03-06-2017, 08:39 PM
Dov studied her, stared at her, and Dizzy could see his mind working, the gears turning as those infinite black eyes lingered on her skin, traced the lines of her face, and finally met hers. She watched the look in his eyes shift from grief to hunger, and knew as he shoved her down and slid on top of her that he’d thought of a perfect way to distract himself from his pain.
Diz was good, after all, at being a distraction.
She expected teeth dragging along her skin, expected blood and pain and the fight that made things fun, made them both burn, made them both lose control. Instead, he settled on top of her, settled into her, and just looked at her. His dark gaze roved her body, traced the tangled lines where dark and light clashed on her skin, and slowly, so slowly, made its way to meet hers.
Fuck.
A nervous fluttering in her belly warned her they were entering uncharted territory here. There was something dangerously delicious in the way he touched her then, so gentle. Slow and tender, where they had only ever been sparks and conflagration. Diz wasn’t stupid enough to think there was affection in his touch, in the trailing of his lips along her skin, in the way he whispered her name and chased it with a kiss. Or at least she told herself she wasn’t that stupid.
She tried to lash out, to bite into that delectable skin, to chase him back to familiar ground and the dance of pleasure and pain they knew so well. Really, she did. But her body didn’t listen, melting beneath that sweet, gentle touch. A warm glow caught in her belly, spreading through her veins, and she drew in a ragged gasp as he rocked against her, pressing her face into his neck and moaning as she arched into him.
“Dov.” His name came out a breathy sigh instead of the familiar hungry growl she’d always used before, and when she finally touched him back it was just as gentle, just as sweet. She trailed delicate kisses along the wasted hollows of his neck, rubbed her cheek against the fall of his hair and breathed him in. That nervous flutter grew, mingling with the heat of his touch and making her burn in a whole new way.
One that scared the fuck out of her when it crept into her chest, a soft warm glow she didn’t trust for a heartbeat. Get the fuck off me, she tried to growl, but it came out a soft, aching, drawn out “Mmmmm.” And instead of pushing him away, instead of chasing him off and protecting herself from that goddamn glowing warmth, she pressed her lips to the sharp curve of his jaw and dragged in a shaky breath, reveling in the weight of him, in the softness of his touch, in the way he whispered her name against her skin.
“Don’t stop.”
Diz was good, after all, at being a distraction.
She expected teeth dragging along her skin, expected blood and pain and the fight that made things fun, made them both burn, made them both lose control. Instead, he settled on top of her, settled into her, and just looked at her. His dark gaze roved her body, traced the tangled lines where dark and light clashed on her skin, and slowly, so slowly, made its way to meet hers.
Fuck.
A nervous fluttering in her belly warned her they were entering uncharted territory here. There was something dangerously delicious in the way he touched her then, so gentle. Slow and tender, where they had only ever been sparks and conflagration. Diz wasn’t stupid enough to think there was affection in his touch, in the trailing of his lips along her skin, in the way he whispered her name and chased it with a kiss. Or at least she told herself she wasn’t that stupid.
She tried to lash out, to bite into that delectable skin, to chase him back to familiar ground and the dance of pleasure and pain they knew so well. Really, she did. But her body didn’t listen, melting beneath that sweet, gentle touch. A warm glow caught in her belly, spreading through her veins, and she drew in a ragged gasp as he rocked against her, pressing her face into his neck and moaning as she arched into him.
“Dov.” His name came out a breathy sigh instead of the familiar hungry growl she’d always used before, and when she finally touched him back it was just as gentle, just as sweet. She trailed delicate kisses along the wasted hollows of his neck, rubbed her cheek against the fall of his hair and breathed him in. That nervous flutter grew, mingling with the heat of his touch and making her burn in a whole new way.
One that scared the fuck out of her when it crept into her chest, a soft warm glow she didn’t trust for a heartbeat. Get the fuck off me, she tried to growl, but it came out a soft, aching, drawn out “Mmmmm.” And instead of pushing him away, instead of chasing him off and protecting herself from that goddamn glowing warmth, she pressed her lips to the sharp curve of his jaw and dragged in a shaky breath, reveling in the weight of him, in the softness of his touch, in the way he whispered her name against her skin.
“Don’t stop.”