Page 252 of Cursed Evermore
The pressure coiled sharply at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight.
I growled, jaw clenched knowing I was close to climax. She answered by sucking harder, her hands now moving in sync with me, working in rhythm with her mouth.
I couldn't hold back. With a hoarse groan, I spilled into her, my hips thrusting once, twice as I came hard. Her throat worked around me, swallowing every drop, and Gods, she didn't stop.
She kept sucking.
Kept worshiping me.
I hissed through my teeth, the overstimulation slicing through the pleasure like wildfire as I emptied every last drop into her.
Elariya moaned again, a soft whimper laced with pure need, then reached between her parted thighs and massaged her clit.
Watching her touch herself while sucking me dry nearly brought me to my knees.
I needed to be inside her again.
Need, not want.Need.
“Get up,” I rasped, the command rough as I pulled out of her.
She gasped, her pupils blown wide. “Wolfe?—”
“I said get up.” I curled my fingers under her chin. “I need you.”
I hauled her to her feet and crashed my mouth to hers in a kiss that felt like war. One I’d gladly lose if it meant dying inside her.
The moment I tasted myself on her tongue, something primal in me snapped.
She reached between us, desperate and searching, her fingers brushing my chest. I caught her wrist. “Not like this,” I growled. “Turn around.”
I spun her. She braced her hands against the stone wall, breath shallow. I bent her over until her hair spilled over her face, then dragged my cock along the curve of her ass. “Don’t fucking move.”
She obeyed, perfect and submissive. And Gods, I knew I didn’t deserve her.
But I was going to take her anyway. Again and again, until my name was branded on her heart and soul.
Until not even the curse could come between us.
My cock went rock hard again just thinking about being inside her.
I guided myself to her entrance and plunged in, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasped, shuddering around me as pleasure ripped through us both.
“Blessed…Mother,” she moaned, her walls clenching around my cock.
I smiled and cupped the back of her neck, forcing her closer, pressing deeper.
I lowered my mouth to her ear, my voice low and feral. “No, no, little mage. Not the Blessed Mother.” I thrust harder, driving the words home. “You don’t call for the gods here. When I fuck you and you beg me for more, remember this...” I growled the last line, breath hot against her skin. “I’m the only god you’ll ever need.”
Her body loosened in my arms, and I started to move inside her. I grabbed her hips, and she fell forward, barely clinging to the wall as I started to fuck her.
I pounded into her, every thrust branding my promise into her skin. Then I lost all sense of control, lost everything but the feel of her.
I fucked her like it was the only chance I’d ever have and like it was my godsdamn purpose to own her. I claimed every inch of her one thrust at a time, her desperate moans feeding me. Her body took everything I gave, and I gave her more. Then I lost myself in her
The stone walls faded. The water, the heat, the steam, it all blurred into nothing, leaving only the sounds of her body against mine.
