Destructive Embrace by Robyn M. Pierce

around
her to unhook the bra. Slowly, I slipped the garment from her body.
Pulling away from our kiss, I watched the blush creep into the skin
of her chest. Using my fingertips, I traced her collarbone before
bringing my hands back down to her exposed beauties. "Perfect," I
said, letting a groan escape from my lips as my hands covered her
breasts. Each mound fit perfectly into the palms of my
hands.
    "Please."
    It was one word, yet it
held so much in it. Her voice was throaty, scratchy in such a sexy
way; my member struggled against the fabric of my jeans just from
the sound of it. She needed me. Elyssa was giving herself to me
willingly, begging for my touch and my caress.
    "Anything for you, love," I
breathed into her ear. I used my tongue to trace the shell of her
ear teasingly, making her gasp once more. Teasing her was fun. It
was something I'd always known, but this kind of teasing was
different; it was something we both enjoyed.
    But I wanted to get down to
business. I knew Elyssa was ready for it as well.
    Slowly I removed myself
from her grasp, pressing kisses to her body as I moved down it.
First her neck, that most delectable area of her flesh. Next my
mouth traveled over her breasts, lingering on each of them for just
a moment each before I moved downward to kiss the smooth skin of
her belly.
    I sat back so I could
unfasten her jeans – the fabric covering her upper thighs torn from
the beating earlier – and gently tugged them down over her hips.
Slowly I pulled them down her slender legs, running my hands along
her skin as I uncovered it. She was amazing.
    I tossed the jeans off to
the side and crawled back on top of her, supporting myself with my
elbows as I pressed my mouth to hers again. "You're perfect," I
said in between kisses. Impossibly, I felt her face heat even more,
and she tangled her fingers in my hair, kissing me hungrily.
Compliments worked; who knew?
    Elyssa removed one of her
hands from my hair and trailed it down my torso, over my
blood-stained shirt. She pulled away from me momentarily to shoot a
disparaging look at me before firmly ripping my shirt all the way
down the front. "You ruined this with my blood; you don't deserve
to keep it anymore," she muttered, a smirk tugging at the corners
of her mouth as she removed the shirt from my body and threw it
aside carelessly. I growled and captured her mouth once
more.
    Her small hands caressed my
chest, alternately massaging it with her fingertips and raking her
fingernails across my skin. She teased her hands along the trail of
fine blond hair that disappeared beneath the band of my
jeans.
    "Zeke," Elyssa said. I'd
lost track of how many times she'd murmured my name, breathed it
out as we performed this act meant for lovers, but it still made it
hard to breathe. Gently she pushed against my torso, making me rise
so that I knelt before her once more. She brought herself up as
well, kneeling in front of me. Her face and chest were still
colored by her delicious blush, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.
Instead, her gaze fell on my body, and she ran her hands along the
bare skin of my chest slowly, seeming to savor each
movement.
    Her touch was like magic;
my eyes rolled back in my head and I sighed, bringing my hands up
to grab her wrists carefully. "Stop," she said suddenly. My eyes
snapped open and I looked down at her, surprised. She smiled
tentatively and raised just enough to press a soft kiss to my
mouth. I was frozen, unable to even return the token of affection,
I was that surprised. "Let me explore you," she whispered in
explanation, wrapping her arms around my torso. Her chest pressed
against mine, and I automatically brought my hands to her back,
crushing her against me; she felt too good.
    A chuckle met my ears, and
she began to run her hands along my back. She tried to move away
from me, but my hold wouldn't let her move more than an inch or
two, and she sighed. "Zeke!" she complained, giggling huskily. I
sighed and loosened my hold on