"Sarah."
A quiet voice from behind me makes me freeze halfway to my bed. Strong hands grip my hips to stop me turning around, and I clasp my towel closer to me as I feel the warmth of his body radiate into mine, drying the last of the dampness form my shower. His long hair tickles my shoulder as he leans into me.
"Sarah," he whispers in my ear. I shiver, feeling his breath ghosting over my skin.
"Sarah," he whispers again, lips brushing at the sensitive spot just under my earlobe. My eyes slide closed as he begins to kiss and lick his way down my neck.
"Do." Kiss. "Not." Lick. "Defy." Kiss. "Me." Lick.
He's at my collarbone now, sucking on the softest spots he can find, making all vague thoughts of defiance disappear. I draw in a shaky breath as his beautifully crooked teeth graze the sensitive spots over and over again.
He turns me around, and does the same to my other collarbone. I open my eyes and am met with the sight of his luscious blonde hair. As I subconsciously raise my hands to run them through it, my towel falls halfway down, kept in place only by his hands on my hips. He looks at me briefly and flashes his feral grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss, filled with passion.
I melt into the kiss, deepening it, and my knees start to buckle. He keeps me upright long enough to walk me over to the bed and lay me down, pushing my towel away as he does.
He breaks the kiss to look at me, his eyes raking over my body approvingly.
A slight blush spreads across my cheeks, but my embarrassment is soon forgotten as he leans over me and kisses me again, his lithe tongue demanding entrance before caressing mine.
His gloved hands are exploring my body, moving sensuously over my shoulders, down my arms, then back up to my chest, briefly palming my breasts and teasing my nipples, before sliding down to lightly massage my stomach. Then his hands are stroking my thighs, and his lips and making their way south, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.
My hands are still in his thick locks, tangling themselves in the long golden strands. My legs have inadvertently spread themselves, and his soft leather fingers are rubbing tenderly against my inner thighs. He places one last wet kiss on my lower abdomen, before his grinning face disappears between my legs. I tighten my hold on his wonderful tresses and throw my head back onto the pillows, allowing myself to become completely lost in the thrills he is introducing to me.
I open my eyes slowly, working out where I am. I'm lying naked on my bed, and my towel is lying on the floor nearby.
'What..? Did I fall asleep?' I wonder. Going to sit up, I notice a flash of white. I look down, and find a pure white feather resting lightly on my lower abdomen.
I frown and pick it up. As I stare at it, memories suddenly come flooding back.
...teeth graze the delicate spots ... capturing my lips in a searing kiss ... lost in the thrills...
Were they memories? Or were they just part of a vivid dream? I peer at the feather, then move over to sit in front of my mirror. I gaze at the small, but numerous marks covering my neck and collarbones. My fingertips brush over them lightly, wonderingly. 'It must have been real, then... But who—'
"Sarah..."
I recognise the voice in my head, and other memories float into my mind.
...long golden strands ... soft leather fingers rubbing tenderly...
A million questions bombard my mind, but I push them away for now, busy reliving the memory of that talented mouth, and the feel of those leather fingers…
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