Page 21 of Her Forbidden Shifters
“And?” he asked, dragging out the word.
“A transference of energy may work,” I said. “But you won’t like it, and there are just some rules that shouldn’t be broken.”
He stared at me with confusion riddling his features.
I smiled. “Use your imagination.”
He shook his head. “Protocols.”
“Look, I agree. And under other circumstances, I would never come to you for this. But this is a dire circumstance, and no one needs to know.”
He shook his head.
I sighed. “Look, I’m not asking for a relationship. I just need to use your energy to help speed along my recovery. Sex is the best way for that transfer.”
He removed the space between us, drawing closer. His eyes darkened even more. A bulge in his pants drew my attention and I almost gulped.
“No one needs to know,” he asked, keeping his voice low.
I nodded. “Loopholes were made for this reason.”
He nodded and lowered his mouth to mine.
I leaned up, meeting him halfway, and kissed him. He sucked in a deep breath, climbing over me, pressing his weight on my body, filling my sex with need. Warmth bled through my system. The transference had begun.
My fingers gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled the cloth over his head. I tossed it to the floor as he rolled over and unbuttoned his pants, shucking them to the floor.
I was surprised to discover he went commando. Pleasantly surprised. And he was very well endowed, which was especially nice to see.
I took off my undergarments and tossed them to the side. Seconds later, Liam was above me again, slowly kissing me, pressing the tip of his erection at my entrance. Ever so gently, he pushed his way inside me. I widened my legs to allow him to fill me completely.
Liam groaned as his lips devoured my lips and then the sensitive spot just under my ear and along my neck. Pressure built between my legs. I dug my fingers into the skin of his back and delighted in the way his muscles moved beneath the tips.
He knew what he was doing exceptionally well.
His hands claimed mine and were forced above my head. His movements picked up in pace and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
My orgasm hit, and I moaned through my release. He slowed down to help drag out the pleasure. I dug my fingers into his skin and buried my face in the crook of his neck as the waves of pleasure endured, heightening my sensitivity.
And as soon as my orgasm started to fade, I realized the transference was complete. But I didn’t want to stop. Though I wasn’t fully one hundred percent healed, I was horny and in desperate need of more release.
I pushed him to his back, rolling with him so that I ended up straddling him. His hands gripped my breasts, massaging them and flicking my nipples with the flats of his thumbs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I lowered myself to his chest grinding against his hips and finding a rhythm that tantalized my swollen, sensitive clit.
As another orgasm arrived, I kissed him again. His fingers clutched fistfuls of hair and he teasingly dragged his teeth along the inside of my bottom lip.
“You are enjoying yourself for this being just sex,” he said, voice gravelly.
“And you’re not?” I asked between pants.
“Oh, I didn’t say that. I figured if I was going to hell, I might as well make the most of it,” he said.
“Is that so?” I asked with a smile.
He nodded, flipped me over, and lowered himself between my legs. “I want to taste you.”
“You do know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?” I asked.
He smiled up at me before he faceplanted my folds, moving his tongue along my clit as though it was the best meal he had ever had. I gasped and twitched and writhed underneath him. And when the pleasure took control, I twerked my hips against his mouth, adding to my ecstasy.
