Page 20 of Forsaken Dream
“You wound me, beautiful.” With a hand pressed to his heart, Vaser didn’t look wounded at all. Actually, he looked arrogant as hell with that smirk on his face, the jerk. “We just want to help, and make your life easier.”
Humming, I was unconvinced, but I didn’t point out that they only made everything worse for me. The house and the land were looking perfect, while the weathered, sorry display they sported five days ago had been transferred to me. Who was going to fix me? The three of them? Images of sweaty bodies, limbs tangled, and twisted sheets hit me like a tsunami that stole my breath. The cup tilted precariously in my fingers, luckily not dumping what was left of the tea all over my lap. I needed to put it down before I spilled it.
Vaser took it from me, his fingers wrapping around my hand gently, and the moment his skin came in contact with mine, all the protests died on my tongue. My eyes jerked to his, and I was ensnarled in the fire burning in his gaze. He held my wide-eyed look for a long moment before his dropped to my lips, which were so dry I had to swallow thickly to moisten them. Heat was spreading through my veins and raising goosebumps all over my skin. Out of my control, a soft whimper bubbled up, and it elicited a pained groan from deep within the demon’s chest.
He yanked me close, his mouth crashing against mine as he dragged me onto his lap. The cup fell, spilling what was left of the tea over both of us, the chair I was using toppling over with a loud bang. Vaser’s hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head so he could better plunder my mouth. He wrapped my legs around his waist, and my body writhed against his, the friction from his hardness between my thighs sending jolts of pleasure through me.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss; not like I would’ve expected anyway. The demon glided his tongue over mine in the oldest dance known to time, exploring my mouth like a treasure hunter seeking a chest of gold. One of his hands grazed my neck, traveling to skim my collarbone and shoulder before he traced the side of my breast, making me moan low and deep in my throat. His lips left mine to trail kisses from my ear to the crook where my neck met my shoulder, and he bit me there, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough so I threw my head back with a gasp.
I could feel his smile on my skin, but all thoughts left me when he closed his fingers over my breast, his thumb circling over my hardened nipple. My hips pressed harder on his erection as my back bowed, and I clawed at his shoulders. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away. My body was not my own. That was until his mouth left my neck and fused on my breast, sucking the pebbled peak hard through the fabric of my shirt. My hands grabbed the back of his head, my fingers twisting in his silky hair to hold him there. The demon reduced me to a mewling, whimpering mess, but I was too far gone to stop it.
With a deep growl that would’ve been terrifying if I could think, Vaser’s other hand delved inside the elastic of my pajama pants I was still wearing, sliding between my folds like they belonged there. My whole body jerked at the sensation, and the move almost threw us off the chair, which was groaning from every move under our combined weight.
“You are drenched,” Vaser murmured over my breast, and flames licked my cheeks.
I didn’t want him to know how he affected me, how all three of them affected me, but those deft fingers glided into my slick channel and I forgot everything apart from the sensation he ignited. Clenching around his fingers, my hips gyrated, chasing the cliff that was waiting for me on the other side of this ride. As if reading my mind, his thumb pressed on the swollen button, circling it, and nothing could’ve stopped the scream passing my lips.
“Look at me, Echo.” I’d never heard his voice so guttural, so full of need. “Look at me.”
My eyes snapped to his face and he stole my breath, not with the all-consuming hunger in his eyes but with the gentleness I couldn’t ignore. He kept thrusting his fingers in and out, increasing the tempo as he increased the pressure on the nub before glancing between us. I followed his gaze, lost in the pleasure that doubled when I saw that his pants were unbuttoned, and he pumped his cock in sync with the fingers, which only hurled me closer to ecstasy.
I came undone in his hands.
“Vaser.” His name was a shouted moan when the world exploded in a burst of colors, making stars flash behind my closed eyelids.
I didn’t jump off the cliff of pleasure. I was hurled into an abyss of never-ending bliss where all I knew was him. His hands, his lips, the scent of his skin, like melted chocolate, and the insatiable need for his taste. My name passed his lips like a prayer before I felt the hot liquid splatter over my belly and stomach, the fabric of my tank top gluing to my skin with it. I wasn’t sure I would survive the continuing sensation. My heart was about to explode just like I had exploded a moment, or a lifetime before. An eternity later, I slumped over Vaser’s chest, and I could’ve sworn he tucked my head under his chin, hugging me close as if I was trying to escape.
Silly male, it was too late for me to run.
Good thing he didn’t know that.
