Page 49 of Sweet Nightmares
She sighed into him and bit his bottom lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. With a violent rock from the boat, he lifted her by her waist and slammed her back into the bottom of the boat, pinning her there.
She panted, a wordless plea escaping her lips.
Slowly, tauntingly, he slid her skirts up her legs, his palms spreading heat and desperation as he worked his way up. Goosebumps painting her legs. She moaned, and he let out a dark chuckle.
“Is this what you want?” Lust dripped from his dark voice.
She nodded, and his hand reached her pussy, sliding a finger through her folds. Her breath hitched, and she clawed at the wood beneath her.
“Like this?” he asked again, circling her clit.
She whimpered and nodded again.
“Your words, little doe.”
“Yes,” it came out as all breath. “Please, that.”
He chuckled again and dipped one finger inside her, curling it. But then something terrible happened. Her inner walls tensed, and a sharp pain rippled through her. She pinched her eyes shut against the pain. He removed his fingers, and she whimpered. It hurt, but she didn’t want it to stop. Flashing her eyes open, she begged him to continue.
“I am not going to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Liar.”
Her finger dug deeper into the wood, this time out of anger and desperation. “Please.”
Nightmare didn’t return his fingers to the entrance, but he did something almost better. He dipped his head down and blew against her clitoris.
She shivered and moaned. “Yes, please.” This time, she didn’t tense or revolt against him as his head dipped to her core, and he ran a long, luxurious lick to her folds. “Oh god, Wryte, just like—”
Her words were stolen from her as she easily fell apart, shaking beneath him and letting out a scream. But he didn’t let up. He continued to breathe against her, lick her, and pleasure her until she didn’t even know where they were anymore. She melted into his ministrations, lost track of time, and fell completely into pleasure.
He only stopped when the light returned and their boat left the cave. He lowered her skirts, a satisfied smile climbing his face. Smiles were so rare with him that she basked in it. She knew she needed to sit up and gather herself, or the patrons would soon see exactly what they had been doing in the dark.
Nightmare lifted her up and placed her back on the seat, kneeling in front of her. He placed a gentle kiss on her lip.
“Thank you.” Her voice was low, but she knew he could hear it.
He nodded. “You may want to know a mirror bargain is snaking through the air.” Nightmare sniffed. “It seems like an enchantment from the Mirror of Luck.”
Jane’s heart skipped. “What?” She wasn’t sure what he said because she was still lost in his tongue on her clit. “Can you say that again?”
“A mirror bargain is taking advantage of the club.”
Jane blinked and remembered she was at work, where she was supposed to be the Pit Boss. She absolutely couldn’t have the casino being had while she was in charge. “Is there any way to stop it?”
He clutched her chin tightly. “Bargain.”
She placed a hand on his chest. No heartbeat. He never had one. “What could I possibly bargain with? You already own the most important parts of me.”
“You could give me your firstborn child.” A wicked sneer played on his cheeks.
She dug her fingers into his suit. “Wouldn’t you already have my firstborn child? You’re my husband and the only person I am remotely close to having sex with.”
His smile widened. “Precisely.”
“Fine.” Jane swallowed. “Nightmare, I will trade my firstborn child to your keeping if you break the spell on the club and add protection to all of the Fantômes businesses from spells and mirror bargains.”
