Page 53 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

He fills me so much I’m shocked it doesn’t hurt when he pulls out and slams home again, but with what he’s already done to me tonight, I’m more than ready.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking slick.” He pounds into me with an angry rhythm that matches my frantic energy as I claw at his back. We might as well be sparring.

I can’t speak.

I can’t think.

I can only feel him as he glides into me, filling me in a way I’ve needed for months. It’s been too long. I’ve forgotten how amazing sex is, but it’s never felt this good before. Usually it’s fast, a means to an end. But this…it’s more. I don’t know how, butdamn, it’s more.

Zev slams into me, his mouth slanting over mine at the same time. It’s punishing—the kiss, the sex, all of it. It’s sharp and angry and demanding.

And I can’t get enough of it.

I’m drunk on his power, his blood, his body. Drunk on being the sole focus of the male who captured me. Who hates me.

His body doesn’t.

His body can’t resist mine.

Mine can’t resist his.

And I fucking love it. It’s carnal and primal. An undeniable need that neither of us can deny.

It’s raw and honest and more than I could’ve hoped for.

I lock my ankles behind his back, squeezing my thighs. “Harder,” I demand.

“You can’t handle harder,” he growls against my mouth.

“Try me,” I breathe the words.

For once, he listens to me. Does as I tell him, slamming into me just the way I need it.

My lips part, letting him in as we kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine just as needy as mine is for his. And Goddess damn him, he tastes just as good as his blood.

I gasp, my body tightening with the pleasure he’s ramping up again. I can feel my release coiling in a white-hot knot inside me.

Gripping his chin, I jerk out of our kiss, locking eyes with him as he continues to fuck me. “This can’t happen again,” I breathe the words.

He shakes his head. “Never. Again.” He accentuates the words with his thrusts, and my entire body shakes as my release builds and builds like a gathering storm.

I nod, happy we’re on the same page.

Then I claim his mouth again because I just can’t resist it.

“Drifter,” I moan between his lips, my breath hitching as my body careens toward the edge.

“Succubus,” he groans, upping his pace as I hold on?—

And fall.

Fall so fucking hard as I burst apart in a wave of pleasure that has me seeing stars.

His own release follows, and his pumps slow as we ride the aftershocks until we’re catching our breath and looking at the other like we’ve never seen each other before.

Gently—something I never knew he could be—he pulls out of me, helping me back into my now partially ripped trousers before he tugs on his leathers.

His silver hair hangs in messy waves over his shoulders, his golden eyes now clear of any black as he arches a brow at me.

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