Seduce Me ~ The Path To Forgiveness

Path Two, Step Ten: A(n) (Im)Proper Kiss

Amidst the mess caused by our little spill a large droplet of cream managed to find its way onto my collarbone which, as it softens against the warmth of my skin, begins to make its slow descent down the exposed skin of my chest, lightly skimming along the edge of my pendent, along and finally inside the mound of cleavage my tight dress has formed.

Normally this would be the time one would wipe up the sticky mess that's already begun to seep into the fabric of my dress, had they not stopped its descent much sooner, but I find myself transfixed by Matthews reaction. His eyes instinctively follow its path along my skin, his breath hitching in his throat as the cream slides across the sensitive flesh of my breast, and I can feel the moment his pulse begins to quicken inside his arms that have me pinned into place.

His eyes widen slightly as he realizes, once again, that he's been staring, his gaze darting up to mine before glancing away. So many emotions run through his eyes it becomes hard to separate them, desire and hesitation mingling together, and I can see the war raging in his mind as he struggles to keep himself in control, his eyes flashing gold like streaks of lightening in a storm.

"Sorry.. you're uhh.. you're gonna have to push me off." He manages, a blush rising along his cheekbones as he keeps his eyes averted, but as silence stretches between us I can't think of any reason I would want to do that.

"And if I don't?" My tone is teasing and I can feel my own face flush at my words as Matthews gaze darts back to mine. The gold in his eyes lingers longer each second that passes and I'm ashamed to admit that I'm glad he's losing this battle, flattered by how hard it seems to be for him resist the temptation set before him.

"Please, before I.." He manages, averting his eyes once again as he can't seem to be able to stop them from wandering, but he looks too ashamed to finish his thought and I can't help but smile at his concern.

"Take advantage of me?" I ask as I slip a hand up into his hair, twirling the soft curls between my fingers, which forces his eyes back to mine. I can see the disbelief that fill them, as if he thought my affection unobtainable, which only spurs me forward. I run my hand along his chest, the other still tangled in his mess of curls, before grabbing the front of his shirt and forcing him down to his elbows, his chest pressed snugly against mine.

His eyes now flicker blue, raw need overpowering rationality, and there is a hunger building inside of them that makes it clear how starved he is; it occurs to me that the feats of magic he's performed for me, crafting Simon and summoning a portal in my room, have taken more of a toll then I had realized. I wish I could say that my next words were spoken because I wanted to help him, to give him the energy he needed, but honestly I simply wanted to feel his lips on mine.

"It's improper to make a lady initiate the first kiss.." I tease as the hand resting against his chest travels lower, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt to run my fingers along the defined muscles that I'm not surprised to find there; demon, remember?

The blue flicker in his eyes dies out as his hand cradles my neck, his thumb running along my jawline, before pressing his lips to mine without hesitation. I can feel the enthrallment take hold but it's not at all what I had expected. My body feels warm and my thoughts begin to blur, his caressing fingers and gentle lips drawing small gasps and moans, but unlike my last experience the passion I feel is not forced upon me and I maintain control of my actions, not that it stops me from running my fingers in twirling patterns along his bare chest.

His lips are gentle against mine and his caressing fingers skim delicately along my skin, as though I am a porcelain doll liable to shatter at any moment, but his movements are anything but the innocent Matthew I know; his fingers run along my neck and slowly trail down to the cleft of my breasts as his lips break from mine, softly trailing feathery kisses down the curve of my neck.