First Kiss Friday – Angel’s Assassin by Laurel O’Donnell

Laurel O'Donnell - Author

This is the first kiss between Damien and Aurora from my new medieval romance novel, Angel’s Assassin!

Aurora inhaled a slight gasp.

His hands glided through her hair, gently working through any resistance.  He brushed her hair away from her shoulder, his fingers softly skimming her neck.

She was not resisting!  She stood before him, letting him take down her hair.  He would have to move slowly.  Slowly, so as not to frighten her.  He dipped his head, running his lips along her throat.  She tasted salty and smelled of fresh roses.

Aurora tilted her head slightly, giving him better access to her neck.

And he took her invitation, kissing her neck.  He ran his tongue languidly up to her nape and then down again.  Damien set his hands on her shoulders, gently with a feathery touch, so she wouldn’t even notice.  He gently nipped her neck and she gasped in startled excitement as he began to suck her tender skin.  His hands slid easily down her arms, arms pressed so tightly against her sides that his fingertips touched the soft globes of her bosom.  He pulled her tight against him so she could feel the heat of his body, feel the hardness of his manhood.

Aurora gasped, rolling her head to her shoulder as the tender caress of his mouth moved to her ear, sending shivers of delight throughout her body. 

The little nymph even moved her bottom against his manhood.  How he longed to take her right there.  How he longed to throw up her skirts and have her, but he forced himself to move slowly.  He didn’t want to frighten her.  He didn’t want her to bolt.  Slowly, his fingers began a soft caress of her arms, moving up and down between her arm and the side of her breasts, feeling the soft fullness of them.  Her muffled groan encouraged him and he lifted his forefinger to run it over the sensitive tip of her breasts.  A gentle intake of her breath allowed him to press a little harder as he slowly traced her nipples.  He circled them, moving his fingers round and round them until they were hard pebbles.  Then he allowed two fingers to circle her nipples in larger and larger circles. 

Aurora closed her eyes as wonderful tremors raced down her body.  His lips were working magic on her neck and she could not summon the will to stop him from touching her.  Her knees weakened.

Damien moved his hands beneath her breasts, cupping them, allowing his thumbs to take the place of his fingers, rubbing, caressing, gently squeezing. 

Aurora felt the change in his caresses then.  More demanding.  More intense.  There was no pretense about what he was doing.  His hands moved up to cover her breasts.  She whirled out of his hold and backed away.

Damien was not to be put off.  A dark intensity burned in his eyes.  He stalked her. 

Aurora continued to move away until her back hit a tree.  She turned to move, but Damien’s arm blocked her path.  She whirled the other way, but his other arm was there, trapping her. 

“Admit it,” he whispered, his voice husky.

Aurora pressed herself back against the tree and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“You liked it,” he coaxed softly, delight shining in his eyes.

“No,” she answered fervently, again turning to flee.

This time, Damien stepped in close.  Their bodies weren’t touching, but he was so close he could feel the heat from her body.  “Liar.”

Aurora shook her head, denying his accusation.

“I’ll prove it.”  His lips were almost touching hers, so close.  “You will lift your lips for me to kiss.”

Aurora shook her head.  She looked away, her eyes darting across his bare chest as if searching for a way of escape. 

Damien bent his arms, bringing his face close to hers.  He moved his lips near her forehead, not touching, but wanting to.  He slowly lowered his mouth down over her cheek to hover over her lips.  He could feel her sweet breath on his lips.  He wanted to taste her, feel her against him.  He was so hard he thought he would explode.  So close to her.

Her lids drooped over her eyes.  “Damien,” she whispered in a shaken voice.

“I know you want to,” he coaxed.  “Let me kiss you.  Lift your lips to me.”

Her mouth was open, her breath coming in shallow gasps.  She lifted her head just slightly but not enough to be a surrender.  Her nose touched his, sending tingles of desire through his body.  It was such an innocent gesture, so tentative.

His lips skimmed hers.  She was so tantalizing.  So breathtaking.  Just a kiss.  One kiss. “Aurora,” he called.

Aurora lifted her eyes to his, lifted her lips to his, giving in to the temptation.

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy