The Dark Prince (The Dark Light Series)(51)

Dorian gives me his boyish, dazzling half-grin. He is simply so breathtaking, it literally makes my heart sputter. His smile makes me smile, and I do so widely. I lean forward a bit and gently touch my lips to his. Just a simple gesture to show him that he is not alone, and that my love for him is tender and sincere. He doesn’t want pity. He doesn’t want mourning. And I won’t give him that. I will give him me. I have to fix Dorian, the Dark assassin that I love so much it hurts, just as he has fixed me in my time of need. And there’s only one way I know how.

I let my hand move from his jawline to his disheveled black hair, grabbing soft handfuls. The other stealthily yet shakily reaches for the hem of his shirt. I slide it upwards, revealing defined cuts of muscle under smooth, olive skin and I gasp at the feel of it. His body truly never ceases to amaze me.

“I want it off,” I murmur, pulling away from him only to relinquish him of his shirt. I marvel at the sheer splendor before me, struggling to pull my eyes away. God, he’s marvelous. I could literally look at his body all day.

Hastily, I rejoin our lips, swinging my leg over his lap to straddle him. My tongue explores the sweet softness of his mouth as my hands grip his silky locks with fervor. I could never get enough of kissing him. The taste of his tongue is downright orgasmic. I moan against his lips, enthusiastically feeding my hunger for him.

Dorian’s hands are on my ass, squeezing, kneading, pulling me into the growing stiffness of his middle. Luckily I am only sheathed in a sleepshirt and panties, giving him easy access to my already tingling erogenous zones. But this is my show; I want to show him how much he is desired and loved. Tonight is not about him giving me yet another earth-shattering, hair-pulling, lip-biting orgasm. Tonight is about pleasing him.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips away from his only to leave a trail of soft kisses from his lips to his neck. I inhale his mouthwatering scent, all the while grazing the tiny stubble of his chin and throat with my tongue. I kiss a path to his marble-like chest, so smooth and hard to the touch. My lips find his right nipple, where I tease and suck and kiss tenderly. I hear him groan at the sensation, and his compulsory reaction encourages me to continue, moving to his left where I repeat the routine. His sighs develop into low hisses, and I know he is affected. He is aroused, and hearing him so exposed, so vulnerable, causes the flame between my thighs to erupt into a raging combustion.

“Shit, Gabriella,” Dorian moans, motivating me to repeat my slow, torturous attack.

My hands find the fly of his jeans, and I eagerly unfasten the top button and unzip them, unveiling the strained bulge constricted in denim. It feels so strong and vital, I just want it to live inside me. My hungry mouth leaves his skin so I can focus on the task of unleashing the pulsing, raging monster begging to be freed. I maneuver his jeans down to his ankles, where he aides me in my efforts by hurriedly kicking them off. I take in the magnificent man before me clad only in dark boxer briefs. As much as I want to just capture this moment and commit it to memory, I want him. And a simple eye-fuck will just not do.

I tug at the waist of his underwear, eager to discover just how deep his desire goes. As always, he doesn’t disappoint. Dorian gives me a front row viewing of his rock-hard length, causing my eyes to grow wide with delight. Impulsively, I lower my mouth to it, kissing the tip gently. I can hear a surprised breath catch in Dorian’s throat. He wants this, and so do I. And I give it to him, hungrily devouring his beautiful hardness with vigor.

Deep, baritone moans harmonize with the music, creating a melodic symphony of sex. Despite his pleas to slow my pace and show him mercy, I continue my oral assault, relishing in the involuntary trembles of his legs. I challenge myself to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth, wanting to taste every inch of him. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Pleasing him is all the motivation I need.

Dorian’s light trembles transform into jerking quivers and I know the end is near for him. Yet I don’t let up; I continue this delectable torture until I feel his intense shudders cease when he releases his sweet sap. I consume every bit of him before looking up at his sated expression through hooded eyes. He is completely bewildered at my spontaneity and I mentally pat myself on the back for being able to thoroughly blow his mind.

With my eyes still fixed on Dorian’s staggered, beautiful face, I pull my sleepshirt up over my head, exposing my full, perky mounds and satin panties. He bites his lip, eager to put his mouth on me but reigning in his usual plan of attack. He wants me to take the lead, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

I make a show of slipping my panties off, my eyes never leaving his as I bite my bottom lip in seductive verve. With a catlike slink, I make my way to him so our faces are just centimeters apart and I am hovering over his still-hardened rod. I tease him, lowering myself so that his impressive length just barely grazes my flesh then pulling away. It’s torturous for me too, but I love seeing Dorian so eager and ready to feel me.