First Position by Melody Grace Read Free Book Online

between my thighs. I’ve danced with a partner
before, of course, hundreds of times, but this is different. A
sensual rhythm, like we’re bound together by the beat, moving
as one.
    This is what sex would be like, I realize in shock. Moving with
someone, feeling their body so closely; a sweaty, delicious slide…
    I want to stay locked in this dark, breathless state forever, but I
want to see Raphael more. I force myself to open my eyes. And there
he is: staring down at me, his face inches from mine.
    I catch my breath, dizzy. His eyes blaze ravenously under the
lanterns, echoing everything his body is saying. He’s so
beautiful up close, so powerful: a dark angel in the night, awakening
feelings I’ve never even dreamed about.
    I want him. I want all of him.
    As if reading my mind, Raphael moves one hand up my back; a slow
caress, hot against my skin. My eyes don’t leave his, but I
shiver under his touch, feeling the heat, the purpose behind his
touch as his fingers trace up my spine to the back of my neck,
curling to tangle in my hair.
    We’re moving slower now, swaying to the beat in a sensual
dance. There’s no space left between us, our bodies pressed
together, sweaty and breathless and feeling so damn right, it’s
like I was made to be here, fitted to him, chest to chest, hip to
hip.
    Raphael leans closer, closer, and I catch my breath, lost in the
rhythm of our bodies, the intensity of his dark eyes, drawing me into
him, so natural, it’s the easiest thing in the world when he
closes those last, precious inches between us, and finds my lips with
his.
    The kiss blazes through me like wildfire.
    It’s overwhelming, a flood of sensation like I’ve never
known before, setting every nerve ablaze. My brain shuts off,
short-circuited by the rush of pleasure, and all my hesitance is
forgotten.
    You were made for this.
    I instinctively reach up, pulling his head down to me, hungry for
more. Raphael groans against my mouth, and then he’s kissing me
deeper, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue probing, tasting me,
sliding against mine in a sweet rush of friction that makes me
shudder, swaying against him. Raphael grips me tightly, holding me up
with his strong arms, and I melt into him, eager for more.
    God, this kiss is heaven, a dark temptation that blots everything
from my mind until all that exists in my world is him, Raphael, his
lips driving me mindless, his body promising so much more.
    How did I live before this feeling? How will I ever stop, knowing
what I do now?
    At last, he breaks away. My body screams out in protest, but before I
can make a sound, Raphael takes my hand, and leads me out of the
crowd.

Nine.
    Raphael
     
    I drag her from the dance-floor, possessed by a singular need.
    I want her. I have to have her.
    Now.
    From the moment I first laid eyes on her, watching me dance in that
square, I felt a desire like nothing else. A connection beyond words,
beyond logic. Now, knowing the soft sway of her body against mine,
the silken touch of her skin…
    I won’t stop until I’m buried deep inside her, feeling
every clench and moan of her delicious pussy; her sweet lips parted
in a scream of pleasure.
    Mine.
    Annalise stumbles after me. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed.
I can see her nipples pebbling through the thin silk of her camisole,
and it sends a surge of blood straight to my rock-hard cock. I want
to suck those eager peaks until she’s begging for me; part her
thighs and sink my tongue into her sweetness, lick her until she
loses her mind.
    “Where are we going?” she asks, sounding breathless.
    “Somewhere private,” I answer. But the party is raging.
There are people everywhere, and I know, inside, there won’t be
an empty room to be found.
    I pull her gently around the side of the building. Here, the music is
quieter, and the shadows offer a private place to hide.
    I slowly push her up against a wall.
    Annalise’s eyes flare. She looks at me, and bites the edge of
her lip in