Page 29 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Looping an arm around my waist, Kyros held me upright, hovering his mouth just over mine. “Tell me.”

In answer, I grabbed his hand and slid it down my stomach and beneath my panties. “It won’t take long.”

Like, one touch. Seriously.

His eyes flared and his fingers unfurled under my panties, making me jerk.

I slapped my hands back on the wall. “Please hurry.”

Kyros hummed, watching me as he supported my weight entirely. “No.”

One thick finger entered me, pressing in with agonising slowness. I cried low as my body tightened from my toes to my fingertips, my insides drawing in to the tip of his finger.

“Fuck,” Kyros whispered, his rapt focus on my flushed face.

His thumb circled my clitonce. And the tightening catapulted to the peak with unfathomable speed.

Twice.

White obliterated my senses as Kyros’s hand moved rapidly.

Kyros’s thumb was circling.

His finger moving. So fast.

I couldn’t make sense of anything but the weightless bliss being wrung from my body.

His forehead was against my shoulder as he milked my orgasm for all it was worth.

Pleasure turned to pain as he continued.

His name lodged in my throat and I wiggled to dislodge his thumb from my sensitive flesh. It was so much. “Ky—”

He growled, unrelenting. The pain morphed to a slow heat that built, spreading through me again.

My shocked gaze flew to the ceiling. I was…? The pleasure jumped up and up again, bowling through my shaking frame.

Oh my god,I was.

This time I heard the scream that tore from my lips as my body tried to implode around his hand. He didn’t let me collapse and curl into a ball, keeping up a steady pressure until the hazy grips of my second orgasm left me.

After one last pulse, he slid his hand free.

“I need to set you down.” His voice was strained, and I shivered. Blurring me to the futon in the middle of the wardrobe, Kyros raced from the room.

Pure possessiveness rolled through him. His mind shook with the need to claim me again.

And I was in no position to help matters.

Sprawled on the futon, I reached blindly to do up my jeans.Fuck me.I couldn’t believe what just happened. Twice. Really?

I wanted to stretch like a cat in front of the fire. I wanted to return the favour. I wanted nine days of mind-boggling sex from back-to-back thralls.

The shower turned on, and I flashed a smile.

What’s the bet it was cold?

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