Page 67 of Stolen
And even if it causes me to lose focus and Nightfall suffers? I think it might be worth it.
I slow my hips, dragging each thrust until she trembles.
She whines, pleading with her body, her hands fisting my hair.
But I’m not done teasing her yet.
Lowering my head, I wrap my lips around one aching, perfect nipple, suckling her like she’s the only sustenance I’ve ever known.
She arches beneath me, hips bucking.
“Please,” she begs, and it is like music to my ears.
Sweet shadows, she tastes like heat and lightning.
Like the promise of chaos and eternity.
MyMyrrinis my favorite fucking flavor. And I intend to savor every bite.
“Oh God,” she moans, ragged and real.
I answer with my teeth.
A sharp nip—just enough to make her flinch.
To make her feel me.
“Say my name when I fuck you,viyella,” I growl, voice roughened with possession.
She gasps again, trying to rock her hips, but I hold her in place, hand firm on her waist.
“Your name?” she pants. “You call meMyrrin, and v-something. Who even knows what!”
I pause, pulling back enough to meet her eyes. They glitter, defiant and wet with heat.
Gods, I love her fire.
“My name,” I repeat, grinding my hips just enough to make her eyes flutter before I stop and back off a bit.
“I want you to fall apart screaming it.”
She stares at me, narrowing her gaze.
That spark in her isn’t fading. No, it’s catching fire.
“Compromise,” she breathes, lashes low, lips swollen. “What’s something I can say, a male nickname for whatever you call me?”
Her question hits me like a lightning strike.
Unexpected. Perfect.
“Viyen.”
The word escapes before I think. Before I can guard against it.
An ancient title.
A sacred one.
