Page 22 of Eternal Sacrifice
I kissed my way up her stomach, taking my time to marvel at her smooth skin. My tongue led the way and became distracted once I reached her pebbled nipples. They were begging for my wet mouth just as badly as her clit had.
She whimpered and whined, her hips searching for something more, and I moved on. I kissed my way up her neck, her back arching to give me better access.
Her hands came up to rest on my back, and a moment later, I felt the sharp pain of her nails digging into my skin.
I hissed, and the sensation retreated instantly.
“No. It was good.” I laughed, confused by the conflicting emotions running through my body. “I think.”
It hadn’t taken my body long to heal from the injury, and I made a mental note. If only to remind me of the future.
She started to press her nails against my skin. This time, they scratched but did not dig into me. I leaned down to kiss her again, coaxing her to continue as I got acclimated to the sensation.
She melted into the kiss, allowing her to forget her caution. Her hands pushed and pulled against me, trying to take control.
I eagerly fought back, finding a different form of pleasure in dominating and subduing her. My hand wrapped around her throat as I pushed my cock inside her. Positioned above her, I looked down and smiled in triumph.
Her hand gripped my shoulder tightly, and I pushed through my discomfort with the thrusts of my hips. From the start, I chose a punishing rhythm.
More tears sprang from her eyes, and I kissed them away.
I pounded into her, distracting my mind by focusing on her. Soft moans tumbled from her lips, her entire body shifting up the piano lid with each thrust. Despite the roughness, there was a sense of tenderness too. I showed her my love for her by worshipping her with every stroke. I owned every measure of her pleasure, but I knew she craved one more thing from me.
“Bite me,” I ordered, tilting my head to the side to expose my throat to her.
Her eyes widened, glancing at my neck before seeming lost inside her mind.
“I want you to bite me, Mor. Quit over thinking it and get your fangs inside me.”
I offered her my neck, and she paused, looking unsure. After a moment, I thought she decided that was a lineshewasn’t ready to cross yet. Then I felt a pinch, stinging hot and terrifying, so close to my throat. I froze, panicked, and uncomfortable. I couldn’t hurt her as I did to others.
I was stuck enduring it.
This was my stupid idea in the first place.
She started to suck, and it changed everything. I felt a pulling sensation throughout every nerve of my body, and they all raced to the head of my cock. If I closed my eyes, it felt like her lips were sucking on my cock as if it were her personal lollipop.
I lost control of my thrusts, bucking wildly and gripping the back of her head. I held her to my neck, needing more.
“You feel so fucking good,” I muttered. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come, babe.”
Between the sensation of her pulling on my blood and the warm heat of her pussy, I felt my balls tightening.
“Oh, fuck. Come with me, Morrigan,” I begged, needing to hear her scream for my day to be complete. “Fucking shatter with me.”
My thrusts faltered. I could barely keep my orgasm at bay until her muscles stiffened, and she let out the most beautiful noise to fill the empty room. She gasped for air before mewls tumbled from her lips while I milked the last of my cum inside her.
Exhausted, I leaned down to rest my forehead on her chest. I listened to her beating heart, reminding me we were both alive and well. A laugh broke free from me, and I placed a deliberate kiss between the valley of her breasts.
“Was that everything you didn’t know you needed?” she asked, smiling.
“We should do it again sometime,” I responded.
Her smile turned into a grin.
Morrigan
Weleftthepalacetogether with a single bag of personal items, heading for Aggie’s house. Jace needed to get his demon runes before we went to cabin forty-two. Jax pounded his knuckles into Aggie’s door, and a moment later, she flung it open. She wore a tight black corset and leather pants. If I hadn’t known how devoted my demons are, I would have felt a pang of unease at the dark, alluring radiance she exuded.
