Page 83 of Cursed to Be Mine
Closing my eyes, I focus on the bond, falling asleep to the lure of my girl.
Twenty-Four
HIM
The moon shines overhead as the whispers of the night permeate the heavy humid air. Derek’s house, a tiny one-story, sits before me, behind a shimmer of magic I erected to keep out all sups.
Raising my hands, I work my magic, my runes lighting up softly beneath the dark material of my shirt. I step past the barrier, my hairs rising with electricity. My cock jerks, thickening with every step that leads me to her.
Her room is down the hall, across from his, and I push out with my power, making sure he’s not still awake. I smile. He’s in bed, his heart rate slow.
He’s undoubtedly a light sleeper, and the urge to kill him with a heart attack before going to her calls to me. I don’t want to be interrupted for the next few hours, but I leave him alive as I slip into my shadow and under the door of his house.
Darkness greets me, hiding my movements, not thatanyone is awake to see them. Slipping under my girl’s door, I find her asleep atop the covers, the summer heat too much for even a sheet.
She’s wearing the same clothes, but her bra is on the floor, and my cock hardens to the point of pain. I shift into my human form, cloak the room in a spell of silence, and then pick up the simple white bra. I bring it to my lips as my eyes crawl up her legs, wishing her pants were off her. When she’s in my room, she’ll sleep nude so I can see every beautiful part of her.
Dropping her bra, I step towards her. The bed is a mere single, leaving little room for me, but there’s enough for me to bury my head between her legs. I lick my lips as I let my magic flow around her, keeping her under so she does not wake up and panic. Now that her ex-boyfriend is dealt with, the urge to claim her isn’t as violent. It’s content for me to take my time.
And fuck, I’m going to take my time.
Fucking hours of it.
Stripping off my shirt, I drop it into my shadow, not wanting to leave it on the floor in case I need to leave quickly. If Derek learns a witch is obsessed with her, he’ll torture her to get to me.
The urge to kill him flairs again, but I smother it. My girl has seen too much death already. She needs time to heal from it so she doesn’t fracture beneath the weight.
Dropping my hands to my waist, I undo the button on my jeans and pull down the zipper. She moves in her sleep, rubbing her thighs together as if she can sense me beside her. A small moan parts her lips, and I drop my pants, a hiss escaping at the feel of freedom, at the close proximity of her pussy, one less barrier between us. I step out of them, and the shadow takes them away. Standing in just my boxers, not having bothered to put on socks orshoes before coming over here, I trail my eyes over her face. The bruise on her cheek isn’t as prominent in the dark nor are those around her neck. But I know they’re there, and my blood boils with the need to heal them. To clean her of the touch of those assholes.
But Derek is too paranoid, and he does not need hard evidence to torture someone. The mere potential of being able to draw out a sup will make him hard.
So I force my gaze away from the bruises and focus instead on the soft V of her thighs. I’m going to mark her tonight with my teeth, breaking the skin enough to trade blood right where her legs curve into her ass.
My boxers come off swiftly.
My cock jerks at the image of her spread out before me, her mouth pushed into her fist as she rides my tongue on a scream. Harsh breaths leave my lips as I lift a leg and put my knee on the mattress. It sinks beneath my weight. She rolls towards me, and our bodies touch in an innocent brush that has me throwing my head back on a groan.
My palm fills with her breast as I lean down and kiss her neck. She arches her head, baring her throat, and I finish climbing onto the bed, my weight pressing onto her. My cock leaks precum onto her belly. Her hands flutter at her sides as I kneed her flesh beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. I brush the material across her nipple. My lips trail soft kisses up to her ear.
She moans, then whimpers, my name fluttering free. “Khalid.”
Desire punching me hard, I wrap my teeth around her earlobe and lick across the bottom of it. She moans again, her hands lifting as she rubs her thighs together.
“Khalid…”
My tongue traces down her neck as my fingers find her nipple. Awareness lingers on the edge of her dreams, and Ipush out with my magic, keeping her asleep.
“Kira,” I murmur against her neck as I nuzzle aside the collar of her shirt. “I’m going to fuck your breasts while your mouth swallows the tip of my cock.”
Her clothes are gone in an instant, stripped by magic and tossed messily on the floor – a simple case of getting too hot in the night.
My palms cup her breasts as I shift my hips, pushing my cock in between her thick thighs. Her pussy lips rub the top length of me, and I groan as I rock up and down them.
She moans as she moves against me, and I cover her mouth with mine. She parts for me instantly, her tongue sleepily seeking the pleasure I can give her. I pinch her nipples as I kiss her. My cock slides between her pussy lips. A primal growl rises from my throat as our tongues dance under the cover of darkness.
“I need to fuck you,kira,” I rasp against her lips even though I know I can’t tonight. I still want her awake for our first time. I want to watch her emotions in her eyes and listen to her screams as she begs me to fill her with my cum.
“I need to taste you.” I kiss my way down her neck to one large breast. I lick the bottom of it, swirling my tongue around her ample flesh as my other hand plucks at the tight bud of her other nipple.
