Page 42 of The Blood Moon Hunt

ADRIAN

“Show me how to stop fighting it," she says and if I were a lesser warlock, those words alone would set me over the edge.

My fingers slide beneath the hem of her dress, trailing up her soft stomach to cup the warm weight of her breast. She gasps, arching into my touch, and I can feel the hard peak of her nipple pressing against my palm.

"Like this," I breathe, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let it consume you."

My other hand slides down, teasing her with deliberate slowness. Her breath hitches, and I can practically taste her anticipation.

"You're already so wet for me," I growl, slipping my hand inside to find her slick heat. "So responsive. It's intoxicating."

I begin to stroke her slowly, deliberately, feeling her walls clench around my fingers. Her hips buck into my touch, seeking more, and I grin against her neck.

My teeth graze her pulse point, savoring the rapid beat beneath her skin. "That's it, siren," I purr, my voice low and husky. "Let go. Surrender to the sensations."

As I continue to tease her clit with my thumb, I lean down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. My tongue delves past her lips, tangling with hers in a dance of dominance and submission. I can taste the sweetness of her arousal mingled with the salt of her skin.

Breaking the kiss, I trail open-mouthed kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh. "I want to hear you," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Make noise for me, Selene. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

She moans, but words seem to escape her.

My hands roam over her curves, mapping every inch of her quivering form. I tug her dress up and off, revealing the creamy expanse of her torso. Leaning down, I plant hot, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone, my tongue darting out to taste the salt of her skin.

I can smell her arousal, heavy and heady in the air between us. It's an intoxicating scent, one that makesmy own desire surge hotter, tighter, more insistent. My cock throbs in time with her quickening heartbeat, straining against the confines of my trousers.

With a low growl, I pin her wrists above her head, holding her still as I claim her mouth once more. Our tongues clash in a frenzied dance, the heat between us building to a fever pitch.

My fingers deftly unfasten her bra, freeing her breasts to my hungry gaze. They're perfect—full and round, with rosy nipples that pucker enticingly under my scrutiny. I lower my head, capturing one of those tempting buds between my lips.

I suckle gently, then harder, relishing the way she arches into me, a keening moan escaping her lips. Her hands fist in my hair, tugging me closer as if begging for more. I oblige, switching to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.

Meanwhile, my free hand slips between her thighs once more, stroking through the slick folds of her sex. She's dripping wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I circle her clit with maddening slowness. "You like that, don't you?"

"Mmm, yes," she hums.

A triumphant smile curls my lips as I hear her admission. "Good girl," I praise, my voice thick with lust. "You're doing so well, surrendering to your desires."

I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing firm circles that have her writhing beneath me. At the same time, I take her nipple into my mouth again, suckling hard enough to elicit a sharp cry of pleasure from her.

"That's it, let it all out," I encourage, my words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. "I want to hear you lose control."

My other hand slides down to grip her hip possessively, holding her steady as I work her towards climax. The tension in her body is palpable, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. And when she does, I'll be right there with her, claiming her release as mine.

As Selene's orgasm crashes over her, her back bows off the bed, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat. I drink in the sight of her, lost in ecstasy, her body convulsing beneath mine.

That's when I see it. Her soul. Broken free from the chains that have tainted it. It floats above us, this ethereal thing, calling to me in a way a soul has never called to me before. For a moment my thoughts lose all control.

Claim it for yourself. The power. It's there, for the taking.

But, I know that I cannot. To break a pact would mean instant death. Besides, there is something about Selene that makes me think such a soul is incapable of simply being claimed.

Through it all, I maintain my relentless pace,coaxing out every last tremor and shudder from her quaking form. Only when the aftershocks subside do I slow my ministrations, gentling my touch as I help her float down from the heights of bliss.

"P-please..." she gasps, her voice raw and pleading. "Don't stop..."

But I do, pulling away to regard her with a smug, satisfied smirk. "Oh, but I think we've reached our limit for now, haven't we?" I murmur, trailing a finger down her sweat-dampened cheek. "Rest, siren."

"No, please," she whimpers. "I don't want this to end."

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