Page 43 of Beneath the Cursed Veil

Any restraint I had snapped.

I gripped her thigh with my free hand, fingers pressing into her supple flesh. My grip on her breast tightened as she continued to rock against my length. I leaned up and pulled at the lace of her bra, lowering it so I could take her nipple between my teeth. She hissed at the pain, but that sound turned into a whimper as I lapped at the mark I’d left. When I sucked on the rosy bud, she bucked again, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” I rumbled against her damp skin. I lowered my hand to press into the apex between her thighs where the material of her leggings was already damp. “Are you going to let me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

I rolled us. Her back hit the mattress as my weight came down on her. I moved my hands to either side of her face, caging her in. “I want to hear you beg.”

A tiny whine slipped free from her lips. I rolled my hips, pressing into her just once before I pulled away. My fingers hooked in the band of her leggings. I dragged them down with ease, taking her thong along with them. “Please.”

I chuckled, sliding off the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the very edge before sinking down on my knees.

I tsked. “You can do better than that.”

She tried to speak, but only gasped as I licked her from her opening to her clit. I traced the tip of my tongue in circles around her little nub, stimulating but only barely touching. Meera arched her hips. “Pleaseeeee,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Better,” I hummed, my breath fanning over her slick flesh.

Meera shivered, but I didn’t think she was cold.

In fact, it felt like she was burning up. I wanted to burn with her.

Without dragging it out, I plunged my middle finger into her tight channel. She clenched at the intrusion. Her fingernails scraped my scalp as she fisted my hair and tried to pull me closer. I gave in, lowering my head once more to suck her clit between my lips.

Her hips jerked again. “Yes, yes, yes!” She chanted, thrashing back and forward as I moved my finger in and out. “More. I need more.”

“Greedy little thing.” I pushed a second finger in her.

Meera climbed high, but just before she could find her release, I stopped. A sob left her throat. Her grip on my hair turned borderline painful.

I blew on her clit, then waited for her to come down before starting the process all over again.

Then again.

By the fourth time she was a sweaty, writhing mess. Just the way I liked her.

“Vareck, please,” she begged.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

I bit back my grin. “What do you want me to do?”

Meera groaned in frustration. “Fuck me.Now.” She tacked on the end, her full lips pouting.

I got to my feet and removed my pants. My cock thickened, impossibly harder under her hooded gaze. Meera licked her lips.

“Scoot up the bed,” I told her. For all her brattiness otherwise, this version of her, the one I knew all too well, listened beautifully.

She spread her legs wide without having to be told. Even in the low light, the wetness between her thighs glistened. I stroked my cock once before climbing up after her. Instead of crowding her body with my own, I lifted her hips to meet mine.

“Are you protected?” I ran my length through her slick heat, making her shiver.

“Y—yes,” she stuttered out.

I notched my head in her entrance, pushing in the slightest bit. “Good.” Then I filled her with a single thrust.

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