Midnight & Masquerades by Amanda Kimberley

Author:Amanda Kimberley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amanda Kimberley

Chapter Eight

KIKU

“Kiku,” Kenshi said in an almost inaudible tone as he stroked my pin-straight, ebony hair away from my neck and shoulders. He traced a line from my earlobe and down my neck, which sent prickles of electric heat down my spine. We may have spent a good portion of the night making love, but my sex still ached for his touch. “I want to taste you. I don’t think I can go a minute longer without knowing how rich your sweet essence will feel on the tip of my tongue and trickling down my throat.”

His eyes went almost entirely black at that point because I couldn’t tell where his pupils ended, and his irises began. It was as if two black pearls were staring back at me. I blinked twice, trying to catch a glimpse of those gorgeous sable-colored eyes of his that I’d become accustomed to. I actually was mourning the color as the darkness washed over his face. He had a hooded gaze when we were making love, but this was far different. It was passionate, piqued, and possessive, all rolled into one, and I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or frightened.

“Kenshi, we’ve spent a good portion of the night making love. You know what I taste like.”

His lips were only a breath away from my ear. The coolness—or was it what he was saying? Made my breath hitch, and I leaned into him so he’d have better access to my neck.

“Kiku, I’m not talking about your sex.” His hand palmed my clit, and the friction was electric enough to have my sex drenched for his touch again.

I let out a soft moan. It was my only way of communicating with him since my voice refused to work. And then I felt it. It was a small prick on my neck—nothing that hurt. A rush of copper filled my nostrils, and I could hear sounds. It was as if Kenshi was dying of thirst and drinking from me like he would a bottle of water. Thoughts began rushing through my mind. Some of them were memories of what I remember from my past. Others were memories I was unfamiliar with, yet instinctually I knew they were Kenshi’s. The sensation was unbelievably intimate—not evasive, as I figured it would be for a typical psychic reading. I was clairvoyant and always hated invading other people’s thoughts. It was the worst part of my job, but it’s expected when you read tarot cards for a living.

This, though? It was far, far different, and dare I say, it was better than the sex I’d just shared with him all evening. It was as if I didn’t know where my thoughts ended and his own had begun. I felt I was giving over my mind, body, and soul to him in the most revealing and intimate way possible. My head felt a little fuzzy, almost as if I was going to faint. I pushed gently on his shoulder, but he latched onto me, refusing to let go.

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