My Sweet One

                                    

                                          
Elvira
Adelio fixated his eyes on me. At first, they were full of nerves, caution, and desire. But now? They were glowing gold, with a darkened shade of lust and hunger.
I still had my dress on, but under his heated gaze, I felt exposed. Like my flesh was nothing more than a mere transparency, and he could see into my heart, past my soul.
The longer Adelio wasn't touching me, the hotter my body became. I'm sure there was a pressing issue at hand I should be talking to him about, but right now I couldn't think straight. I was a mess inside out, prickling with shivers and goosebumps, and I only wanted one thing.
For Adelio to touch me.
Wet strands of hair stuck to my quivering lips as I opened my mouth to speak, "Adelio,"  I cried in a whisper. Almost as if my voice snapped something in him, Adelio cursed and pulled me to his chest. His warm lips grazed the skin of my neck, prompting me to bite my lip in a groan.
I was feverish. It was like my body ached, yet that pain was quickly washed away with sweet pleasure. "Adelio, it hurts," I bunched his shirt in my fist and drew myself closer to him.
"Shh, I know, fleur, I know," he gently cupped my jaw. "Your body is just reacting to being away from me for so long. But I'll make you all better." As he said this, I felt cool air, despite the radiating heat, caress my skin where clothing should be covering.
It was then I realized that wherever Adelio's palm touched, the fabric that was covering my skin would soon deteriorate into ashes. He was somehow scorching my dress without any visible flames, and as perplexing as that was, I didn't have any room in my head for thoughts. Within seconds, my flushed skin was exposed.
I instinctively slapped my right arm over my breast, threw the other over my core, and then pulled my knees up.
As if my actions were nothing short of offensive, Adelio growled. "El," he breathed in warning, and I knew what he was warning me against. Me covering myself was daunting, yet teasing to him. But what could I do? I wasn't used to exposing my body to someone else—my scar-riddled body.
Adelio growled again in warning, but when I still didn't uncover myself, his eyes flickered up to mine. Something juvenile seemed to have taken root in them as his lips drew into a smirk. "Sweet one, do you mean to hide yourself from me?" He brought his face mere inches from mine, and his finger traced a mixture of lines and circles around my face. "Remember I've seen everything," he said,  "I did change your clothes at some point after all."
My eyes widened in realization, as my actions now began to feel silly.
A suppressed chuckle resonated in my ears, as he bent to kiss the base of my jaw, "it's never a good idea," he kissed the front of my neck, "to hide your body from me," he brushed his lips against my chest, pausing right above my nipple that was firmly clad with my index finger. A little growl erupted. It was low and guttural, and it matched the playful nibbles he was leaving on my skin.
Then he bit the finger that was covering my nipple, making me gasp. His tongue stuck out, and the rough but moist texture slid against my finger with mild aggression. Almost as if he was angry with them.
A portion of his tongue grazed a small part of my nipple that was uncovered, and my body buzzed. My palm tightened around my breast in response, and my back arched from the small line of pleasure that thrilled around my skin. Flames shot from my stomach, through my thighs, flowing down to my core, until I clamped my legs tighter to halt the feeling.
This is insane. What he was doing to me was insane. I've never felt anything so intimate before, and I'm left at a loss on how to react.
As if realizing the thrilling experience he just put me through, Adelio's smirk grew wider, and he licked his lips.