Page 33 of Mending Mayhem
My name on her lips turned my skin to gooseflesh, and I slipped out my tongue, swiping it from her slit to her clit. I couldn’t have stopped my moan if I’d tried. “You taste so good.”
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
I was happy to oblige. I gently sucked her nub between my lips, teasing it with my tongue as she writhed in pleasure beneath me. A bead of wetness rolled down my cock, and I swiped it with two fingers, moistening them before sliding them inside her. She gasped, her core tightening around them as I licked and sucked her most sensitive spot.
She reached for me, tangling her fingers in my hair as I continued my pursuit. Her scent, her taste, the sounds she made…everything about her called to me…to my soul. The tether that had been trying to form between us since the moment I met her tightened its hold.
I belonged to this witch. I would do anything to make her mine.
I slowed, doing my best to draw out her pleasure, but she arched her back and moved her hips against me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I twisted my hand, making a come here motion with my fingers inside her. She moaned, her body tensing as I brought her closer and closer to climax.
“Oh, gods, yes.” Her grip on my hair tightened, pulling it at the roots, a pleasurable pain searing my scalp as she called out my name. Her hips bucked, and she released my hair to fist the sheets as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.
“Mayhem,” she panted. “I need you. Right now.”
“I will give you everything you need. Always.” I rose to my knees. “Do you…”
“Birth control. I’m on it.” She clutched my dick and guided it to her folds. “Now.”
I rubbed my swollen head against her, sliding it two inches in before pulling out and circling her clit with the tip. She closed her passion-drunk eyes, letting out a slow exhale before pinning me with her fiery gaze.
“Don’t make me beg again.” She lifted her hips, taking me in farther, and I could no longer hold back.
I plunged inside her, sinking into her velvet vise and pumping my hips three times before I stilled. “Tell me what you want.”
Her nails dug into my back. “I want you. I want to make you come.”
“You first.” I moved, circling and thrusting, her expressions telling me exactly where she wanted me. Focusing on the spot that brought her the most pleasure, I pumped my hips faster, harder. Her core tightened around me, her nails digging deeper into my back until she cried out, release taking her under once more.
“Gods, Mayhem, you’re delicious.” She clutched my face and kissed me. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I growled and bit her lower lip. “Ask and you shall receive.”
My orgasm coiled in my core and released like a monsoon washing over me, drowning me in everything Ember. Talons erupted from my fingers, and my horns began to protrude from my scalp as the beast inside me rode the wave.
Panting, I lowered myself on top of her, burying my face in the pillow to block my semi-transformation from her view. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She slipped her hand into my hair, caressing my horns with her fingers. “I know what you are. I’m not afraid.”
A half-sob, half-laugh rolled up from my chest. She did know. In the short time we had been together, she’d learned more about me than anyone ever had. I lifted my head to look at her and flexed my fingers, drawing my talons back inside.
“I could snap your neck with a flick of my wrist.”
She held my face in her hands. “And I could send you back to prison with a swing of my sword.”
“Yet here we are, the most unlikely pair, closer than we ever dreamed.”
“I’m not ashamed to admit it was the best sex of my life.” She pressed a kiss to my lips and tensed, a shadow crossing her features. “But it can never happen again.”
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The second the words left my lips, my stomach tightened and turned, my very being protesting the hypocrisy of the statement. Yes, it was the best sex of my life, and I did want it to happen again. And again and again.