Page 11 of City of Secrets and Shadows
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my temple. “Again.”
“I hate you,” I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, hips rising to meet his thrusts.
His teeth flashed white in the darkness. “No, you don’t.”
Each word was accompanied by a controlled roll of his hips that sent pleasure spiralling through me. His fingers continued their relentless circles against my clit, pushing me closer to the edge with every passing second.
“Close,” I managed to gasp, my free hand clutching at the hard muscles of his back.
“I know,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I can feel you squeezing me. So tight. So perfect.”
“Let go,” I whispered, reaching up to trace his lower lip with my thumb. “Take what you need.”
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “You first.”
“I can’t…”
“You say that, and yet…”
Tears escaped the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity, and I cried out. Tarshi’s hand immediately clamped down over my mouth and we froze. Septimus grunted, shifting in his sleep. We remained perfectly still, Tarshi buried to the hilt inside me, his hand warm against my mouth, our eyes locked in the darkness. My heart hammered against my ribs, every sense heightened by the danger. I could feel Tarshi’s pulse throbbing inside me, his cock twitching with each heartbeat.
When Septimus’s breathing returned to the deep rhythm of sleep, Tarshi slowly removed his hand from my mouth, replacing it with his lips in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered against my lips, resuming his movements with agonizing slowness.
I bit back a moan as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back in, the drag of him against my oversensitive flesh both torture and ecstasy. “Worth it,” I gasped.
His answering smile was predatory, all white teeth and dark promise in the shadowed cave. He shifted his weight, changing the angle of his thrusts again.
“There,” I gasped, stars exploding behind my eyes. “Gods, right there.”
Tarshi’s lips curved against my neck in a predatory smile. “Here?” He ground against that spot again, making me bite my fist to keep from crying out. “Or here?” Another thrust, harder this time.
“Both,” I managed, the word barely audible as I clung to him. “Don’t stop.”
His rhythm increased fractionally, each thrust still measured but with more force behind it. The wet sounds of our bodies joining seemed impossibly loud in the darkness, competing with the storm’s fury and Septimus’s steady snoring.
“Never,” Tarshi promised, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “Could spend eternity inside you and it wouldn’t be enough. Now look at me. I want your eyes on me when you come.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze as the final wave crashed over me. My body convulsed around his massive length, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain radiating outward from where we were joined.
His control finally shattered. His hips snapped forward with renewed purpose, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The measured pace was gone, replaced by something primal and desperate.
His massive hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly to change the angle. When he drove into me again, I felt him hit a spot so deep within me that I nearly screamed. His hand presseddown over my mouth again, holding me down as my body shook underneath him. His lips found my neck, teeth scraping against my pulse point as his movements grew more erratic. I could feel him swelling inside me, impossibly larger as he approached his release.
“Livia,” he breathed against my skin, my name a prayer on his lips. “My Livia.”
His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. I clutched at his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath my fingers as he drove into me with increasing desperation.
“Let go,” I whispered, reaching up to cradle his face. “I’ve got you.”
Something broke in his expression — vulnerability flashing across features usually schooled to reveal nothing. His rhythm faltered, then quickened, each thrust deeper than the last. I felt him tense above me, his entire body going rigid as he buried himself to the hilt one final time. I felt him swell impossibly larger inside me, his rhythm growing erratic. His massive body trembled above mine, muscles straining with the effort of his release. When he came, it was with a stifled groan against my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh to silence himself. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his warmth, triggered another small aftershock of pleasure that had me gasping against his skin.
For several heartbeats, we lay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, breath coming in harsh pants. Tarshi’s weight pressed me into the ground, but I welcomed it, the solid reality of him anchoring me in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. His heart thundered against my chest, gradually slowing as our breathing steadied.
He brushed his lips against my temple, a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the savage intensity of moments before.“You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, his accent thicker in the aftermath of pleasure.
“You’ve said that before,” I whispered back, fingers tracing the scars on his broad back.
