Page 8 of Gemini Queen
He gives my strapless bodice a savage yank that nearly rips it open and my tits spill out, giving my own twin piercings some airplay, silver rings glinting in the dim red light.
“Oh, fucking hell,” my Brit groans, diving in to tongue my nipples and work my rings like an effing maestro while his fingers keep pumping me.
He’s all sharp teeth and ruthless lips, clamping down on my nipples and suckling me so hard I feel every pull burrow through my insides to tug at my clit. My pussy’s milking his fingers in rhythmic pulses I can’t control and I’m fucking losing it for him right there on Wang’s bathroom sink, rocking my hips against his hand, and God, God, God, I’m perchedright…on the edge…
When his thumb works the nub of my clit, my climax crashes over me and pretty much destroys me. Crying out, I ride his hand like a rodeo bull, my core clenching hard around him, a fresh gush of my own pussy juice drenching us both.
“Jesus, Ronin,” I gasp. Seeing literal stars.
Hearing his savage grunt of triumph as I finally give him the climax he’s demanding and the name he’s jonesing to hear me say.
Well, fuck if he hasn’t earned it.
This guy might have the temper of a rutting bull and the personality of a cranky rhino, but sweet Jesus, can he finger fuck.
In fact, he’s still doing it, pumping me relentlessly through the aftershocks with one hand, breaking out a condom with the other. The sharp crinkle of plastic snaps my eyes open. He’s fumbling the condom from his pocket and ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.
My climax recedes and my head clears. He’s still looming over me, all that raven hair spilling over one shoulder and sticking to my sweaty tits, his gaze nailed on my face from a foot away like he doesn’t want to miss a trick.
And, cheese on toast, hiseyes.Those Russian amber eyes of his are literally glowing with golden fire.
He’s gifted. He’s fucking gifted the way I’m gifted. Only, not the way I’m gifted. I’m an air sign. And judging by that massive dragon tattoo roaring inky flames across his chest and the unnatural heat rising from his skin, this guy’s a fire sign.
And no high and mighty fire lord would ever serve a casino weasel like Mick Gemini.
Nope.
This sexy Brit who’s just finger fucked me into a sex coma? He’s an Icarus boy.
Which means that goddamn Academy whose mandatory education I’ve been eluding for the past five years just freaking found me.
Chapter Six
Ronin
The instant Zara Gemini’s orgasm tapers off and her brain switches on, I feel the electric charge of alarm shoot through every synapse of her sexy body like a bolt of lightning.
Because she’s under me, she’s inside me, we’re connected, we’re one. Her taste of fizzy champagne and power’s singing on my tongue. Her scent of vintage roses and vanilla’s swimming in my head. My hand’s buried so deep in her wet silky heat as she pulses around my fingers I can practically feel her heartbeat.
Her eyes flicker over the flames spilling from my dragon across my chest and shoulders. Then her gaze locks on mine like a magnet. Her hair floats around her shoulders and her irises glow purple with power.
And if I don’t bloody get inside her before she hurls me through the wall, my dick’s going to explode.
“You’re one of them,” she says, husky with shock and breathless with pleasure. “You’re a warlock.”
“And you’re a witch,” I rasp, unrolling the magnum down my aching shaft. “I’m going to fuck you blind, Zara Gemini.”
“It’s Cleo Ferrari,” she says, smooth as cream, without missing a single bloody beat. So smooth I’m actually thrown by it. Becausethat’show good she is. “Afraid you’ve got the wrong girl, Adam. And you and me? Our time’s up.”
Ohhellno. Not a single flaming chance. She’s the Gemini scion all right. And according to those digits flashing on her own dive watch, we’ve got a solid four minutes before her blooming bomb goes off.
Which is more time than I need to bring us both off.
I ease my dripping fingers from her cunt and rub my aching cock over all that slick heat. Against my shaft she’s like a split peach, all dewy and pink and glistening. If we’d only a little more time, I’d drop to my knees and tongue her until she screams.
As it stands, we’ve barely enough time for a bit of heavy petting.
When I rub my tip against her clit, rather regretting the latex between us, her mouth falls open and her head falls back and she arches into the contact we’re both begging for with a throaty moan.
