and gives me a half-smile, as if I am a child. A little girl, as he likes to call me. Being in his presence, in all his glorious beauty and domineering power, I feel like one. Not because he makes me feel inferior but because I want to relinquish myself to him. I want to be his sacrificial little lamb.
Dorian grabs the hem of my sweater and slowly pulls it over my head. His eyes never leave mine, yet his hands caress my smooth skin with precision. It’s as if he is studying every curve, rise and line. A blind man who is committing my body to memory.