Page 49 of Once Upon a Curse for True Love
He bent his head, brushing his lips along the swell of her chest, grinning when she shivered.“Touching’s extra,” he teased.
“Start me a tab,” she whispered back, breath hitching.
Donatello slid one hand up her spine, threading his fingers into her loose hair.He yanked it back not too gently, tilting her head backward to gain better access.Her thighs tightened around his hips as he kissed a path up to her collarbone, then nipped at her throat, savoring the way she gasped his name like it was a prayer and a curse.He caught her mouth in another searing kiss, one that had nothing patient or careful left in it.She met him with the same fierce urgency.
He pulled back, breathing hard, forehead resting on top of hers.“Swan, you’re a terrible influence.”
She tilted her head, brushing her mouth over his jaw without kissing him.“You seem a fast learner.”
He barked out a laugh before hauling her up, one arm under her thighs, the other bracing her back.
She yelped, clinging to him as he carried her through the house.“You could’ve dropped me onto the couch.I’m not fussy.”
He nudged open the door to his bedroom with the tip of his boot.“I want you in my bed.”He bit down hard on her earlobe to get the message across.
He lowered her onto the mattress, arm muscles tight with the effort not to collapse with her.Donatello braced himself above her for half a second before giving up and sinking down, needing to feel her body.
Through sheer determination and questionable coordination, they undressed each other between frantic kisses, every brush of skin against skin igniting fresh sparks.
He lost his sweater.She lost her skirt.They both wrestled her tights off, dissolving into helpless laughter when he got tangled in the fabric.
He tugged it free.“For the record, next time you wear these, I’m cutting them off.”
“Uuuh, kinky, I like it,” she panted, curling her fingers into his biceps and pulling him to her.
He groaned against her throat.“You’re killing me.”
“Good,” she whispered, arching into him.“At least you’ll die doing what you love.”
He buried his face in her neck to muffle the broken sound that tore out of him—half growl, half strangled moan.
His hands slid over her without hesitation now, greedy for every inch he hadn’t touched yet.He grazed his teeth over her shoulder, smiling into her skin when she arched into him with a gasp.What little fabric was left between them vanished under clumsy, frantic fingers, and when nothing stood between them, she hooked a leg behind his hip and dragged him under, tearing the last of his control to pieces.
They found their rhythm instinctively like they’d been made for this—for each other.
Andromeda kissed him like she needed his lips to breathe, her hands roaming over his back, digging her nails into his skin whenever he did something particularly good—which, judging by the number of scratches, was often.
He kissed her back until they were both drowning.Until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.
They moved together in a rough, greedy tangle, a collision of mouths, hands, and skin that burned and chafed so hexingly good.
Every breath, every gasp, every buckle of her hips, every shudder of his muscles—it all built into something incandescent, something inevitable.
When they finally tumbled over that edge together, it wasn’t a clean fall.It was a glorious, reckless, spiraling dive, like cliff-jumping into an ocean.
Donatello caught her soft cries with his mouth, clutching her to him like he could make this last longer, stretch it into forever.
When the world eventually stopped spinning, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, dragging in slow, heaving breaths like he’d run a marathon uphill.
Andromeda flopped a hand over his chest, her nails lazily tracing patterns over his pounding heart.
For a while, they lay there, limbs tangled, skin buzzing from the aftershocks.
Eventually, she broke the silence.
“So,” she said, voice raspy but smug, “You fed me.You sexed me.What’s next?”
He laughed, still breathless, and turned his head to kiss her temple.“You get anything you want, Swan.”
