Page 33 of House of Soot

The reminder only makes everything feel more illicit, more intense. I pull him closer, desperate for more contact.

He trails kisses down my neck and lower. His lips wrap around my nipple and suck.

“Oh, God.” I press my hand over my mouth as sensation shoots straight to my core.

I give a little whimper when he stops and continues down, cascading kisses along my stomach and lower. He pushes my thighs open, and I wonder what he’s doing.

He slides his hands under my backside, then looks up at me from between my thighs. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

I realize what he’s about to do, and I’m shocked and excited and embarrassed all at once. “Blaise.”

He gives me a sexy, cocky smile and dips his head. His tongue slides between my folds and oh… my… God. One hand fists in the sheets while the other covers my mouth as the most delicious and torturous sensations pulse through my body.

His mouth is wet and warm as he licks and sucks until I’m a whimpering mess. I feel like every neuron is vibrating, coiling tighter and tighter until my world comes apart. Pleasure floods my body and it’s so, so good.

I feel boneless as Blaise kisses his way back up my body. “Ready for more?”

More? He sinks into me, and I gasp at the invasion and am shocked how my body once again pulses with energy around him. As he moves, I hold on to him, opening myself to him. Not just my body but my heart, my entire soul.

Emotion and sensation mix and I know, without a doubt, we’re meant to be together. Two parts of a whole. Forever.

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BLAISE

My dick has never had it so good. She’s tight, wet, hot, and like an addict, I can seem to get enough of her. I must be losing my mind because I shouldn’t be fucking the woman who helped kill my parents. I shouldn’t think what a loving and patient daughter she is to care for her mother the way she does. She once again praised the Keans, putting them on a fucking pedestal, while saying my family was forgotten. So yeah, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Even as unsettled as I am, I can’t stop. I drive into her body. She arches. She gasps. The way she responds drives me wild, heightening the sensations. It’s like she was made for me. God must be a sadist to have the woman I want most in the world be the one who ruined my family’s life.

“Blaise.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I know she’s close again. I lever up, sitting back on my heels as I grip her hips and thrust again, and again, and again, watching her tits bounce and sway.

Her pussy clamps around my cock and her body bows up as her orgasm slides through her again. It’s all I can do not to come right then and there, but I’m not done. I’m nowhere close.

A nagging thought breaks through the pleasure haze that I’m not using protection. Again. The responsible thing would be to ask if she's on birth control before I release my load, but I don’t. She might have been a virgin, but she’s not unworldly. Surely, she knows about birth control and must be on it. She wouldn’t be the first woman I’ve met who took the pill for reasons other than sex.

I roll us over until she’s on top of me. “It’s your turn.”

Her hair is a mess, her lips red and full from kisses. Her hands rest on my chest as she looks down on me with uncertainty. “What do I do?”

“Do what feels natural.” My hands on her hips help her move, and it isn’t long before she’s riding me like a pro. She rocks back and forth, rises up and down, and I’m in fucking heaven.

“Yes… Jenna… fuck…”

“Blaise.” Her pussy contracts again, and I feel like I’ve shoved my dick into a light socket. Stars burst. Electricity sparks. I buck under her, coming so hard I feel the pressure from my head to my toes. My orgasm goes on and on until I can’t move. My body is like a wet noodle, limp and immovable.

“God damn,” I muster.

“Is that good?”

I nearly laugh. “It’s more than good.” I tug her down until she’s lying on my chest.

She nestles against me. “I love you.”

I tense at the words. The trust she places in me should make my revenge easier. Instead, it fucks me up inside. This isn’t a game to her. Not a ruse. Not a mission. I’m succeeding at exactly what I set out to do, and I feel like shit about it.

Her lips find mine in the darkness, and I forget why I ever wanted to hurt her. My hands slide down her sides, memorizing every curve, every shiver that runs through her body at mytouch. The way she responds to me is intoxicating, pure, honest desire without calculation or pretense.

"Blaise," she whispers against my mouth, and something inside me breaks.

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