Page 83 of The Light Falls
Setting a vicious pace, he pounds into me hard, as if he knows exactly what I need in this moment. To be claimed by him. All the years I’ve ached for him, wondering if I was fooling myself, I need him to show me he wants this too. To mark me as his in a way that can’t be reversed.
He swells inside me, and I whimper with pleasure. “Cormal.” My voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears it.
“Say it again,” he orders me.
“Cormal,” I repeat, stronger this time. “Give me the words.”
“You’re mine, Meri. There is no going back,” he replies in a hard voice. “Do you hear me? I’m never fucking leaving, and neither are you.”
His words trigger my release, and it comes roaring from the center of my body outward like a gigantic wave. My breath catches. “No, I’m never leaving.” Another wave follows the first, and I clamp down hard on him.
He comes silently, but shadows rise up around us as if his magic is responding to his release. Dropping his head on my back, he takes several deep breaths while softly stroking a hand down my hips and over my legs. Lips place tiny kisses on my back before he raises up.
Straightening, I turn to face him. “That was one hell of an appetizer. The main course might knock me out.”
He picks up the glass of bourbon and takes my hand, pulling me inside. “You’re the main course.” The table by the couch is laden with snacks like cheese and crackers, mini burgers, and other snacks.
Somebody has thought of everything.I pick up a cracker and piece of cheese and pop it into my mouth. Eyeing the naked man in front of me, I trace a finger down his chest and encircle him with my hand.
“A feast for the senses. Thank you.”
He inhales sharply. “Eat. Then, we’ll play.”
I laugh. “Why not do both at the same time?” Taking a strawberry from the plate, I lean over him when I take a bite, deliberately letting the juices fall across his cock. “Eat.” My tongue licks every red drop from him, then traces around the rim of his tip. “Play.” I take him all the way in my mouth and suck a little, then release him. Taking another bite, I wink. “Eat.”
This time, I don’t stop with a few licks. Teasing and tantalizing him, I drive him to the brink until he curses. I ease up, then start again. This is one of my favorite things to do, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I swirl and taste with my tongue while my hand squeezes and slides up and down until he’s practically begging me to finish him.
“Where’s the fun in that for me?” I ask, moving to straddle him. Unable to resist his lips, I capture them with mine, while my body slowly rides his.
Hands grip my hips, and he tries to force me into a faster pace, but I zap him with a tiny spark of magic. He shudders and thrusts up hard.Interesting.I do it again. Jerking me tight against him, the muscles in his neck strain as he arches back. One more time. I raise a finger.
He grabs it. “I’ll lose control.” Black seeps into his eyes.
I slowly nod, and he relaxes a fraction of an inch. Feeling him grow bigger inside me, I keep up a steady pace, building the fire between us. My breath shortens. I caress his abs, then slide my hand down to his firm ass. Zap.
The smile he gives me is all teeth, and I shiver in anticipation. His eyes turn completely black, and his body grows bigger, every single inch. He takes full control, never letting up, not when I come once or again. Every time I think my body can’t take any more, he manages to coax another release out of me.
“Again,” he demands, his voice barely discernible.
I start aching, and the orgasm builds again. My body explodes, and I cry out this time. “How does it keep getting stronger?”
He bites my lip gently. “One more time.”
I shake my head back and forth. “I can’t.”
“You will,” he orders me. His body slides in and out, steadily building the friction again. “One more time. Together this time.”
Tingles spread down my stomach, pooling in my center. My cheeks burn with heat. My nipples harden, and every time they brush the hair on his chest, a shaft of desire goes straight to my core.
“That’s it,” he urges me, dark eyes glittering with his own desperate need. His thumb slides down between us and works its magic. My body clamps down on his in response, and he immediately begins to thrust hard, taking us to the edge.
My nails dig into his arms, trying to hold on, but it only makes him wilder. Losing myself, I let go, falling into the heat and darkness swamping my body. I hear a muffled roar as he follows me.
Minutes or hours later, I can’t tell, he picks me off the floor and carries me to bed. Snuggling into his side, I sigh.
“I kind of like this brùid of yours.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
