Page 68 of Reckless Covenant

He steps right to the edge of the bed, and I quickly flip over, no fucking around, my face up close and personal with that beautiful cock, and I don’t drag it out… no… I wrap my hand around his length, and swallow him until he hits the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell, woman!” His legs shake, hands grab onto my hair, and I can’t help but feel a little pride. I lift my eyes to him as I slowly slide my lips back to the tip of him and his gaze widens on me, his lips part, his chest rises and falls with staggered breaths.

I dip back in, sucking him until I’m choking, dragging my tongue as he hits the back of my throat and my spit falls down my chin, grabbing his balls and holding them tight to his body. Every choking sound I make, he matches with a groan, and as his grip on me tightens, he begins to thrust, and his ragged breaths just coax me on.

Fuck… there’s nothing quite like subduing a man like this. Only I’ve never really had a man so ready to fall at my feet… and this Serpent looks as if he might soon.

All of a sudden, he pulls me back, forcing me to get up to my knees as my spit falls onto my breasts.

“I… I can’t… Fuck! I may be The Serpent, but you’re a goddamn devil woman with that tongue of yours!” he rasps, gripping my waist, and in one swift move, he lifts me and throws me on my back, grabbing my legs and pulling me to him until my ass is at the edge of the bed and he sinks to his knees between my legs.

“Vincent… just, just fuck me. Please!” I beg him because all I want right now is to feel the stretch of his cock in me.

“If my dick goes anywhere near you right now, I’m gonna come. And it’s too fucking early for that.” He doesn’t waste another moment, his head disappearing between my legs, his tongue swiping right at my core, dipping inside my pussy, and I fall back on a sharp moan.

“That’s it, my darling Eve.” His tongue assaults me as he rubs my clit, over and over, until he presses his hand on my belly to stop me from squirming.

Then he switches, his fingers fucking me methodically, rubbing that delicious spot inside as he gently presses on my belly and I’m sure I’m going to fucking implode.

He adds another finger, the stretch so fucking delicious, a satisfying fullness that makes me crawl back on the bed, makes me beg and shout, praying to the devil for more.

“Goddamnit, Serpent! Fuck me…”

But he doesn’t listen. He presses his tongue hard on my clit, before sucking it slowly, my hips only held close to the bed by the fingers he hooks inside of me, the rhythm rising higher, the strokes deeper, the thrusts harder.

My whole body shudders, an orgasm that quite literally comes out of nowhere takes control of me and it explodes on such a high, I’m blind… Blind to the image of him crawling on top of me, deaf to the sound that makes my throat raw the moment his cock impales me, speechless to the amalgam of sensations and emotions I feel when I ride that orgasm as he thrusts into me.

It’s painful and ecstatic all at the same time, and all I can do is ride it along… a slave to him. And goddamnit how amazing it is.

“Vincent…” I moan as I plant my feet onto the bed, knees bent, hips pushing into him.

“Fucking hell, Morrigan…” He reaches deeper somehow, stretching my pussy just at the edge of stinging, and when I lift my hands above my head, he takes the cue and traps my wrists, bracing himself on his other hand as he pistons into me with a raw force that brings me right to the fucking edge again.

I have no idea how much time passes, but his rhythm changes, his hips rolling into me, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in with force, and my mind is just… blank. No thoughts, no worries, no… nothing. Only this moment, only his body on top of mine, his skin touching mine, his cock inside of me… only me and him. Only us.

And just like that, with one more thrust, my pussy pulses too hard, gripping him as another orgasm shatters my body, and he drops on his forearms, braced on either side of my head, his eyes boring into mine as I scream his name. A guttural grunt vibrates from his chest and onto my lips, just as his cock begins jerking inside of me.

So much warmth fills me, his cum spreading, and thoughts of those implications, of us fucking raw, snake through my mind. Only there’s no worry there, only acknowledgment. Any other man and I would have had a problem, yet him… somehow my subconscious trusts him.

“This…” he pants. “It’s…”—he can’t stop—“fuck. This was… Shit.” He swipes a hand over his face.

I can’t help it, I laugh, instantly feeling the need to run to the toilet as that warmth slowly comes out of me. Only his cock feels far too good where it is.

“You’re gonna push me out, woman.” He looks down between us. “Shit… I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

“It’s okay. We’re safe, and I’m okay. Clean.”

He shakes his head. “I’m never this stupid, but… Christ, fucking you bare is just…”

“I know.” I really do know.

He dips in, pressing his lips onto mine, and this kiss has a touch of sentiment to it. Different, deeper, even though it’s soft in its delivery. I grab his head in my hands and hold him here, hold him tight, because there’s no way I’m letting him go. Not again.

Noteveragain.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

MORRIGAN

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