Page 121 of Gift from the Source
The strength of it holds me up and gives himself the balance he needs without using his hands.
Only he could do that.
I kiss the inside of his palm. Then I seal my mouth on the junction between his thumb and index finger.
Right where his hand perfectly wraps around my throat or the back of my neck.
The cramp in my stomach rolls right into an orgasm that has my back arching. His fingers caress my scar that the dagger I took for him put there.
The light shining from where my teeth pierce his skin nearly blinds me, but I can’t take my gaze off the ecstasy on his face. The pure pleasure in his emerald eyes when he finishes has my hand reaching up to cup his cheek.
“You’re my hero, Willow.”
“And you’re my strength.”
He leans his forehead down to mine and our heavy breaths mingle. I embrace the peaceful, sweet break, but it isn’t long and I’m clenching around him. I need more.
I need one more.
My legs wouldn’t work right now even if I wanted them to and he knows it.
He easily picks me up, but we don’t go far.
Corentin’s seated in the corner of the sectional and my violet eyes eat him up. His arm lies lazily over the back of the seat and his thighs are spread wide. Those perfectly ironed dress pants don’t hide a thing from me, though.
“Sit her on her throne, Tillman,” he says as he pats his lap.
The amber in his eyes makes it impossible for me to draw air into my lungs. They’re so intense. I’m trapped in his gaze.
My hands run up his chest and settle on his shoulders as I get myself comfortable. The bulge in his pants makes me grind down and I shiver from the groan that leaves him.
His voice is low, drenched in need when he asks, “Where are you laying your mark, princess?”
“The same place you’re going to leave yours.”
My earth element glides down his body as I strip him of the barrier blocking me.
A small smirk crosses his lips as he grabs my hips and lifts me up until his tip presses against me. “Take what you want, princess. It’s all yours.”
I do just that.
I sink all the way down until he’s fully seated inside of me.
My nails dig into his shoulders for balance as I rotate between bouncing up and down and grinding my clit against him. The sensation is mouthwatering and overwhelming. I fully embrace it.
“You know better.” His chest rumbles and my eyes fly back open.
I fall right back into his commanding gaze. The softness reflected at me is so different than the tone he just used. It nearly pushes me offthe edge.
His hands travel all over my body. They trace my sides and continue their way up until one lies gently on my heart. The other tangles into the back of my hair and he guides my face down.
I lay a kiss to his heart. Then I bite.
My chest heats from the warmth in his hand. It sparks a flame against my incredibly short fuse, and I detonate.
He follows right along with me and his gift bursting free snatches mine out as well. Between the glow from our marks and our light, we’re shining brighter than the sun outside.
My lips linger on the already healing teeth imprints on his heart and his fingers trail up and down my spine.
