Mists of Velvet

to his and watched as his hot gaze passed over her face, then down to where his hand cupped her breast. He used his fingers to feel her and send her nipple and areola puckering. Sharp stabs of need shot through her, straight to her belly, and suddenly she felt the desire to curl her fingers in his hair and guide his mouth to her breast.
    “Don’t be afraid, Rowan; don’t,” he whispered softly, gazing up into her eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I only want to be with you. To give you pleasure. To have you take it from me.”
    As if aware of her desires, Keir lowered his head to her breast and closed his eyes, running the tip of his tongue along her searching nipple. The sharp spark of desire ignited deep in her belly and made her knees weaken. She reached for him, her fingers biting into his upper arms—arms that felt so solid and strong.
    She watched as he curled his tongue around her nipple, then slipped it gently between his lips, sucking her. She had never seen anything so damned hot, and arousal swept through her, making her moan. She reached for his thick, silken hair and ran her fingers through it, clutching it tightly as he built the pressure up inside her. Not even her own fingers tugging at her nipples felt this arousing. Keir’s mouth was pure decadence, and she encouraged him further with little moans and whimpers.
    He lifted her up as though she weighed nothing, then turned her so she was kneeling on the bed and his mouth was level with her breasts. He was pushing both her breasts together.
    “So beautiful,” he rasped as he cupped her and brought her breasts together in his hands. “I want to do so many things with these. I could look at you forever. I could feast on you forever.”
    “Yes,” she said in a long rush of breath and whispered words as he ran his tongue along both nipples. He released her, nuzzling the scented valley of her breasts before capturing one nipple between his teeth and nibbling gently so that she called out and was forced to smother the sound in his hair.
    His hands slid down her waist to grasp her buttocks, and he cupped her, pushing her forward so that he took her breast into his mouth and suckled her fiercely as he kneaded her bottom. His finger found the cleft of her sex through her panties, and he pressed his finger against her, wetting the fabric. “Have you dreamed of me kissing you here?”
    She nodded, and with a wave of his hand, she was divested of her panties. “I’ve thought of it, too,” he whispered. Then he slid the pad of his thumb between her swollen folds until he found her clitoris. She sucked in a breath as he passed his thumb lightly over it. “I’ve thought every day about going down on you, tasting you. I’ve imagined you naked, but nothing compares to what I see now.”
    “Keir, you’re saying all the right things,” she gasped.
    “All true,” he whispered as he kissed his way down her chest. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in your store. I’ve had you every night in my dreams.”
    “Then why did you wait?”
    “Because I was afraid that I would hurt you. That you would see my tattoos, and that they would remind you I was not . . . human.” He met her gaze. “I want to be with you, Rowan. But I’m not a mortal man.”
    “I see only you now. I feel only you. Right now, it’s just you and I.” She was amazed at the words that fell so easily from her mouth. But they were the truth. Right now her past was forgotten. It was only Keir with her.
    “I’ll make this right for you, Rowan. I swear it.”
    She moaned as he slid down her body and put his mouth to her sex, blowing hot breath against her swollen, sensitive flesh.
    “You need it, don’t you? My mouth down here, tasting, licking . . . eating .”
    “Oh, God,” she cried as she felt his mouth pressed against her. She felt the firm, wet tip of his tongue thrusting between her sex until he could flick her clitoris, and she wanted to beg him to press his face into her so she could feel that hot, hard tongue on her skin. Thrusting her hips back so that his finger could enter her, he groaned and cupped her pussy, rubbing her with his palm as his finger sank into her.
    “You’re so wet.” His eyes had darkened to a glittering silver. The violet edge was now a dark purple. She saw that his fingers were wet and glistening, and that he wiped the moisture from his hand onto the black satin square.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Shh,” he