Page 41 of Death Comes for Her
Simon’s hot breath tickled the arch of my ear, his chest flush with my spine. “There’s heat there, make no mistake, Sierra. We can fuck each other near to death and keep going. But he’s a loud, uncouth bastard and not nearly half as smart as he thinks he is.”
An uninvited giggle breached my lips.
“But you,” Simon groaned, belting his arms around me and nuzzling his face behind my ear, encompassing me in his embrace, “there is something about you, sweet pet, that kindles my—” he nipped at my earlobe, making me tremble “—fascination.”
My hips rocked, seeking friction. Simon groaned, cock twitching beneath me. When my head dropped back onto his shoulder, he licked up the side of my neck. Then his hips rolled up to meet my movement.
“I confound you, that’s it. I’m nothing more than a rarity at this point.” I sounded far too breathless for my liking.
“You are something ephemeral and golden.” The words sounded reverent, dripping off his tongue like a pained prayer. “Sweet mercy. What are you doing to me, you magnificent creature?”
Simon’s fangs scraped the side of my throat, and I whimpered. His palm drifted down my stomach to cup the aching heat between my thighs. I keened at the pressure.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Do you feel it too, Sierra?” He lifted me, bunching the dark blue dress until he’d gathered it around my hips. Then he unbuttoned the front of his trousers with his free hand before lowering me. “Do you feel the spark?”
I squirmed until he lowered me, the plush head of his cock gliding through my slippery lower lips. Heat ignited in my core at the contact, provoking a wanton noise from deep in my chest. Something certainly had sparked inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned, wriggling in his hold, desperate for more contact.
Simon vented a haughty chuckle, lips caressing my neck. He merely held me tight, stroking his rigid length through my folds. Each time the tip nudged my clit, I keened louder at the brief shocks of bliss.
“Do you want me inside you, Sierra?”
“Yes!”
“Whatever the princess wants,” he crooned. One word snagged my attention, but his next action stole further thought from my grasp.
Simon snapped his hips, thrusting into me with one swift blow. A shrill noise flew from my throat as he stretched me. I was already dripping, clenching, aching for him to split me apart. And he seemed willing to provide, pounding up into me so hard I nearly bounced off his lap. Only his arms folding me into his chest kept me from flying off.
“Sweet mercy, you feel divine. That tight wet heat is gripping me so perfectly.” One hand collared my throat, using his thumb to force my head to the side. His mouth attacked my neck, kissing and nipping, sure to leave marks.
“Oh, fuck. Simon!” I whined for him, burning up from within.
He bucked his hips, forcing me up. As easy as maneuvering a doll, he tossed me over the desk, sending books and loose parchment flying. He grasped my hips, anchoring them to the wood as he pounded into me.
Thunder rumbled outside, yet nothing snapped us from our erotic frenzy. I slammed onto the desk’s hard surface, and Simon entered me again and again. My hungry cunt swallowed him whole, pulling him deeper with each stroke.
“Magnificent, beautiful creature. Gods, the noises that pretty mouth makes drive me to madness.” He placed one hand on my back, in the center of my scars. “I’m going to take care of you, sweet pet. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Yes, yes, please,” I begged.
“Are you going to come for me, Sierra?”
I nodded, eyes prickling from the building pressure in my core.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet pet. Be a good little fairy and come for me. Come on my cock.”
Everything snapped. My entire body seized, trembling as the seams of my being unraveled. Blinding pleasure split through me as I came undone.
Simon drove his hips with aggressive ardor. He fucked me through my orgasm, slamming repeatedly until I shook and trembled from it. He reached around my hips with one wandering hand, strumming his thumb over my pulsing clit.
“Wait… oh fuck, wait!” Tears slipped from my eyes.
“Are you going to come again? That’s right, you see how I’m taking such good care of you? You’re going to be a very good pet and come again for me.” Deeper and harder, he pinned me down, teasing my clit with no choice but for my body to obey his demands.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, quivering from overstimulation, I wept from the overabundance of ecstasy quaking through my body. Yet Simon fucked me in a way that felt both possessing and cherishing. He drove into me, yet cradled me, wiping the tears from my cheeks, kissing my neck and whispering, “Good girl,” all the while.
