Page 250 of Shadowblood Souls
He rolls his finger over my nipple and then squeezes it. I whimper at the heady sparks the gesture sets off.
My hips rock. I can’t stop myself from grinding against him, seeking more of that delicious friction that’s quickening both our pulses.
“Fuck,” Jacob mutters shakily. He massages my breast with more forceful strokes that bring a whimper to my lips.
He bucks up to meet me, his erection locking against me even more firmly through our clothes, and my fingers dig into his shirt. I’m afraid to do anything else, to ask for anything else, or I might lose my grip on the reins.
Maybe I should stop this. Maybe it was a stupid idea.
But I’m not sure I know how to stop.
Jacob must see the inner conflict playing out on my face. He hesitates for just a second, and then both his hands slide to my thighs.
“I know what you need. Come here.”
Before I can ask what he means, he hefts me up without the slightest sign of effort. My muscles might be supernaturally powered, but I’m still tiny compared to him.
In one smooth movement, he lifts me so I’m kneeling over his face instead of his groin. My hands grasp onto the top of the headboard instinctively.
Then Jacob tugs my panties to the side and swipes his tongue over my throbbing cunt.
The starker rush of pleasure shocks a cry from my lungs. As if that’s the confirmation he was waiting for, he pushes up to plant his entire mouth against my folds.
His tongue flicks over my clit and down across my opening. He moves his lips against every sensitive part of me, sending quivers of delight racing through every nerve.
Oh, God. I clutch on to the headboard and sway with his attentions, my body outright quaking with the sensations he’s conjuring through it.
It felt incredible when Dominic kissed me there, but something about this position makes the act even more potent. I can set the pace; I can adjust the angle when he moves from what’s just the right spot.
Jacob follows my lead without complaint or any sign that I’m smothering him. His hands work up and down my thigh muscles as he devours me from below with every part of his mouth, even the softest graze of his teeth.
He plunges his tongue right inside me and then laps all the way to my clit, and I shudder against him with a moan. My hips can’t stop bucking, urging him on.
“That’s right,” he murmurs with a torturous vibration against my pussy. “Ride me for all you’re worth.”
He dives back in like I’m the best meal he’s ever eaten. The pleasure swells until it’s resonating through my whole body.
One of my hands falls to grip the rumpled strands of his pale hair. The other grips the headboard as if for dear life.
He sucks down on my clit, and the rising wave breaks.
It crashes over me, washing away every sensation but the surge of blissful release, whiting out my vision. I sputter another cry, lost in the haze.
Jacob keeps moving his mouth against me until my body starts to sag. Then I ease off him, sated but also a little awkward at how up close and personal we just got.
He’s buried his face in the most private part of me, and he hasn’t even taken off one piece of clothing.
Of course, that was by my choice more than his.
The shadows twist through my veins, yanking at me, but my baser desires are satisfied enough that I can ignore them as I sink into the mattress.
Jacob licks his lips, the gesture so unexpectedly erotic after what he just did that I practically come all over again. He grins at me, looking nothing but satisfied himself.
I’ve forgotten how absolutely breathtaking he can be when he’s actually happy. I don’t know if I’ve gotten a chance to see it since our escape.
He can’t be that happy, can he? His erection is still straining against his slacks.
But he sits up before I can think about offering to repay the favor, his grin unwavering.
