Page 29 of Ceremony of Lust
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I say, circling her. I lick my lips and bite down on my lip, stifling the urges inside me. “I want to give you a gift, Yael.”
Her head snaps up. “You’ve already given me so much. Please, take it back, whatever it is.”
I chuckle at her innocence. A more experienced woman would take one look at my eyes and listen to my words and justknow. “Yael.” I say her name fondly. “Sit down.”
She stumbles into one of the white leather club chairs along the far wall of the room and watches me with surprise as I kneel before her. My hands travel up her legs and land firmly on her knees. “What are you doing?” she whispers. There’s so much apprehension in her voice as she observes me with curious eyes.
“Giving you a gift,” I say right before I lift the skirts of her dress and press a kiss to the inside of her knee.
She gasps and presses herself against the back of the chair.
My hands push her skirts higher as I nudge her knees wider. My gaze lands on her panties. White satin briefs. I bet she thinks these are sexy. Little does she know what I plan to give her.
When the first hint of her scent hits my nose, I groan at the pureness of her. She smells of the sweetest fruit, ripe and ready for the taking.
“I want to feast on you,” I murmur as my kisses travel the length of her inner thigh. When my nose brushes her center, her hand lands firmly on top of my head, pushing me away.
“No!” she insists. “Stop, Zev. Please.”
I back away, sitting back on my heels and look at her, confused. Wasn’t this the girl who summoned me to her house in the middle of the night because she was concerned with my pleasure? “What’s the matter?”
“This isn’t right,” she explains, turning her head in embarrassment. “You shouldn’t do things like that.”
“I shouldn’t? I’m your husband, Yael. These are the things a man does to a woman.”
Her head whips back to face me. Any embarrassment she felt seems to have been replaced by fear. “You can’t be serious!”
I place my hands back on her knees and lean forward. “I’m very serious,” I tell her with a purr. “I have every intention of claiming you, at least in some way, right here, right now.”
She shakes her head and presses her fingers to her temples. “This is not what we’ve been told, what we’ve been taught. My job is to please you, to make you happy.”
“Nothing would make me happier than to feast on you.”
“Oh, my God,” she moans. “This is not . . . I’m so confused, Zev.”
“You have been taught the wrong thing your entire life. I understand that. My sisters were taught the same thing. But I am your husband now, and you need to trust me. Trust me with your happiness and your pleasure.”
She nods her head but doesn’t say anything. My hands slide back up her thighs, parting them, but I don’t miss the way she grips the arms of the chair. “Relax, Yael,” I whisper against her skin. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
The succulent scent of her hits my nose again, and my eyes almost roll back in my head. My God, I don’t think I’ll get enough of her.
Before I completely devour her, I look up and say, “If you really want me to stop, I will. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Relax,” I tell her again right before my mouth lands on her satin-covered pussy.
She gasps loudly and bucks her hips, thrusting her center into my face. I reach under her with one hand, holding her steady, while the other hand peels back the fabric of her panties, revealing the sweetest, juiciest, and pinkest pussy I’ve ever seen.
When I get my first real taste of her, I savor it, knowing I’m the only man who will ever know her like this. Pride swells in my chest because I am her first and her only.
I don’t deserve this or her. I’ve been careless with women in the past, but I could never mistreat Yael. She is the most precious thing to me now.
My tongue slides through her folds again and again, lapping up her sweet juiciness as she starts to tremble. How quickly she comes apart, and I’m the man to make it happen. She arches her back, and her hips lift slightly, giving me a deeper taste, but I hold her steady. When she tumbles off the edge, I’ll be right there, making sure she lands safely.
Her fingers delve into my hair, tugging at the strands as she descends into oblivion. My eyes flick up and catch sight of her. Fuck, she’s stunning with her lips parted, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed. And then she bites down her bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth before letting it pop free.
That’s it, I encourage her silently.Let yourself go, Yael. Give in to the pleasure.