Page 45 of Ruthless Scoundrel
“Yes,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as I rotate my hips toward his mouth.
Jasper groans and attacks me with vigor, ratcheting the tension in my lower belly to new heights. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The pressure, the pleasure. It’s building to something so great, too great. I might come apart right here on the beach.
“Jasper, I’m—” I don’t get to finish the thought.
Jasper’s warm, calloused hand presses against my bare chest and pins me to the sand as he devours me. He’s on his knees now, his other arm wrapped tight around my hips as he pulls me up onto his lap so he can feast. Opal light pierces through the black as he watches me.
What does he see?
My body glows blue with magic and my skin heats. Jasper responds, his arm transforming into two massive tentacles split at the elbow. I let out a surprised yelp and his eyes dart up to mine. My breath comes in heavy pants as I glance between his eyes and the tentacled arm sliding up my chest.
He covers my breast with one of the tentacles and the suckers lining the underside latch onto my nipple. I mumble-moan something that sounds like, “More,” as I writhe under his attention and Jasper grants that wish. He wraps the other tentacle around my waist and hoists me harder against his face, devouring me.
Beyond Jasper is the black sky and the stars. It’s just us.
“Ohksano’amai,” my mouth utters and I don’t know why among the thousands of things I could’ve said, I whispered repeated nonsense.
Jasper pulls away, his dark stubble glistening with my arousal and his saliva.
He licks his lips. “Say it again.”
The timbre of his voice sends a pulse of pleasure through my body, despite my core being cold and needy.
“I don’t—”
“Again,” he growls.
“Ohksano’amai.”
The opal glow in his eyes becomes blinding against the dark contrast of the night. I fall inside him as he returns to feasting on me.
Each thrash of his tongue has me whimpering. Every nip of his sharp teeth puts me in a spiral. I squirm in his punishing hold, digging my fingers in the sand as if I can hold onto the world that way.
“Jasper—I’m, I don’t know what this is,” I moan in both fear and pleasure. I’m not sure I’ll survive what he’s doing to me. It feels as if something is about to break. As ifI’mabout to break. And I’ll spill my heart into the twinkling sky above us, lost to the stars forever.
The pressure in my core reaches a pinnacle and I suck down a deep breath. There’s no escaping this. I’m at the edge of an abyss and I want to dive in. I want to disappear into the sensation Jasper is giving me.
Bliss erupts from my pelvis like a sun flare. The wave of it rolls up my body, and my muscles seize all at once. A carnal scream rips from my throat. My heels dig into Jasper’s back as he continues to lap at my center, wringing me dry.
When the sensation becomes too much, I clamp my thighs around his head. He slows his affections, kissing my legs gently as he releases me back down to the sand.
The pulsing between my thighs thunders in time with my heart. It feels as if the gods are here with me. I stare at Jasper, not a single fucking thought in my head.
There’s no rebellion. No horrific queen mother. No suffering.
There is only this. Only Jasper and what he can do to my body with his mouth.
Slowly, the black recedes from his eyes, revealing his dark brown irises and white sclera. He wipes his two pale tentaclesover his chin, covering his mouth as he pants and looks down on me. There’s horror in his unaltered eyes and it quickly banishes my euphoria.
“What is it?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.
He takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “You said…you called me…” He pauses and his arm transforms back into that of a man. He wipes his hand over his face. “Never mind.”
Jasper gets up and walks over to my pants, then throws them to me. He doesn’t say anything as he walks back to our makeshift shelter, leaving me with a cold truth.
That wasn’t seduction. That wasn’t me using his lust to overpower and escape him. That was me taking my own pleasure.
Oh, Zephrom.
