Page 47 of Cursed Evermore
He continued working at my clothes, his touch growing bolder as his hands traveled downward. His fingers traced along my curves before gathering the fabric of my skirt, bunching it higher up my thighs. Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, his hand slipped beneath the delicate silk of my undergarments, his fingers finding the sensitive flesh between my legs.
Lightning blazed through my core, white-hot and consuming. I moaned as he felt past my folds and pressed a thick finger to the hard nub of my clit, then he massaged it, his finger teasing before sliding deeper into my entrance.
Graceful Gods, I was on fire.
Wolfe pumped into me slowly at first, then faster.
What would his cock feel like inside me? My mouth watered at the thought like a hungry dog.
He kissed me harder, while his fingers worked me. My breath hitched as waves of sensation crashed over me, leaving me trembling and desperate for more. Every nerve came alive under his touch, my body singing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
Then… something wicked tore through me.
Calling it an orgasm didn’t feel like it was enough. This felt beyond that and better than anything I’d ever experienced.
I moaned against his lips, writhing between his hard body and the wall. He held me there until the waves of pleasure had me in its grip and I was little more than a mindless puppet.
I came on his hand, hidden in shadows and starlight, where nothing else existed but this.Him.
Gods, I didn’t even feel ashamed or guilty. I felt alive. So damn alive my skin was tingling.
I couldn’t imagine how much better I’d feel after he took me. I didn’t care about anything or anyone else.
Let them search for me downstairs. Let Thayden wonder where his obedient bride-to-be had gone. Right now, in this stolen slice of time, I wasn't the Elariya Grayson who was being traded like a commodity. I belonged to myself.
Wolfe pulled his fingers out of me and inched out of the kiss. He held up his fingers to the small sliver of moonlight washing over us and I saw my juices coating his skin.
With his gaze still trained on me he placed his fingers in his mouth and licked them off, shocking the hells out of me.
My eyes widened as his closed for a heartbeat, the look on his handsome face twisted into that of someone tasting something truly exquisite.
“You taste like the heavens, Ziyka.”
My lips parted with a pant that was swallowed by another deep kiss. I was just getting lost in him again when he suddenly pulled away, leaving me breathless and trembling.
He pressed his forehead to mine and inhaled deeply. “Gods… what a fucking shame,” he whispered, his voice laced with desire yet somehow cold and uncaring.
“What do you mean?” I stuttered. “What’s a shame?”
His thumb traced my lower lip, his touch tender as he studied me with those ancient eyes. “I could have had fun with you, Ziyka.”
“Why... can't you?” The words trembled out breathless and unsteady. My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between the ache of wanting him and something else I couldn't name. Heat still pulsed through my veins from his touch, but now it warred with a cold knot forming in my stomach. My fingers trembled where they gripped his shirt, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.
“Because… I’ve come to collect you.” He ran a finger down the side of my face. “My littlethief.”
The world stopped dead in its tracks.
Little thief.
The wraith's words echoed in my mind, and suddenly, the night air wasn't just cold, it was arctic and suffocating.
“No,” I rasped.
“Yes, Ziyka.”
I glared up at him as everything inside me seized, and then I realized I actually couldn’t move. Not because I was in shock, but because my body was paralyzed.
Gods, he’d put a spell on me. Now that the sexual fog of desire had cleared, I could feel it sinking into my blood like poison.
