Page 36 of Last Ride of the Umbra Fae

“Do you remember when I said I was far from a gentleman?” His gaze darkened.

He moved faster than I could respond, gliding his finger the rest of the way, down my bundle of nerves, and plunged his middle finger inside me. I gasped, arching into him, gripping his arms as he caught my moan with his mouth, kissing me with a ferocious passion. I felt his muscles strain against my hold while he slid in and out.

My gods, he is the devil.

Thanks to the fucking curves of these mountains, we were far from sight and sound as another moan ripped out of me.

“You’re so tight, Desert Storm,” he said into the shell of my ear, pulling out to roll his middle finger over my bundle of nerves. “And so very wet.”

I moaned. “Don’t stop or I’ll kill you.” The only words I could manage to say.

He darkly chuckled. With every penetrating stroke of his finger, heat flushed my face, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to see what he would look like gazing up at me with his head buried between my thighs. It was hard to pull away with his thick finger already filling me, going so deep as if he knew exactly where to hit. I was chasing that high.

“I have another game I’d like to play,” I said, but I let him plunge into me a few times more before reaching down to slidemy pants past my hips. I was halfway there when he leaned back onto his knees. The blanket fell down around him, exposing his pitched cock inside his pants. A dark, wet spot had formed above the tip as the morning light filtered behind him. With his bare chest exposed, his dark, tousled hair brushed the edges of his shoulders. I held a hand above my brow to block out the sun. My gods, the devil was awfully tempting.

He slowly leaned down, gently tugging the hem of my pants the rest of the way with his gaze never leaving mine. He smiled, a grin so wide, I caught a flash of shyness flush his cheeks when I bent my legs and fully opened for him.

“Are you blushing, cowboy?”

He grabbed the blanket and hung it behind his body, blocking out the sun to get a better view. I lowered my hand now that he’d given me shade, my eyes roaming over every muscle on his body.

“I cannot confirm nor deny such accusations,” he said, his voice a soothing calm. “But when I’m done with you, it will be you who’s blushing.”

Slowly, with every tantalizing second that passed by, he lowered his head, kissing my inner thigh first before linking both his arms around my hips. The torment was driving me mad. He made his way down, kissing and stroking his tongue against the soft flesh before he gently grazed his lips over my bundle of nerves. With a hard, languid lick, his tongue slid up my core, igniting a wildfire inside me. He then kissed my other inner thigh. A groan rumbled in his chest, roused by the power I allowed him to have in this moment. He was exploring how my body reacted to his. And then, with a sudden thrust, he yanked me onto his mouth and slid his tongue in. I sucked in a sharp breath as he began to work my center. My gods, a mouth like that could make me hate and need him at the same time. Another soft whimper escaped me.

“You taste so divine,” he rasped. He looked ravishing himself, so breathtaking the way his eyes seemed to penetrate my soul as they narrowed in on me, as if he knew how deep to go and what spots to hit. Our bodies were syncing as the mark on my sternum thrummed. I chased the wave, longing for a release that I knew would leave me throbbing hours after. He was giving me what I desired, what I yearned for, a taste of how it would feel to forget the world around us as I allowed myself to get lost in this.

My power moved in wispy shadows, curling in the air and giving shade from the rising sun.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” The words fell from my lips in a darkly coated demand. He moaned into my sex, a song to his soul as he succumbed to my desire. Every stroke of his tongue rode me to ecstasy. His sweet, sexy mouth and the scruff of his beard seared into me with every tantalizing touch. He speared his tongue endlessly, so continuous that I wondered how he could even breathe, but greed eradicated any more of those concerns. He reached up, cupping a breast and barely getting a handful. My core clenched, my pulse growing with a tempest’s speed. My chest was tight as I grabbed onto his shoulders, thrusting harder onto his tongue as his arms pulled my hips into a deeper embrace.

He moaned as the pleasure coursed through him. The sound so deep, it vibrated over my clit, creating that final push to spur me over the ledge, and I crested that wave. The release came crashing through me in a dance of pulsating throbs around him. I cried out in ecstasy, riding the fuck out of his tongue as if the sun would never rise again. I gasped and moaned as if the mountains would come tumbling down. He thrusted again and again, driving his tongue so deep, I nearly saw stars when everything around me blurred. And when my release began to slow, we flowed into a soft rhythm until the waves were calm.With both our hearts still thrumming, he slowly slid his tongue out, giving me one gentle lick before he collapsed beside me.

I was spent. We were left a heaving mess with only our panting, misted breaths to fill the silence of a serene morning.

When my heart was a resting calm, I pulled the blanket back over us.

“You are way too damn pretty,” I observed, staring at his swollen lips and his sliver of a pearly smile that seemed to peek out every time I spoke.

He chuckled, turning onto his side as he rested his head on his hand. A few strands of hair lay slick against his neck. “Well that doesn’t seem like much of a problem,” he said, gaze devouring me within the same breath.

“It could be. I guess we will have to see how it goes,” I teased, not minding the distraction at all. His hair was tousled, a sheen of sweat glistening beneath his eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as enchanting as you.” He plucked a lock of hair from my face and tossed it over my shoulder.

My heart beat wildly against my chest as he seemed to map out every freckle across my face. I didn’t have to hide who I was with him. As if he could sense my thoughts, he brought my hand to his lips, hands that didn’t need to be gloved in his presence, and he kissed every single finger.

“These hands are dangerous,” I warned him, smirking in the process. I pointed two fingers, aiming for his heart, and curled my ring and pinky, gesturing the form of a pistol. He smirked at the motion when I cocked my thumb. “Bang, bang, cowboy. You’re dead.” I slightly jerked my hand up.

He brought my hand to his chest, tucking my middle finger back in so that there was only one pointing at him. “You only need one bullet to kill.” A wicked grin formed on his face. “But it would take a whole lot more to kill me, Desert Storm.”

“It takes one bullet to kill, two because I’m a spiteful bitch.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you. I have a thing for danger,” he said.

“Is being a guide always dangerous? I’m sure it’s not every day you have clients like us.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone so damn quick, it was hard to grasp.

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