Page 89 of Between Life and Death

But when he put two in . . . I praised his name out loud.

I lolled my head back, riding his fingers as they moved in and out, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, the fabric on them suddenly all too scratchy. As if Von sensed my thoughts, suddenly my white tunic was gone, leaving me completely naked and him still fully clothed—marking us on uneven territory, establishing who was in control and who was not.

It felt both filthy and freeing. All at the same time.

Von swirled his fingers so his palm faced upward and with each stroke, he hit that sacred spot inside, all while his free hand worked the swollen bundle on the outside. I jerked my head up, watching the way his muscles moved as he pumped me, his prominent veins and his tattoos, especially the one that matched mine, adding to the erotic nature of it all.

When I realized that he hadn’t taken his rings off, that they were still very much on his fingers as they glided in and out . . . something carnal howled inside of me. Filthy. Filthy male.

He drove me higher and higher. I fixated on his touch, my world cleaving apart as the swelling tidal wave forced me, step by step, closer to my crescendo.

“Come for me, Little Goddess,” he commanded, dark eyes watching me.

Driven by rapture, my breathy moans filled the room as I orgasmed for him. For me. My body shook in the afterquake of it as it rippled through me in heavy, rapturous waves. I panted, my chest heaving for breath. My legs had gone numb.

Slowly, he raised his fingers to his mouth. His eyes held mine as he licked a glistening finger from top to bottom with the tip of his long, thick tongue.

I trembled at the sight of him—my beautiful, dark conqueror tasting his newest conquest—easily won, easily given.

His irises, which had been as black as coal mere seconds ago, began to fill with color—a lush, indescribable color. It reminded me of the forest—of the freshly rained-upon grass in late spring, of the leaves on a tall, sturdy oak tree.

His eyes reminded me of home.

I sprung forward, my hands suddenly free. Cradling his face, I exclaimed softly, “Your eyes.”

He smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

“How?” I asked, my voice but a whisper.

“It is part of our bond,” he answered, pressing a kiss against my palm.

“Will my eyes change, too, if I—” My gaze dropped pointedly to the unattended bulge in his pants.

He chuckled, shaking his head softly. “No, Kitten, it doesn’t work like that.”

“How can you be so sure?” My hand drifted to his pants, pulling him closer. “Perhaps we should test it and see.”

A black brow shot up, a grin slipping to the corners of his mouth. He thumbed my bottom lip. “As much as I would love to feel this sexy little mouth wrapped around me, not right now, Little Goddess.”

“Why not? Are our ten minutes already up?”

“Ten minutes be damned,” he growled as he pressed me back down against the desk. He lowered to his knees, draping my thighs over his broad shoulders, one at a time. “I want to tasteyou again.”

“Von!” I screamed as his head dipped between my thighs. Powerful hands jerked me forward so that my core ran parallel with the edge of the desk.

“Yes, Kitten?” he purred, his hot breath fanning my sensitive folds. His tongue flattened, slowly sweeping along my slit, licking me from bottom to top, claiming my body and damning my soul in the process. He did it again. I had never been licked in such a primitive way before. His tongue dipped inside me, his fingers spreading me, allowing him deeper access as he drove his tongue in and out. His mouth was so wet, so hot, and that tongue was so incredibly powerful—relentless.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my body rolling sensually. I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails biting into the wood.

His chuckle rumbled through me, vibrating into me, and my head rolled back, a moan escaping my lips. His fingers pressed on either side of that sensitive spot, swirling it better than I ever could.

“Von,” I praised, his delightful ministrations working me at all the right angles, guiding me higher. And higher. I was so close now.

Just when I was about to come, he pulled his tongue from me, cutting my pleasure off.

Pain sliced through me as he bit—he bit—that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You bit me,” I hissed in disbelief. It was both erotic and terrifying.

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