Page 48 of Stolen
“I am the villain in your fantasy novel,” I admit as I crawl over her, stripping away my own clothes, my horns gleaming in the firelight now that illusion has been fully discarded.
“But even villains can bring pleasure.”
“You don’t look like a villain,” she whispers.
And as if of its own accord the rest of my illusion shatters.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the full truth of me.
Wings spanning almost the entire room, runes etched into my skin, claws extending from my fingers, fangs protruding from my gums, and silver fire dancing in my eyes.
But Jules? She doesn’t flinch.
She reaches.
Touches.
Claims.
And my soul sings.
The moment her palm lays over the mark glowing just beneath my collarbone, something ancient stirs between us.
An echo of the zareth already whispering through the ether.
I can hardly breathe for the magic swirling around us. It’s like I’m mesmerized by her. Bewitched.
Maybe she isn’t mortal? Maybe I made a mistake thinking her human?
Jules Strano is more dangerous than she appears.
Still, I lower my mouth to hers, driving my tongue inside, claiming her with this kiss.
Then I travel lower, dropping biting kisses on her neck, her magnificent breasts—tip-tilted and topped with dusky nipples I want to devour—but I’m not finished exploring.
So, I continue licking and nibbling her soft skin to her stomach, her thighs, the soft curls covering her mound, trailing fire with every breath.
Her moans are magic, casting spells on me to keep me there, gifting her pleasure.
Her trembling, a vow, an oath to never stop until she screams my name.
And when I finally slide my fingers between her silky, wet folds, it’s like an act of devotion.
“There you are,Myrrin,” I murmur before I lick into her hot, glistening pussy.
She tastes—fuck, she tastes like mine.
Spicy and tangy, her sweet musk balancing it all and it’s like ambrosia.
She moans and mewls, arching off the bed, but I’ll have none of that. I’m in charge here. And I let her know by sucking on her clit and holding her down gently.
“Alaric,” she whimpers, clutching at my hair while her orgasm crests over her.
I crave her passion, so I keep going. Licking her into her next climax, but by then, fuck me, this sassy little human has her hands wrapped around my horns.
My fucking horns.
My cock hardens even more and precum leaks from the tip. I almost can’t take it, so I back off to tell her.
