Page 49 of Deadmen's Queen
“Paige,” I groaned, my voice raspy with need. “I need you to come for me again.”
I moved faster inside her, our bodies colliding in a frantic rhythm. Wetness seeped from her onto the hood of the car as we pushed each other closer to the edge.
My thumb rubbed faster on her clit, and I fought desperately not to come, not wanting this to end. Her hips arched, pushing against me, and her back arched again, pushing her breasts up towards the moon. I stretched forward, taking one in my hand, rubbing her hard, cold nipple. The motion took me deeper, changing the angle and I felt her buck under me.
Hot pleasure surged through me at her cry, the way she writhed underneath me. “That's it, sunshine,” I whispered in her ear. “Give it to me.”
She screamed my name as she climaxed, her body arching off the hood of the car to meet my thrusts.
The sight was spellbinding; watching her fall apart for me was an indescribable pleasure. I grinned, watching her unravel all over again, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure. She was a sight to behold, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as she came. Feeling her clamp down on me sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her as I came, my own orgasm ripping through me with a force so powerful it left me breathless.
“Jesus, Paige,” I murmured against her skin. She clung to me, gasping for air. I slid my arms out from under her legs, and she sat up, wrapping her legs around me to keep me inside her, as I took her in my arms. She was shaking, but I didn’t think it was from the cold.
After a long moment of silence, filled with nothing but our heavy breathing and racing hearts, I captured her lips once more in a soft kiss.
“I love you too,” she whispered against my lips before pulling away. Her eyes sparkled under the faint moonlight that filtered through the tree branches overhead, and my heart felt as though it would burst.
I leaned over her, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. “You okay?” I asked between kisses.
She nodded, breathing heavily. “I'm more than okay.”
Her fingers traced along my jawline and down to the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I reluctantly stepped back, pulling out of her, she moved to pull down her dress but I stopped her with a gentle touch.
“I love that you’ve got my cum inside of you,” I said, sliding my fingers down between her legs, capturing the essence that had escaped and pushing it back inside her pussy. “That you’ll be walking around with it at the party.”
She blushed at my words and I laughed. Even after we just had sex in the middle of nowhere, she was still shy and innocent.
“Think of it as me claiming my stake,” I said, rubbing my fingers down the inside of her thighs, coated with her wetness and my cum.
She smiled. “I don’t think anyone else would want me, so that’s good.”
I shook my head, and lifted her up in my arms, carrying her around to the car door.
“You’re crazy. You look incredible tonight, though I hope you’ve got a comb in your bag.”
She laughed. “I do.”
“Good. We’re about twenty minutes away, so you’ve got time, but I’m afraid we’re a little late.”
“Worth it,” she grinned up at me.
“Totally worth it, and I am definitely going to brag to Bast and Nate when we get there, I hope you know that.”
She laughed as I walked round the car, climbing back into the driver’s seat.
“Now, you little minx, can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself this time?”
She nodded, her face a picture of innocence. “I’ll behave.”
“Good.” I started the car, and reversed until I could find somewhere to turn around. “Though, for future reference, I have six cars and I feel we should try them all out…”
Chapter Eighteen
NATE
He caught me by surprise, and I had no time to prepare for it. The hand on my shoulder felt like a lead weight, pressing down on my chest. My breath hitched as panic sparked inside me. I took a deep breath as subtly as possible, trying to dampen it down.
“Son,” Father's voice cut through the hum of conversation, his grip tightening. “Tell Mr. Kozlov about your experience in Johannesburg.”