The Night Curse (Book one)

I kiss him deeper as impatience sets my skin alight. Responding to my signals, he frees my nipples. They harden, begging to be touched. To my dismay, he releases his grip.

I groan in frustration, glaring for him to continue. A wolfish smirk spreads across his face and then his fingers gently push into my mouth, coating them with my own saliva. My chest expands. He finds my nipples once more, encircling them with the wetness of his fingertips. Pleasure rolls through me. The sensation so powerful that my mouth hangs open, unable to kiss any longer from the thirst to feel him inside of me.

I suck in the air that has become dense and intoxicating. My body pushes against the full width of his torso, allowing me to feel the punishing hardness of his manhood. His eyes close and a feral growl escapes his lips, turning my blood molten hot.

I cannot wait any longer.

We tear at each other’s clothes, shredding them like a second skin, until we are heaving and breathless and naked. I marvel at his muscular body. The impressive length of his arousal.

I try to hide the smile on my face. “Is this a creation of your own making or a reflection of the truth that awaits me?”

Harlow looks at himself and grins wide. “What if reality is even more pronounced, my love.”

The sentiment sings through me as powerful as any touch. I wait for its effect on me to subside before I can acknowledge his sarcasm. “Is that so? Then I may feel inclined to take back my wish.”

Harlow treads nearer; his glare tapers with sizzling intensity. “And what wish is that?”

We topple over and a bed meets our landing. The sky is as black as night save for a full moon that drenches our skin in a curtain of grey shadow. I smooth my palm over his shoulders that bulge like mountains as he towers over me. His lips leave my mouth only to roam my jaw, my neck, and my breasts. A moan escapes my throat as his mouth finds my centre. I buck my hips, swimming in the waves of ecstasy, as liquid desire pools from me. My hands clench the sheets, needing an anchor. My hips shift forward with building pressure until a cry fills the night air. My body is shattered and whole all at once. But the need to break all over again strikes as Harlow climbs onto my body, rocking his marble pillar between my thighs.

They fall open, slack and willing. Harlow braces himself at my opening, and I plead for him, “Please.”

He holds himself there with a merciless stare. “When I free myself from this prison, I will worship you until time has no meaning and stars blind your vision.”

I grip his hips and attempt to guide him to the ache at my core, but he’s iron stiff and unyielding.

“And after we shall fall asleep in each other’s arms only to wake in a shared embrace.”

The blaze behind his gaze shimmers. I admire the ringlets of turquoise around his pupils, the facets of white that intercept such dazzling blue. His fingers stroke my cheek, and I drop my palms from his hips in defeat. “Until then.”

Harlow lifts off of me and as much as I understand his decision, and envy his self-restraint, I can’t help but sigh with longing.

Suddenly, the sky overhead is brimming with sparkling constellations. They grow brighter and larger until I finally realise that they are falling like crystal rain. As they meet my skin, I gasp. Every drop feels like a kiss. Harlow squeezes my hand as I sigh again, no longer in dissatisfaction but pleasure. The shower of kisses tickles and caresses every part of me, in sensual, rhythmic and unending patterns. Just as one kiss melts another erupts, over and over, covering me and my senses in a sheet of seduction.

The teasing kisses morph into tongues that lick softly against my writhing body. A star trickles down my folds and wraps around the bud of nerve endings buzzing with anticipation. I bite my lip to stifle the moans building in my throat.

“Maybe you’ll see stars after all,” Harlow whispers in my ear.

Too transfixed on the mounting pleasure, I had almost forgotten that he lies next to me, holding only my hand, but overtaking my entire being.

The stars fall faster. The licks and kisses become harder, their focus more deliberate. I give in and release the moan from my throat as my climax explodes.