Page 61 of Feverburn

Her jaw slacked at the sensation, so I nibbled and licked her bottom lip until I was seated inside her.“Carson, baby, it’s so…”

I kissed her neck.“Are you okay?”I didn’t want to hurt her. She was relaxed and ready for me. I made sure of that.

She tilted her pelvis slightly. “Yeah, it’s just a lot. I needed a second.”She held my face with both hands, rubbing my scruff affectionately.“Keep going.”I slowly pulled back and delved into her again, feeling her clench my dick. She nodded with a whimper, digging one of her little heels into my ass and ushering me to continue.

We moved together as I slowly undid her with shallow thrusts, grinding her clit with each one. She’d meet me with every push, bucking with me in a steady give and take. She came again, squeezing me sotightI thought I’d blow right then and there.

Riding a high, she maneuvered herself on top of me, wetting our skin with her dripping pussy, her hair streaming down all around us. “Damn girl,”I said, reverently running my hand up between her breasts, feeling herheartwildlybeat.

She smiled and gripped the headboard, lifting her body, almost letting my lengthescapeher vise only to clench it and shimmy back down to acclimate further. She did it several times over, and when she wiggled down, she’d bite her bottom lip with a greedy little moan.

Lift, clench, shimmy.

Sweet fucking Freya.

It was mind-melting. Everything blurred as I watched my cock disappear into herperfectpussy, how the fit was so snug and soaked. My mouth hung with silent groans as her scorching heat pulled at me, her boobs jiggling with each motion.

“I knew you could ride it like this.” I gripped her hips, moving them to change the rhythm I matched with my thrusts. “Just like this.”

Her breath hitched with the change. “Oh god, yes! Give it to me!” she cried, moving her hands down to steady herself on my chest. I had little restraint left. Luckily, neither did she. She closed her eyes. “It’s so—”

“I know.”That made her grind harder. I caressed all over her chest as I repeated it, almost in a way to empathize.“I know, baby. It feels so good.”

She stilled, barely rocking on me while she sucked in a ragged breath before her release. Her quivering core pushed me past my limit, and my eyes rimmed with heat as I felt my cum spurt out of me over and over again, my vision spotty, my groans echoing from the cabin’s pitched ceilings.

She collapsed on me with a breathy sigh, her pussy still pulsing against my sensitive shaft. “Jesus Christ,”she whispered into my pec where she lay.

“Don’t give him credit,”I echoed our inside joke, feeling her smile against my chest.

Once I could move, I kissed her head while pulling out. I took care of the condom and returned with a warm washcloth to clean her up. She met me with a hazy look, half pleading, half grateful. “I can’t move yet,” she breathed.

“Then don’t,” I whispered, tending to her. Some part of me liked that even with a condom, she was a fucking mess. I did that to her.

I slumped back in bed, wrapping her in my arms as I pulled her to my chest. She tipped her head up for akissI happily delivered, then folded the edge of the fur blanket to cover us more. “I don’t want to leave this bed.”

“Then don’t,” I repeated asI played with her hair as she settled in. From there, she dragged the tips of her nails across my torso underneath the furs. My dick twitched in response. Distracting myself, I rifled through what was on my mind other than justsleepingwith her. I lifted the covers to look down at ournakedbodies. Herpaleskin looked creamy next to my tan, hairy body. Grabbing her left thigh, I hiked it up over my leg.“This tattoo is my favorite so far.”I ran a row of fingers down the long sword with roses at its hilt. It stretched most of the length of her outer thigh.

“Every girl needs a sword. Speaking of,”she eyed my dick,“you didn’t warn me abouthim.”

I fought a chuckle at how she referred to my penis. “What abouthim?”

“He’s a lot to take in. Literally.”She let out a chuckle. I couldn’t help but notice how she delayed putting the covers down.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. Just, wow.”

I squeezed her.“Good. I never want to hurt you.”A silence filled the space around us, my words taking on adoublemeaning. I was worried that with the curse and reputation, there was too much of me to accept. I didn’t want to scare her away by being too much or a possible wrecking ball to her life. But now that we had been physical, I felt more caught up in her and worried being with me this intimately shoved her even closer to harm’s way.

“I want to shower, but I’m too tired to walk,”she groaned. She was barely coherent. I felt a sting of pride as I picked her up from the bed. While she did her thing, I turned on the water, ensuring it was hot because I’d never met a woman who didn’t shower in molten lava.

Once under the water, she stretched with a yawn. It was wonderful to see her so relaxed. With every skim of the suds, I asked her what tattoo was under my palm. She mainly had neo-traditional tattoos depicted like illustrations from faerie tales,ancientgrimoires, or old botany textbooks. She was an ink witch.

It was fascinating to hear her explain that part of her craft was learning about nature around her and then tattooing it on her body to show its significance along her spiritual journey. Each herb had medicinal and magical properties, so she had foxglove and mugwort herbs on her arm. Foxglove brought her protection, and mugwort helped her trust her intuition.

She also had a deer, crow, and blue jay tattoo, explaining each animal came to her in dreams and real life with messages. On one forearm was her favorite tarot card that read Temperance. It was a lady pouring water between two chalices. On the other arm, she had realistic faeries, teacups, lyrics, skeleton keys, and an intricate tree of life inside her right bicep. I confirmed the lily and a rose interwoven on her foot was a nod to her mom. It made us both smile.

She was impressed I had decent shampoo and face wash she could use. Even without makeup, she looked dewy and still so freaking pretty it made my chesttight. I held her face and told her that before kissing all over it like a madman. It made her giggle andkissme the same way.

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