His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 150: His Goddess

Chapter 150: His Goddess

** Eli **

Harper’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed once more. She was waiting for his touch, and Eli felt his own body itch in all the unspeakable places, eager to oblige and give her exactly what she wanted.

But today, he didn’t want to rush. He was dying to hear her moan, to watch her tremble, to feel her unwind beneath him like the most beautiful musical instrument vibrating and singing with the most bewitching sounds ... but she was more than those things to him, and he wanted her to remember that. He wanted both of them to remember that.

So instead of caressing her the way he wanted to, he continued with undoing the last button of her dress. Slipping an arm behind her shoulders, he lifted her gently and slid the clothing off of her waist, then her hips. Her eyes blinked open again when he traced his fingers along the lacy rim of her panty, now the only garment adorning her impeccable body.

"I wish I could show you this sublime view in front of me right now," he said softly when he met her gaze. With both hands on her hips, he nudged the last piece of fabric obstructing his view down her legs. He didn’t blink the entire way.

How could he have thought earlier that she was like a princess, a queen? She was so much more than that. The warm light in the room cast a soft glow on her skin, and she looked like an angel, a goddess, bathed in a halo atop the rose petals cradling her. She reminded him of those paintings of Aphrodite, the embodiment of beauty, love, perfection, and if he wasn’t already on his knees, he would’ve fallen to them from all the awe she made him feel.

She was breathtaking, in so many ways.

Eli lifted her hand, planting a kiss at the center of her palm before slowly trailing it up her wrist, brushing his lips against her pulse point. He sighed when her fingers took advantage of the angle to cup his cheek, the pad of her thumb brushing lightly over the shell of his ear.

"Are we reenacting that aftercare scene now?" Harper chuckled, reminding him of the day when she had kissed him the same way after taking a certain pair of handcuffs off of him. "Or are you trying to mark me everywhere with your scent like a werewolf?"

Eli laughed, though he didn’t stop his trek up her forearm toward her shoulder. "Am I doing a good job at either of them?" he breathed against her skin. When his path was met with a rose petal clinging to the back of her arm, he nudged it with his lips, letting it fall against her neck like a feather. She chuckled again from the soft tingle.

"I like wearing your mark all over me," she declared. "Although ... You aren’t quite marking my favorite places yet."

Oh, that could be fixed easily. Eli smiled as his kisses continued to move, inching across her shoulder and down her collarbone, this time dipping into the valley between her breasts and painting a crescent curve along the underside of one of its summits.

He didn’t tell her that she was wrong about the marking part, though. No one would dare to mark a goddess. The path he mapped was a homage, every kiss a worship and every touch a ritual to show her what she meant to him. And when he finally closed his lips around the tip of her favorite place, every tiny shiver he felt rippling through her body was an answer to his faithful prayer.

He swirled his tongue lightly, in exactly the way that he knew she liked. There would be no teasing today — all he wanted to do was to please her, to give her everything she desired that was within his ability to give. With soft flicks and suckles, he fondled the hard pebble in his mouth until she moaned and shuddered, and only after that did he kiss a wet trail toward the other side, offering it the same worship due.

Harper must’ve felt the delicacy of this moment, too. She didn’t joke with him anymore, and her sighs turned more airy. Her hand, which would’ve usually dug into his hair by now to fumble blindly within his strands, was slowly stroking the loose curls at the back of his head, as if approving of his careful caress and silently telling him to take his time.

So he did, showering her with every reverent touch of his lips and tongue and fingers. But he didn’t stop there. When he felt the tension beginning to coil in her body, making her back arch into him, he let go, peppering those kisses further down. The sweet scent of her desire and the subtle aroma of the roses blended into an intoxicating fragrance, and he followed it past her stomach, past her navel ... until he arrived at the source of that holy elixir.

He looked up from there. As if sensing his intention, she looked down, and their gazes met across the heartstopping landscape that was her perfect body.

Sometimes, Eli found it beyond his imagination how much she could surprise him. Mere weeks ago, she was still the shy girl who couldn’t so much as talk about kissing without her cheeks turning red. But now, she was looking at him with a smile on her face, her eyes glassy and expectant and ... full of the kind of tender desire that left him defenseless, that made both his body and soul burn to ashes.

And she clearly had no intention of looking away for him to continue.

Eli smiled back. There was a wordless understanding in what they just exchanged, something that neither of them needed to put to words. Meeting her unblinking gaze, he drew in a deep inhale of her sublime scent, and he kissed her exactly where she wanted.