Page 39 of Hell Gate

I snort at his slurred observation. It helps cut through the frenzied need that crashed over me a moment ago. The ache between my legs doesn’t quiet completely, though I feel more in control of myself.

“Mine,” he repeats in a smoky rasp.

I shudder, my head swimming from his enticing scent. “Yours.”

Matthias grasps my chin, tipping it up. The bright gold in his eyes darkens to a warm, sultry shade of honey. “If you look this gorgeous after a kiss, I have to know…”

“What?”

His hands drag down my back, trailing down the sides of my skirt before he pushes beneath the hem, massaging my thick thighs. “What you look like when you come. I have to get another taste of you. I’m going insane imagining it all the time.”

An acute, heady fire spreads through me once more, burning hot in my core as he slides my skirt up my hips, exposing me to the chill of the night. I nod, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. A sinful, pleased rumble vibrates in his chest and he rips a new hole in my ruined fishnets to get at me.

He kisses me again, each swipe of his tongue and nibble of his teeth dizzying and addictive. His fingers trace the edges of my panties, teasing me. I squirm, desperate for his touch on my pussy.

“Please.” The breathy plea comes out mumbled between kisses. “I need—”

“I’ve got you, petal,” he swears in a sinful tone. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Fuck you with my fingers and eat your sweet cream from them when you come. You taste so perfect everywhere. I knew you would.”

I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders. His mouth moves to my neck, sharp fangs scraping my sensitive skin, followed by the flick of his forked tongue. My hips buck, my clit throbbing with the rush of pent up desire. I’ve only allowed myself quick relief in secret when I shower. It’s not enough. I need him.

His fingers slip into my panties, wrenching the material aside. My thighs squeeze together on instinct, and he blocks me, pushing my legs wide for him to step between. He glides his fingers through my slick folds and presses a filthy sound against my ear.

“So wet already, petal.” Matthias leans back, encouraging me to look at him. His gaze burns into me as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting me. “Mm, so damn sweet and perfect. I can’t wait until your pussy soaks my cock.”

My lashes flutter, panting breaths tinged with little moans of pleasure when he circles my clit. I open my mouth to tell him what I like, but the words die out, his touch skilled perfection. The tingling sensation of sparks bursting and causing vibrations against my clit and folds rips a startled cry from me.

“Oh my god.” I whimper. “What are you doing? That feels… Oh, shit.”

“You liked it when I showed you these sparks before. This is what I was imagining doing to you,” he rasps. “Oh yeah, you like that. You’re grinding on my hand, baby. Making such a gorgeous mess, getting my fingers all wet and sloppy. You need them filling your pussy?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

My head falls back, spine arching as he teases his sparking fingers around my entrance. We’ve barely done anything and I’m already close to shattering, faster than any time I’ve made myself come.

“Tell me, Lily. What do you want right now?”

A ragged breath rushes out of me. “Please, Matthias.”

“Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want—I want your fingers inside me. Fuck me with them.”

His hooded gaze traps me. “You want to come all over my hand?”

I nod. “Please.”

A whimper spills from me as he pushes a finger inside. I’ve only ever touched myself, and this feels like so much more, so much better than when I do it. The further he sinks inside, the more my core throbs, the tight coil ready to snap.

“Christ, you look good like this.”

I like the roughness tinging his voice, like he’s seconds from losing control. Illuminated eyes flashing brighter, he adds a second finger, curling them deep inside my pussy with each thrust. His thumb circles my clit.

The sparks grow more intense and I can’t hold on. His power sends me over the edge with a shudder. I bite my lip, burying my face in his shoulder as the eruption of oblivion ripples through my core.

“Fuck, pretty girl. Look at you coming for me.” Matthias kisses my temple. “Such a good girl.”

He keeps going, still amplifying things with his sparks, thrusting inside me until the sound is obscene. It tips me from one orgasm right into the next.

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