Page 47 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
“Does he feel good?” Seven asks with a barely contained groan lacing his words.
I nod to him, but his hips are like pistons firing now. His brow pulls heavily across his eyes, and he tries desperately to hold on, but I can tell he’s failing with every ragged breath.
My center aches with tangled energy coiling tighter and tighter, but I so badly want to make him feel good.
“He almost feels as good as you made me feel that night in Christian’s bed,” I utter breathlessly, and I see the spark of the memory in wild eyes.
Remember?I send the question down to him, but a reckless groan is his only reply.
I don’t know how... but I feed that memory to him like he’s always done to me. I push the thought down our bond, and I can physically feel how good he made me feel. I can feel every rush of that orgasm chasing through my body.
Remember?I ask, and even the sound of my thoughts trembles with pent-up neediness wrecking my body
“Fuck,” he hisses before slamming his lips to mine.
He thrusts in deeply, holding my hips down against him as he pulses hotly inside, growing and then shrinking and growing all over again like he can’t fully control his size in this moment.
Thorn growls against my neck as he rocks into me, fucking the orgasm from Seven with every slow drag of his cock against his. The vampire trembles hard above me even as Thorn growls and stiffens hard behind me.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman,” Seven whispers on a jagged breath against my lips. Then I gasp as he slips away from me.
I nearly stumble from Thorn’s lap, but Rorrick is there. Seven falls into the closest chair, and there’s an emptiness within me as I’m pulled away from Thorn. Rorrick lifts me, and more glass and plates hit the ground as he shoves back the forgotten dinner to make room for the one meal he’s clearly wanted all fucking night.
“Now who’s greedy?” I ask with a smile, and his amusement shines across his gaze before it falls to something offensive in my lap.
Big hands wrap around the hem of my dress bunched around my stomach.
“No!” I beg. But it’s too late.
With an effortless rip, my sundress is torn away from me.
In nothing but my finest birthday suit, I glare up at the smirking Commander.
“You’re not going to remember that dress in abou’ three minutes, love,” he says.
“Three minutes, wow. A new record?” I taunt, and his eyes widen with an amused challenge.
He steps between my legs, and I brace myself with one hand on the table behind me. His big palms encompass my bare hips. His chest skims my nipples as his temple rests against mine, and for several seconds he just holds me.
“I missed you so fuckin’ much, Crymson.” His words wash the weight of his sadness all through me.
A different ache forms at the center of my chest. and I push my palm up his jawline and hold him to me like I’ll never let him go.
“I missed you,” I whisper between us.
“I’ll make you feel good for the rest of our fuckin’ lives if you let me,” he says, but it sounds like a plea.
“Forever?” I ask with a small smile, and a brilliant smile of his own brightens his scarred face.
“For fuckin’ ever,” he promises.
His lips press to my forehead, and ever so quietly, he whispers, “I’m gonna love you for the rest of forever, Crymson Vaine.”
“I love you,” I promise as his lips brush along mine, pulling too much storming emotion from me with the barest of kisses.
His tongue slips over mine, and strong fingers thread through my hair as he holds me hard. Then he sinks in inch by inch.
My shaking moan is devoured. My body is wrapped around every part of him as he holds me firmly against him, jostling me with a firm hard pounding of his hips. My knees lock against his hard body, and he uses his strength to sink into me deeper and deeper with every long stroke.
