Page 99 of Cursed Lifeline

Treats and tricks,I remind myself, as I stare at Celeste across the carriage a few days after our meeting in Felix’s study and think about fucking her to get whatever the hell she’s doing to my cursed soul out of my damn system.

The travel to Ember’s now not-so-secret dwelling place is bound to take a little while longer. Long enough for me to have her skirt pulled up to her chin and her ankles resting on my shoulders as I make her scream out in sweet, agonizing pain, punishing us both for the inescapable way we’re so drawn to one another.

Having to take a carriage to Salem Village when we’re now in the twentieth century wasn’t ideal, but it was necessary, seeing as no car could make the journey through the rural farmland. It could work to my advantage as the ricochet of the wheels against the rough terrain promises to add the perfect amount of bounce as I thrust inside her like I desperately crave.

As if sensing my thoughts, the slayer’s head turns. Our eyes lock in a determined, feverish standoff. She cocks a challenging brow my way, which only makes me fantasize about shoving my cock down her throat until the only face she can make is a startled, tearful expression as she’s forced to take me between her hot lips until I unload down the back of her insubordinate mouth.

“The onlyfuckingI do with the immortals involves running a stake through their heart,” she sighs heavily, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing back out the window of the carriage.

Confused by her outburst, I’m momentarily rendered speechless. The horses' hooves clopping against cobblestone echo through the night as she peers out at the countryside and couldn’t care less for my response.

“Fucking?” I taunt with a mischievous grin. “What tells you I’d even considerfuckinga slayer?”

Her eyes flicker back my way and then drop south of my waist. My cock throbs as it painfully hardens for a woman I have no business fantasizing about. Adjusting myself, not to hide her effect on me, but so she can take in the full girth of my goods, I grin, “A petite little thing like you couldn’t takefuckinganyways.”

She gives me a condescending, challenging look but doesn’t speak.

“I’ll take a wild guess,” I tease, “Vanilla?”

Her brows pinch, her lips purse, and she waits for me to explain.

“Am I right?”

“Vanilla?” she questions with a sarcastic chuckle.

Silence builds between us as the carriage runs over a rough patch in the road. Her petite frame forcibly bobs back and forth in her seat. Uncrossing her arms, she braces her hands on either side of her tiny figure and tries to maintain her position on the bench across from me. But all I can think about as she bobs back and forth is how beautiful she’d look riding my cock.

Drowning in the thought of staring into her wild eyes as I thrust up inside her sweet, wet pussy from underneath, I absentmindedly start to fist my length.

It’s been a long time since I was inside a woman.

Three. Fucking. Centuries. To be exact.

Since the last time I failed to keep one safe.

If Celeste makes it out of this alive, maybe I’ll have to give her a consolation prize and fuck her like she craves until we’re both seeing stars and satisfied from having scratched whatever itch this is growing stronger between us.

Celeste’s eyes travel to where I’m pleasuring myself. Her cheeks flush. Her eyes widen. Her breasts heave. Drugged, I breathe in the heavenly scent of her arousal and groan, “Lights off. Missionary. While neither of you make a sound.”

Her eyes flash up to meet mine. Annoyance fills her heated stare.

“Let me guess,” I taunt, as I work my thickening shaft, “afterward, you expect to cuddle?”

The carriage hits a large pothole, and Celeste flies off her seat, landing on her knees between my legs. Looking down into her eyes, I have half a mind to grab the back of her head and force myself on her. That is until the vixen opens her mouth and says, “If I remember correctly, I once told you to bite me.”

Fuck, she did, didn’t she? And it was so fucking hot. Almost as hot as the sight of her kneeling between my legs like a cat ready to pounce on its prey.

“Vanilla?” she scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “Please.”

She takes one last look at my hard length, rises, then sits back on her seat and glances out the window. After a moment, she rolls her eyes. “There’s nothing you could show me I haven’t already seen.”

Always up for a challenge, my phantom hands reach under the hem of her skirt as a warm breeze blows through the carriage. Trailing up the inside of her calf towards her inner thigh, I wait for her legs to part before continuing my ascent. My grin grows when Celeste widens her legs and allows my shadows room to play in places my mouth wishes it could taste.

“Nothing?” I smirk. “Are you sure about that?”

Her cheeks flush as she stares out the window, and I trail a ghostly fingertip across her lace-covered slit.

She stifles a moan, then attempts to close her legs. But it’s too late. She’s already allowed me entrance, and so I caress her velvet lips with a whispered touch that has her hips slightly rising. She bites her lip and attempts to hide a desperate moan that has me groaning in matching misery as we continue to deny the way we feel toward each other.

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