Page 245 of Cursed Evermore
His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “There’s no turning back now. When I fuck you, you’ll belong to me forever. Notjust tonight. Not just until your curse resets.Forever.” His eyes burned into mine, a sly grin cutting across his face. “Do you understand me?”
Forever.Gods, the word seared through me like a brand, burning his claim on me. And there was nothing I wanted more. Yet the wicked smile on his mouth told me he didn’t need my permission. He’d take me anyway. Still, I breathed the word, fragile and trembling. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, revealing his bare tattooed chest. Then he waved a hand over my body and my dress, corset, and underwear faded into the air like mist, leaving me completely naked, my body at his mercy.
He cupped my breasts and nuzzled his face between them. My nipples puckered at his touch, then tightened painfully as he took them into his mouth to suck one at a time.
I quivered beneath him, shudders rolling over my body from the pleasure. Waves of sensation that started where his mouth touched and radiated outward made my toes curl and my breath come in ragged gasps. Every nerve ending felt alive, hypersensitive to his touch. I couldn't imagine how I lived before without his mouth on my skin.
My hands found his shoulders, gripping desperately as another wave of pleasure undid me and I moaned out loud.
“You like that.” It wasn't a question. It was a command cloaked in insatiable desire. Then he sucked my right nipple harder, hard enough to make me cry out.
“Yessss...”
“You want more.”
“Yesss. Gods, yess,” I whimpered. “Give me more.”
“Then give yourself to me, Ziyka. Lie back and let me worship you.”
And Gods help me, I did. I gave him everything. My heart, mind, body, soul.
He flicked the sensitive tip of my nipple with his tongue, then took more of my breast into his mouth. The sight of him sucking was exquisite torment, and I felt the pull of his intense suckle deep within my core.
My orgasm rose, and I gasped for air, my sharp breath a mixture of half pleasure, half pain. My body arched off the mattress, molding against his chest and his mouth on my breast.
This wasn't just pleasure; it was everything I needed to live on. Food for my desire. Food for my soul.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Wolfe licked his way down my stomach, nibbling on my skin as he went down. Sparks of fire ignited beneath my skin, making me hot everywhere.
“I most definitely enjoy those sounds you make, Ziyka,” he said, his voice thick. “But I need more of you, too.”
With that declaration, he cupped my sex and slid one finger inside me, followed by another.
“Oh Gods,fuck,” I moaned, grabbing the sheet to keep myself from falling off the face of the world.
Wolfe stroked my clit and pumped in and out of my entrance. “Look at you, little mage. Fucking perfect and wet for me.” He smiled down at me, sharp fangs exposed. “You're going to feel so good on my cock.”
A strangled moan tore from my throat as he thrust harder, pounding into me with his fingers. And, gods, he added a third.
“Every moan, every breath, every tremble in your body belongs to me tonight.” His voice dropped, guttural. “Spread your legs for me. Open for me so I can get a good taste of you.”
Starving for his mouth, my legs obeyed before my mind could catch up, parting for him like they'd been waiting for this command since the beginning of time.
Wolfe’s smile widened, then he sank to his knees and replaced his fingers with his tongue.
He stroked over my clit once, just one, long, powerful stroke with his tongue, and I cried out, rubbing myself over his face. In response, Wolfe sucked on the hard nub of my clit, then I was lost. Lost to time, space, and this moment I wanted to hold on to as long as I lived.
“You still taste like the heavens, Ziyka,” he groaned, reminding me of what he'd told me the night he took me from my home.
“I...” My voice fizzled away with my attempt to speak.
His tongue moved with hunger, lashing inside me, licking, stroking, petting.
Gods, my entire body sang with the sweet sensation, bowing to the pleasure he pumped into me and still begging for more.
