Page 45 of Cursed By a Siren's Kiss

I lifted myself above her, staring down at her as she dropped the dagger to her side. Her hands gripped at the fabric at my waist, and she tugged at the band.

“No, not yet,” I said, shaking my head as I stared down at her. “And you forgot the dagger.”

She picked the dagger back up, a vicious grin lifting her lips as she pressed the tip into my chest. “You are so twisted.”

My hands pressed into her shoulders as I chuckled. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

I moved my mouth down her center, trailing kisses between her breasts, down her abdomen, to just below her stomach. My fingers trailed down her shoulders as my mouth lowered still, until my lips settled between her thighs and my fingers twisted and played with the hardened peaks of her chest. My grin teased her center, my tongue dragging along the crease along her leg, along the pink flesh of her core. I danced my attention around her nub, coming close but skirting away, leaving her wanting, needing, as she buckled beneath my tongue.

Her fingers fisted into my hair as she moaned out my name, sending my own desire wild within me. My kiss lingered along the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core, my tongue swirling along the pulsing nub as I closed my mouth over her core and suckled. I could taste her desire as my fingers continued their torture, my tongue sliding along her folds until I licked her opening. My tongue pressed at her center, tasting her as she arched into me, her hands holding my mouth to her as I worked her core with my ravenous tongue. My gaze lifted to meet hers, my want igniting within me as her glittering gaze latched onto mine. One hand fisted in my hair, holding my mouth to her, while her other held the blade to my throat, a constant threat against my neck.

I spoke, my words a vibration against her sensitive folds, “Tell me. What do you want to do with that dagger, my vicious little monster?”

My tongue lapped and swirled at her wet folds, dragging my hand down her abdomen, along her curves, to her center. My fingers danced along the skin of her trembling thighs, a barely there touch that sent her wild beneath me as she pressed the blade deeper into my neck. The sting of her blade had me moaning at her entrance as I slipped a finger into her heat, andher back arched higher as she moaned. I pumped my fingers into her core, my tongue dancing around the sensitive bundle of nerves, my hand still working the peak of her breast as my eyes clung to hers. I watched as she crested over that beautiful wave of ecstasy, my name falling from her lips as I lapped up the taste of her as her thighs clung to me, her hand pressing me harder into her core as she shattered beneath my touch.

The dagger fell from her grip as her fingers dug into the sand at her side as pleasure rolled through her, and I pulled away, her breath heaving from her as her brow creased. “What are you doing?” she gasped out, “Give me what I want!”

My lips pressed into her stomach, lifting into a smile as I said, “How am I supposed to pleasure you without the threat of being stabbed at any second?”

Her hand slammed to the sand, searching for the lost blade as she flipped us around. My back crashed into the sand, and I laughed as she pressed the tip of her dagger into my chest, drawing a bead of blood. Her back arched as she raked her core along mine, and then she moved the blade to my pants, cutting them from my hips before I could protest.

“I love seeing you lose control,” I said, laughing as my length throbbed into the night. My breath hissed and caught as I felt the blade drag along the sensitive skin of my cock. “You are one, viciously beautiful creature,” I murmured, kissing the crook of her neck as her blade drew a slow, steady line up my abdomen.

She settled her hips over mine, her heated core glistening against me. I watched her cautiously, her dagger still pressing against my chest. “Are you certain about this?” I asked.

Her lips spoke against mine, her hushed, lust-filled voice sending desire rampant through me. “Yes.”

I splayed my arms out in the sand above my head, smirking up at her as my dark eyes glittered with want. “Then I am yours to have…” I flicked a glance to the sparkling blade gripped in thepalm of her hand. “…but only if you ride me with that in your hand.”

She grinned, a flash of uncertainty tugging at her features. “I have…” She trailed off. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

My brow arched as I lifted myself toward her on my elbows. “You’ve never been with anyone?”

My body stilled beneath hers as she shook her head. Fuck, I knew I wasn’t a good person, but I’d never taken anyone’s first time from them like this. She deserved better than a cursed pirate consumed with darkness. My hands closed around her waist, and I went to move her from me, but she pushed the tip of the dagger against my throat, a rivulet of blood welling beneath the cool tip.

Her aquamarine eyes darkened. “You will give me what I need,” she demanded.

My fingers brushed against my neck, coming away crimson with my blood. “Listen, I’m not in the business of taking maidenheads, even if it is from a creature who would gut me in a second without remorse.”

Her shoulders relaxed as a vulnerability flashed in her eyes. “I—I need this,” she said, her voice soft. Her fingers cupped my cheek as she held my gaze. “Please.”

It was the plea on her lips that did me in. She didn’t seem the type to plead or ask for what she wanted. My cock hardened beneath her, and she grinned, dragging the edge of the blade down her own skin. “I know you want this as bad as I need it, Kipp.” She shifted her hips above me, rubbing herself against me. “I can feel that you do.”

She slammed me back into the sand as she hovered her heated core over my hardened cock. I dragged my tongue across my lips as I looked up at her, the moonlight highlighting her smooth flesh and her beautiful curves. Gods, she was so damned hot, begging me for something she wasn’t completely sure of.

“It will hurt,” I told her, groaning as she rubbed her wet center against me.

A wicked smirk lifted her lips, and she snarled, her sharpened teeth snapping as her lilting voice said, “Like you, I don’t mind a little pain.” She pricked my pec with the tip of her blade, slicing my skin and sending a thrill through me as I arched toward her. I was a damned fool, but I knew this had gone too far to deny her now.

I flipped her over again, the tide at our bare feet as her hair splayed out around her head like a dark halo that shimmered in the moonlight. My fingers grazed the smooth line of her jaw as she watched me, her lower lip drawn between her teeth as I held myself over her entrance. “Are you sure?” I asked one more time, my hand wrapping around my painfully throbbing length.

If she said no, I’d walk away, even though it might kill me to do so. Instead, her fingers trailed down the lines of my chest until her fingers gripped my cock in her hold. She lifted her lips to mine, skin-to-skin, her breath hot on my mouth as she said, “I told you what I wanted.” She brought the dagger to my face, then drew the tip down my chest until it rested against my shaft. “Now, take me or I’ll cut this off.”

A sly smile crept onto my lips as her fingers gripped me like a vise. I felt myself losing myself to the moment, wanting to ride her into oblivion, but I held back, teasing her with the promise of pleasure. Positioning my tip at her entrance, I felt her desire glisten against my cock, and I thrust myself into her heat. I stilled, watching her as she adjusted to the sensation until her body arched against mine, already begging for more. It took every ounce of control for me not to fully give in to the desire burning through my body, but I owed it to her to take this slow, drag it out, make this worth it for her.

She moaned as her hips shifted, tightening her hold around me as she chewed her bottom lip. My body shuddered, mycontrol snapping as I slammed into her fully, feeling her warmth consume me as I buried my head in the crook of her neck, my lips trailing heated kisses along her delicate skin. The dagger still held within her grip pressed into my shoulder, and I stilled, not wanting to spill into her already.

Our bodies melded together as if they’d been made for one another. Slowly, my hips moved against her core, a rhythm of need building between us both as my fingers traveled every inch of her skin, along the curve of her hips to the flesh of her ass as I held her to me. She arched her hips to me, holding the blade to my throat as her other hand fisted in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers as our tongues danced seductively while our bodies met each other lust-for-lust.

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