Page 25 of The Court of Truth

They’re black. Blacker than black. Deeper than deep. Scorching into my flesh, even with the small distance now between us.

“Fuck, Adrianna.” His words are nothing more than a hiss on his tongue as his canines elongate. “You make me unhinged.”

I shake my head, delirious in every sense of the word. “No. You’ve always been unhinged, I love you for it,” I retort, my skin itching for me to remove the lingerie that remains on my body. Even the flimsy fabric suffocates my skin and sends my body temperature through the roof.

Or is that all him?

Possibly.

Probably.

He drops to his knees with a thud, the carriage unwavering beneath us as his fingers ghost over my thighs.

Definitely.

I groan, basking in his touch that I’m so desperate for, but he’s gone again before I can truly make the most of it.

“Raiden,” I bite, a croak of a plea as he reaches for the button of his pants, exposing his cock with a groan, as if it was hurting him to keep it trapped beneath the fabric.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he states, his voice so dark it’s lethal as his endless pools meet mine. “Then, and only then, am I going to taste you,reallytaste you. You’re going to love it, you’re going to beg for more, and that tight little cunt of yours is going to spasm so snug around my cock that you’ll come again, making me follow you. Understand?”

It’s not a question, not really. It’s not even a promise. Every word of that is laced with a command, and I’m more than willing to follow his orders.

I don’t answer with words. They’re not necessary. Instead, I slip my fingers beneath the lace of my panties and tug, the material scattering to the floor as I spread my thighs, revealing my core to him.

His eyes manage to darken. How? I’ll never know, but the flick of his tongue in the next breath startles me, making my back arch up off the seat as a husky moan parts my lips.

“The bra too, Troublemaker,” he grunts, snapping the band between my breasts and leaving it to drape at my sides.

Fuck.

He runs his thumb over the taut flesh of my nipples as they plead for his attention while his tongue goes back to lapping at my clit. His teeth are still long, grazing over my flesh, and I find myself on the brink of pain that quickly melts to pleasure with every swipe of his tongue.

I feel like I’m ready to detonate. All he has to do is hit the switch and I’ll cease to exist.

As if sensing my impending demise, he sucks on my clit, pressing his sharp teeth into my folds, and I cry out with need. I’m ready to burst into flames and he’s prolonging the sensation my body is desperately chasing in its bid to fall apart.

“Raiden, please. Fuck,please,” I beg, unabashed and needy for him as he looks up at me through his long lashes, amusement dancing in his eyes. I’m ready to kick him back and finish myself off, a fact he must sense in my stiffening muscles because he doesn’t waste another second, using his vampire speed to yank me farther down in my seat and align his cock with my entrance.

He pauses, the tip of his length nestled against my opening, eyes latched on mine.

My fingers curl around the edge of the seat, my muscles bracing for impact as he slowly teases deeper into my core. Every inch steals my breath, my lungs ready to give out when he slams into me.

The cry that burns from my lungs is euphoric, almost demonic, and he loves it.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes.

The fullness.

The satisfaction.

The relief.

Words fail me as I try to make him move, shifting my hips with the little space I have, but my needy desires only make his lips curl.

“You’re not ready, Adrianna,” he breathes, running his tongue over his teeth, and I shiver, nodding profusely. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” he adds. I brace myself, but nothing, not a single thing in the entire world can prepare me for the force with which he slams into me.

Not just any force.

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