Page 33 of Silent Heart

My heart fainted. I swallowed past any lingering resignation in my veins and opened myself to him. This was the kind of memory I would remember when I was old and senile. My ninety-year-old self would thank me for what I was about to do, because no matter what happened when we were done, I would always have this raw, primal coming together.

The lights were bright, and I was on full display. This couldn’t be any more different than my previous experiences. Only wild, sexy people with god-like bodies had sex in the open, on full display—with the lights freaking on! But this was me. I was the girl reveling in her moment, letting the pagan god of lore push me on his table to enjoy.

“This horseshoe tattoo is sexy as hell, little sprite,” Kole murmured, hot breath fanning over the art decorating most of my right thigh. “Whoever did your ink was good.”

“Thanks,” I croaked.

Kole moved and nuzzled the inside of my thigh. His short stubble pricked the sensitive skin. I gasped. With him, the scratchiness wasn’t unpleasant. It was impossible to hold still as he brushed against me, moving closer to where I wanted him. When he reached my center, he pounced. He ran his tongue over my pussy in one long, thorough stroke, stopping to flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My head dropped back, bliss exploding across my vision.

“Kole,” I moaned, my body writhing against him.

But he wasn’t having that. He grabbed me around the waist, held me down, andfeasted. I was putty in his hands as he devoured me. Being his prey was both dizzying and freeing. Probably soul-shattering.

The kiss on my mouth should have been a warning—a promise of what he could do. But nothing prepared me for the way he fucked my pussy with his tongue.

Lust coiled through me, the string growing tighter with each flick of that wicked implement against me.

Right before the final, inevitable snap, Kole lifted his head.

My wordless cry of protest screamed through the kitchen.

A dark rasp, part chuckle, part purr was the only response. I lay there panting, watching the creature who held complete control, and knew I was powerless to force him to continue.

I had never begged, but for the relief he could give me, I just might. As he continued to watch me with that fevered intensity, something inside cracked.

“Kole, please,” I panted.

His head cocked to the side. The way he stared was as though I was the most fascinating discovery. “Please…what?”

“Finish me,” I pleaded. “I’m so close. Please! Please, just—”

Kole pushed a finger into my entrance.

I jackknifed off the island. His strong touch was quick to push me back down.

His question was a demand. “Is this where you need me, sprite?”

My skull cracked against the island as I nodded. “Yes,yes!”

The storm clouds in Kole’s eyes darkened to a thunderous shade of blue. It had my breath coming in short, fast bursts. He worked in and out of me, fingers making me once again dance close to the brink where I would fall in a rush of pleasure.

His voice came out in a rough bass. Strained.Tormented.“Tell me to stop, Harley. Tell me to end this madness or else, so help me, I’m going all the way.”

“Don’t stop,” I urged in an equally strangled voice. “Do whatever you want to me. I just don’t know how much more I can take.”

My whole body spasmed. Pleasure pulsed through me. I was so close—soclose!

Kole barked that harsh sound he passed off for a laugh. “You can take more, little one.”

That promise sent a zing of fire through my veins. “Okay,” I panted.

There was a soft rip, and then Kole pulled his fingers from me. I whimpered at their loss. Lifting me under the waist, he angled me to his cock. This was it. This was what I needed! I tried to move to see, but he held me down with a firm touch.

“Say please, baby.”

The moment I did, he drove into me with a hard thrust.

A gasp left my lips, and my hands splayed over the smooth countertop.

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