Page 42 of Grave Curse

I shook my head, though where he was headed he’d find that out soon enough.

His low chuckle sounded like a purr. “That’s probably for the best, at least for now. I’ve heard horror stories about people tangling up their body piercings while fucking, and I sure as hell don’t want my piercing getting caught up with yours. I want this to be perfect, Gingersnap.”

That was oddly sweet, but what he said got all my attention going south of his navel in a hot second. Piercing? What piercing? With him bent over me, I couldn’t see his cock, and even in the semidarkness something like a piercing might be tough to spot. Then again, I wouldn’t know. I’d never seen one before, but suddenly…

I couldn’t wait to see his.

I wriggled a bit on the table, trying to get a better look, when all at once his muscular arms looped around the backs of my legs, his fingers digging into the tender inner flesh of my thighs mere inches from my slit, holding me wide open.

“Don’t. Move.” The command in his tone shocked me into stillness more than the words themselves. “I didn’t give you permission to move, so you be a good girl, Ginger, and don’t. Fucking. Move.”

Was he serious? But even as those words flitted through my head, I never tried to give them life. Of course Tyr was serious. I could see it,feelit. I wasn’t going to be allowed to move until he wanted me to, so there was no point in even trying to do otherwise. My eyes stayed glued to his, before he at last turned his head and skimmed his lips along my inner thigh.

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed my inner thigh, sucking hard on that tender flesh, and I knew that by tomorrow morning I’d have a mark there that would match the hickey on my neck. Tyrdefinitely had a thing for marking me, a deep need driven by something primal inside that I never would have guessed lurked within him. He’d always been so controlled, so icily calm even when the world went sideways, but I was learning fast that was just the face he wore for his brothers. Now that it was just us, I glimpsed something else beneath the mask, something wild straining to come out. Even now I sensed him trying to keep himself on a tight leash, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like if that leash ever snapped.

Just the thought made the ache between my legs worse.

Then his fingers moved from clutching my thighs to slide along my channel, and all thought came crashing to a halt.

Yes.

My whole body jerked as he stroked over my clit, and another small sound escaped my throat, no louder than a whisper. He heard it, though, because he made another crooning murmur of approval before stroking me again, his fingers hard and bold as they explored my channel.

“Wet,” he gloated—there was no other word for it—before placing another sucking kiss on my opposite thigh. “Can’t hide it now. Youwantme.”

Damn it.

“I don’t expect you to fall over yourself admitting it. Hell, no. That’s just not you.” His smile looked downright demonic as he placed another sucking kiss near the place where leg met body. A place no mouth had ever touched, and the sensation was unbelievably erotic. “But don’t think you’ll ever be able to pretend otherwise now that I know the truth. I make you wet. I make you hot. I make you quiver. And if there’s one thing you love, you love having my hands on your tits, on your skin, and on this sweet, sweet pussy that’s so wet and ready for me.” With that devil’s smile still in place, he inserted first one finger pastmy threshold while his thumb circled my clit. Then he inserted a second finger. Then a third. “You love me inside you.”

“Too much.” My groan was barely audible, my attention torn between the pleasure of my clit being stroked and the uncomfortable sensation of having my threshold being stretched. “Too much.”

“That’s what you’d say about my dick if I didn’t prepare your pussy this way. Not bragging, just experience. You’ll accept this in a minute. Just let me fuck you the way I need to fuck you, yeah? Trust me, you’ll find it’s the only way you’ll ever want to be fucked for the rest of your life.”

Oh, the arrogance.

My expression must have betrayed my thoughts, because he gave a scoff, lifted a shoulder that seemed to say, “You know what, fuck it,” and lowered his head.

That was all the time I had to brace.

The sensation of him tonguing the hard cluster of nerves of my clit was instantly unbearable in all the best ways. My lower abdominal muscles spasmed with an instant mini-orgasm while the muscles in my thighs quivered with each stroke. My incoherent cry was loud enough to be heard even as he pushed his fingers deeper into me. The discomfort was still there, yes, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of his tongue stroking me. Delight rippled through my nervous system to fill me with a rich, drugging pleasure, and I closed my eyes again to fully savor it as it built to scream-inducing levels.

His fingers moved deeper to push up against that internal wall behind my clit, as if wanting to expose even more of those hyper-sensitive nerves. It felt so damn good I arched my hips, moving them in a primal need to fuck the hand that gave me such pleasure. Exquisite tension flirted around the edges of every touch and stroke, unleashing a growing wave a bliss to flow through me. With each shallow breath, my voice grewstronger with low, helpless moans, my alarm at being tied up long forgotten as I lost myself in sensation.

There could be no room for fear when I felt this good.

“I want you saying my name, woman.” Another sucking kiss on one thigh, then the other. At this rate, my thighs would be covered in hickeys. “Whispering it. Breathing it. Yelling it. Screaming it. I want my name to be the only word you know. Say it for me, Ginger.Now.” With that, he dropped his head once more, and this time he closed his mouth on my clit and sucked.

Pleasure stabbed through me so hard it flung me into another frigging realm. I came immediately, plunging into that magnificent madness like my life depended on it. My body, my mind, myeverythingexploded into the purest bliss, and the only word I knew was the one word he’d planted in my head to say.

“Tyr.”

His response was almost immediate. While I still rode the crest of the best orgasm I’d ever had, Tyr rose between my knees, and moved to cradle my ass cheeks in his palms to tilt my pelvis up. I glimpsed a glimmer of something silver near the head of his cock a fraction of a second before he thrust, and I closed my eyes again on a wave of pleasure so intense I thought I might die of it. A second climax broke through me as his thrust seated his cock all the way to his hilt against me, and the impact rocked my world.

“Tyr. God, Tyr,yes!”

That internal leash he had himself on vanished.

He plunged into me like a damn piston, and I heard the table’s legs scrape across the floor with the power of his thrusts. I’d never been filled so completely, so damnpowerfully, in my life. His hands squeezed my hips to bring me to him, as if slamming me that much harder into his thrusts would deepen his penetration to the point where he didn’t know where he ended and I began.

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