Page 58 of Until the End of Ever
“You’re a dick,” she grumbled.
That most definitely didn’t sound like a no. While her eyes remained set on mine, I buckled the belt tight, silencing that mouth.
“You blink three times if you want me to let go, understood?”
She nodded.
“Good little witch.” Except she was anything but.
I kissed my way up from her knees to her center, parting the creamy legs, and throwing them over my shoulders to nest right at the apex of her thighs. She smelled more enticing than any of her succulent desserts, so, pushing her panties out of the way, I feasted.
Kleos bucked against me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, screamed, wailed, begged, while I took my time, exploring each crevice, each nook, languorously familiarizing myself with the addictive taste of her cunt, my heated ring right against her clit, the warm metal circling it, or pressing against it.
It would be so, so easy. All it would take would be a little blood from each of us. Not even a word would be needed. She’d be mine forever.
Her hips lifted up, back arching as she pressed into my tongue, her legs locking around my neck so tight she might break it—if I didn’t choke.
I was fairly certain my tongue had entered a race; I was either going to make her lose it, or she’d kill me first.
Good way to go.
Before the crazed woman had a chance to end me, she flooded my tongue, screaming my name, the noise muffled by my belt as her limbs let go of me, falling back down to my shoulders.
I kissed the knee right by my head before letting her legs drop down to the ground and making my way up to her. First, I unfastened my belt before lifting her up higher on the bed totuck her in. I was all but done when her hazy gaze regained enough focus to settle on me, full of questions.
She didn’t have to say a word for me to understand. She was wondering why my cock was still firmly tucked in my pants, rather than where it belonged: deep inside her molten heat, made so wet to take me.
I pressed my lips against her forehead, then the tip of her nose. “It’s three in the morning. You had a long day, and plenty of wine. Sleep.”
We’d see where we were at tomorrow. I didn’t think it possible for Kleos to hook her claws deeper than they were, but if she ran again, the last thing I needed was another memory of what it felt like to let myself take her.
I’d taken enough risks with my flagging sanity for one night.
Whether it was the time or the fresh orgasm, Kleos was down for the count in mere instants.
I considered doing what I said I would; occupy myself while I was still awake, and then find a bedroom. After a good seven seconds of serious deliberation, I dismissed the asinine idea, and resized the notebook and pen in my pocket.
I wrinkled my nose. I wasn’t even done writing about Apollo’s cave, and now, I had to add an entire chapter on dragons from Terra.
24
KLEOS
Icouldn’t stop staring. I would have rather died than move a muscle and ruin this.
Sometime last night, Lucian had removed and carefully folded his clothes on the bedside table before climbing into bed next to me. One of his arms was thrown over my waist, pulling me right against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat, nice and slow, right against mine, which drummed so hard it thumped in my ears.
Lucian looked younger, less like a posh Machiavellian know-it-all, and as devastatingly gorgeous as usual.
It came as a surprise to me that he was also very warm. And hissmell. I was going to have to demand a bottle of the body wash he’d made to archive this perfect scent.
“Rise and shine!” a voice called, from what sounded like far away, followed by a knock on the door.
Except the knock seemed muffled. I blushed, guessing Lucian must have silenced the room, making sounds from within imperceptible to those outside, and those coming from without less intense—a trick I never quite got down. I didn’t even notice him doing it.
Thank all the gods for Lucian and his insufferably consistent excellence. I flushed, remembering all the noises he wrenched out of me. I didn’t even stop to think that we were in his parents’ house.
“Five more minutes,” Lucian grumbled, eyes still closed, his arm pressing me harder against his chest.
