Page 52 of Godsbane
Gods, I don’t think I can be any more ready for him than I am right now. What else could he possibly…oh.A single finger slides into me and I moan loudly at the intrusion.
“Here’s the thing …” Cal’s thick finger moves in and out in slow, steady strokes. Giving me only a little and nowhere near enough. “I’ve only just started worshipping you, but something tells me that you’d love being treated like a sinner.”
His finger slides out of me again, leaving me breathless and wanting. I groan at his absence and he tightens his grip on my hair.
“Is that what you want, princess? To be fucked like it’s a punishment?”
Every dirty word from his mouth scorches my skin as he breathes them across me. Magic cascades through my body desperate for its own release.
“Yes,” I breathe out on a moan as two fingers thrust inside of me at once.
Cal’s tongue moves in a long, sensual stroke up my spine, his breath cooling the fire building under my skin.
“Does it turn you on to make powerful men wait while you take your pleasure?” A third finger slips inside me, joining the others to curl in a devilish stroke. “To know he’s clenching his hands while you come all over mine?”
His filthy words fling me to the edge of pleasure. Power bursts through every blood vessel, my veins constricting, my heart stuttering. I spasm around his hand, my lips opening ready to oblige his request as Cal’s free hand clamps over my mouth.
“Not yet, princess.”
When he’s squeezed the last bit of pleasure from me, he moves, one hand gripping my hip as the other wraps gently around my throat. Using his muscular thigh, Cal spreads mine further apart and thrusts into my wet heat. The base of him hitting my ass in a single thrust.
Oh fuck.
The rickety desk creaks with every relentless thrust. Our bodies smack together loudly with no thought other than hot, animalistic gratification.
My entire body alights with power as I near the edge.
The air in the room grows thick as Cal picks up the pace, dark spots dancing at the edge of my vision.
“My name will be the only name you call out when you come,” Cal groans. “Do you understand me?”
I nod breathlessly, my grip on the desk tightening. The wooden legs snap out from under me with a forceful pop.
A cool breeze ghosts over my skin as Cal spins us until I’m pressed against the wall. I don’t care about the noise or about the destruction that litters the floor. No, all I can focus on is the unfettered power that courses through my body.
I glance to my left, focusing my attention on the empty box that lines the outer window sill. I loosen the leash on my magic letting flowers and variegated ivy spring to life in the dead soil. The tension in my veins heightens, pulled taut between opposing forces.
One thought, one name, consumes me.
Just before I snap in two, the sweet release of pleasure washes over me in delicious waves as Cal’s name falls from my lips.
“That’s right, Ivy. Call out for me.”
I cry out his name again, feeling him pulse within me as I do. Delicate kisses make their way up my neck, sweetly soothing away any pain I felt in his grip.
“What are the odds no one heard us?” I joke through shallow breaths.
“I hope everyone in this godsforsaken region heard.” Cal pulls out, spinning me towards him. His hands cup my face, leaning in until his forehead rests against mine, his bold declaration breathed directly into me. “I hope every single god heard you calling out for me. I want them all to know that you are mine.”
Endorphins and magic commingle in a deliciously dangerous cocktail. His lips find mine, kissing me thoroughly. This kiss isn’t frantic or lustful, but it’s claiming just the same. He’s laying claim over our fate with every touch of his lips against mine.
The post-orgasm euphoria coloring my senses tries to subdue the conditioned response that builds on my tongue. Magic tries to smother the itch of agitation that starts to rise within me. But even the potency of our shared power can’t change who I am, thepoisonous creature unable to accept that anything good or easy could come my way.
I step back from Cal, easily breaking his hold with my retreat.
“I do not belong to you.”
My words are angrier than they should be. Fire that isn’t my own flares to life in my veins.
