Page 57 of Until the End of Ever
Before we’d even exchanged a word, I was certain there was something wrong, strange, singular about this woman, just from glances across crowded ballrooms. Within days of knowing her, I was certain I should keep my distance, lest this very incident occur. On Sunday, while grinding into her heat and making her scream, every part of me warned that I shouldn’t get attached, get involved, and absolutely should not risk a kiss.
And now I’d tasted her mouth. I’d felt her lower lip tremble under mine while she stood, frozen and still, before letting out a soft whimper that shot through my limbs, electrifying every part of me, body and soul. There was no changing the story the Fates would write after this. I would commit atrocities to keep her tied to me. I would burn the world to keep her warm. I could see no limit to what I would be capable of just to make her smile.
I’d suspected it all along. Now I knew. I didn’t even think I needed to appeal to Moros: there was no reality where Kleos Valesco wasn’t already recorded as the one being in the universe made for me.
I took my time, delighting in every inch of her delectable mouth, kissing her as if we had a thousand years to explore each other, every breath, every moan etched in my memory forever. Itwas ridiculous that I’d never kissed her before. Impossible that I’d ever want to do anything else. Then she brought her hands to my shoulders, pressing her chest to mine, and heat travelled all the way to my groin, reminding me of every other way I could connect with her.
Groaning, I lifted her up by the thighs, and she crossed her legs behind my hips like she’d done so a million times. The head of her core rested right at my cock, so hard it throbbed, desperate to feel her again.
“I could kiss you forever,” she breathed against my lips.
I threw my head back, physically restraining myself. How many times had I warned her? Was it twice? Thrice?
“I could demand it. I could accept that deal,” I reminded her, my voice rough with need and frustration. “It’s direct, straightforward. Not leaving you a way out. And I could take it as a vow.”
We both needed the reminder that she didn’t understand words like forever. Not when spoken to me.
The damnable witch giggled.
“You’ll laugh less when I accept what you’re offering, one day. You can’t even admit you want me.”
“I want you,” she parroted readily.
I glared. “You want mycock.” On that last word, I ground into her, through her pants and mine, and she moaned, practically crossed eyes. “And my fingers, and my mouth. There’s a difference.”
“Oh, and what do you want, then? If you ask me, you’re the one who’s scared. You keep telling me I don’t want a deal with you.”
“You don’t,” I repeated.
“Saysyou. I’m not an imbecile. If I say I want to kiss you forever, I actually mean it.”
I wondered if I qualified for sainthood for resistingthat.
“Tell me so when you’re not panting, moaning, and desperate for a hard cock to fill you, witch, and we’ll have a very different conversation,” I said, eliciting another series of whines from her as my hips moved leisurely, letting her feel my length, teasing her with each slow stroke.
“Please!” she moaned.
“Tell me what you need.”
The way she was riding my hips, creating as much friction as she could through our clothes, I absolutely expected her to demand dick.
“Your ring.”
I growled. “You truly are going to kill me.”
She knew what my signet ring was made for. And yes, she also knew what it felt like right against her clit, but the damnable little witch realized the temptation it would represent for me, right against her skin.
“One condition.” I smiled pleasantly. “I think I gave you enough opportunity to communicate clearly for today. You want my ring? Fine. But you’re not going to be a naughty little tease and make me lose it.”
I pushed off the wall and carried her to the edge of her bed, lifting her hips to slide her pants down her thighs.
Underneath, she wore silk and lace, because apparently she’d decided my sanity was irrelevant. I recognized one of the many such sets I’d brought up to her room on Monday, and knew I was the one to blame. Everything she wore today had come from me, including the scrap of fabric doing very little to conceal her drenched cunt from me.
It was a struggle to focus on anything but her, but I untied my belt and wrapped it around her pretty head.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you shut the fuck up, gorgeous little tease.”
