Chapter 162

Ciara stared at him in silence. His body was above her, his muscles coiled, his body still rock hard inside her.

His gleaming dark eyes burned into her, his handsome face drawn tight.

How was it possible that she could still want him? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, she ached for him…endlessly.

She arched wantonly as his lips touched the flat planes of her stomach. His teeth clamped together, pinching her skin and she hissed, arching towards his onslaught.

His tongue soothed the sting, circling higher motioning towards the creamy mounts bathed by the moonlight.

Ciara’s fingers dug into the soft, springy locks at Jon’s nape, a soft mewling floated into the air and when Jon’s satisfied rumble joined in she realized it was she.

She focused on the soft play of his mouth underneath her breasts, his tongue lapped, his lips suckled, his teeth nibbled. When those full lips closed over her aching, sensitive nubs, her mewling morphed into soft little gasps. Her hands became restless, pressing down on his head, keeping him captive against her breasts.

His powerful hands stroked her skin igniting her overheated skin until she thoughts she might sizzle into a heap of ashes.

He seemed to have read her mind, and he mumbled between her breasts.

“I cannot seem to extinguish the burning inside you baby…but hell…I’m so gonna enjoy trying…” His words faltered once again as he lost himself between her swollen breasts, rubbing his still swollen member over her mound.

An unexpected cry shot from her throat as she was suddenly snapped up in his arms.

“Close you eyes honey…I’m taking us home.”

Moments later they were in the sitting room.

Setting her down, he laced his fingers with her own, leading her towards the bedroom.

Reaching for one of his shirts, he threw it towards her, busying himself with a pair of comfortable, worn shorts.

His eyes examined her pale features. She looked so frail, her slim form spoke of poor eating.

“You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” He turned to look at her pouty lips, a soft laugh filled the air.

“I sometimes forget how young you are…so precious.” He left a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you something…and I wont take no for an answer!” He had already turned from, her thoughts bringing a sly smile to his face.

“I always keep to my promises Sweet Angel…I need you strong for what I have planned for you…and there is gonna be some begging…trust me.”

The flash of fangs and the raw promise in his eyes brought the tee over her head in a second flat.

She tip toed towards the kitchen, standing in the door way, she watched as he prepared her some light snacks. Fresh fruit were diced and cubed beneath deft fingers.

Inching closer, she settled onto a chair, drawing her knees up as she watched him work in silence as he prepared a platter fit for a king.

“I hope you are going to join in? I’ll never be able to finish all that.”

He didn’t falter, the knife carved masterfully, his hands placing the food artfully on a plate.

He eventually came towards her, the colorful platter balanced on his palm.

“Your appetite is quite intricate these days. I just wanted to make sure there would be something you’ll like.”

She eyed the carefully prepared feast with growing interest.

“Thank you.”

He walked past her, nodding towards the living room she followed silently.

He stopped in the middle of the room, waiting silently for her he handed her the plate.

“I’m gonna get us something to drink, be back in a minute.”

He found her on the carpet, the plate balanced on her on her knees.

She eyed the tray in his hand.

“Champagne? What are we celebrating?”

“Your return.”

She smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth.

Placing the tray on the coffee table, he lifted the plate from her sliding it next to the glasses.

Grabbing both her ankles he opened her legs, pulling her closer to him until she was between his legs. He bent his legs keeping her in an intimate circle while her thighs rested on his own.

From out of no where a black satin scarf appeared in his hands, Ciara’s heart skipped a beat.

The silent request was written in the glowing orbs, she nodded, closing her eyes, she waited willingly.

His gentle touch feathered on her face as he tightened the soft material around her eyes.