Page 90 of Bones

His grunt of displeasure was more animal than man as he tugged me even closer.

“I’m…” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Stop fighting it,” he bit out against me before literally biting my clit. His tongue rapidly flicked across the oversensitive nerves. He released his hold on my upper thigh to slide a finger into my slick sex and crook it.

My eyes rolled, and my back lifted from the mattress like I was possessed.

Like I needed an exorcism.

Again.

It would’ve been distressing had my brain held the capacity to think.

But the only thing I could focus on was the Carolina Reaper pepper that’d infused my veins to burn through my body until I erupted. Not in fire or magma. But in blinding pleasure that eviscerated me just as completely.

I wasn’t sure the euphoria would ever fade. I hoped it wouldn’t. Not until my clit grew painfully oversensitive and my body turned needy.

Empty in a different way than I was used to.

My attempt to move was again stopped by Deke’s bruising hold and rough growl of warning.

“I need…” I started before my burning lungs forced me to breathe.

To pause.

A break.

One minute to stop my sex from twitching and clenching because every touch and brush and graze is overwhelming to the point of near pain.

“More,” I finished instead.

That was apparently the right thing to say because Deke eased back, kissing down my thigh as he slid his finger free. Standing, I finally got a view of him.

Allof him.

His tight black boxers were partially in place, trying—and failing—to restrain his hard-on. The waistband cut across where it was stretched up his stomach, leaving the rest exposed. And there was alotof rest.

It was longer and thicker than I’d expected.

Feared.

Hoped.

Nope. Definitely not human.

I prayed his magicks wasn’t depleted from transporting us because I got the feeling we would need it to get that thing to fit.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Deke rumbled as he rubbed a palm over his beard, which was shiny with my arousal.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re even half as addicted to me as I am to you.”

I was about to tell him that I was. That with my limited experience to compare to, I already knew how wrong I’d been when I’d said I didn’t like sex.

Thateverythingwas different with him.

But thief that he was, he stole my ability to think again. Because with his eyes locked onto me, he ran his tongue up his hand. The same one that’d just wiped my arousal from around his mouth.

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