Page 91 of Moon Cursed

Lifting me up, Nyx tossed us both on the springy, leafy bed. Sinking in the moss—faint scents of earth, cedar, pine, and Nyx enveloped me. Towering over me, the look on his face as he soaked me in made me doubly, triply, and quadruply grateful he couldn’t see me blush.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous. Like sex and ruthlessness rolled in dough, deep-fried, and dipped in hazelnut chocolate.”

I giggled. “Is that a Black thing?”

“That’s a my-favorite-treat thing.” I shivered as he sliced clean through torn and ragged clothes. “I’m going to devour you whole, girl. I don’t know where you’re ranking me on your favorite-fated-mates list, but I’m about to be number one.”

I couldn’t stop laughing even as I rolled my eyes. Amazing that Nyx even coaxed a laugh out of me after the events of that morning, but that he couldn’t get me to stop—was nothing short of a miracle.

I shot into his arms, moaning as he finally captured my lips. Nyx molded me to him—fitting our bodies together like puzzle pieces.

My hands were everywhere. Stroking his chest. Tangling in his waves. Memorizing every dip and curve. All of him was hard to my touch, but yielding to my pressure—wanting to give in to me as badly as I did for him.

He nipped my lips, demanding entrance. The sweet perfection of our tongues tangling weakened my knees. He was the only thing keeping me up—holding me firm to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, moving his hardness between my middle.

He broke free and laid me down. Fingers tracing down my body, a trail of goose bumps followed his path, as though my very skin was reaching out to keep him.

Finding his home, Nyx kissed the inside of my ankle, making me shiver. My skin was alive like it’d never been before. I was acutely aware of the moss tickling my back, the glow of the starry moonless night peeking through the leaf roof, and our shadows moving in the darkness.

Nyx skated up my thigh, his lips following in his hands’ wake. Little whimpers escaped my mouth under his tender, nipping kisses.

I grasped his shoulders and tugged him down, indulging in another sinfully delicious kiss. He bit my lips, enticing a squeak, then kissed me soft. Returning to his explorations, Nyx found the valley of my breasts, buried his head between them, and groaned.

“Kill me,” he moaned. Nyx arched my back, displaying my rounded mounds and their hardening peaks for his pleasure. “Kill me now because I’ll never be happier than this.”

I bit my lip, holding back my grin. Yeah, it was easy to see why Nyx made me smile.

If I expected him to do more, he surprised me. Nyx left my breasts alone and cold—continuing his journey. Anticipation rose as he spread my knees apart.

“Tell me, deep-fried gorgeous.” He teased a circle around my opening. “Do you taste sweet too?”

I blinked, cheeks heating. I think I tried to answer him, but nothing intelligible came out.

Nyx buried his face between my legs, finding out for himself. I made a strangled noise as my legs snapped over his ears—back arching off the bed.

He plundered my entrance—licking, nipping, and sucking on a particular place that sent electricity zipping beneath my skin.

“Holy fucking gods,” I gasped.

I twisted and writhed on the bed, doing my best to pull his head off his shoulders. Nyx just laughed while I did my thing—sending delicious vibrations through my core.

Suddenly my legs were pushed up and out, spreading me wider than a freeway. His head dipped. A warm, expert tongue licked my puckered hole.

“Oh!” I jerked, bottom scooting away.

Nyx trapped me with a hand flat between my breasts. Slowly. Deliberately. He drew me back.

“Easy, baby,” he said. “I’m just getting started.”

Sweat beaded on my skin at his final wink before ducking down. It was a good thing his arm around my thigh and palm to my heart kept me down, because living bubbles grew and burst within me—threatening to carry me away.

Or at least that’s how it felt as he had his way with both holes—teasing one, tasting one, and then switching it up.

Moans peeled from my lips as loud and begging as the victims in my revenge fantasies.

“N-Nyx,” I screamed. Heat built in my lower belly, contracting it painfully. I was already sore and aching, but this was an ache I never wanted to go away. “Nyx!”

Nyx gently bit that spot, and I exploded.

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