Page 44 of Cursed Lifeline

She screams out as I thrust a third finger inside her and suck down on her clit.

“You’re not ready for that,” I insist as she continues to buck her hips, take my fingers deeper, and groan in satisfaction when they hit a spot that quickly brings her climax closer.

“I can take more than you think,” she taunts as my tongue licks a languid path toward her clit, and I suck her back between my lips.

“Please,” she begs, grinding her pelvis against my face.

Gripping her hips, I force them back against the bed and slowly enter my tongue inside her pussy. She lets out a light scream as I take my time savoring her sweet nectar before licking a path up her slit.

“First, show me what a good girl you can be, and finish what might be my last meal with a treat I’ve craved from you for far too long.”

“Now?” she pants.

Releasing a low growl against her throbbing flesh, the vibration sends a jolt of pleasure rushing through her clit.

“Now,” I demand.

Sucking down hard, Esme crashes over the edge as her fingers sink into my scalp, and she holds me hostage between her thighs. Toes curling, back arching, she’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever witnessed, ever tasted, as she grinds against my mouth and my fingers andmeets each desperate thrust with a hungry need to ride out every last pleasurable second of her orgasm.

After a minute, when she’s finally sated, she breathlessly looks down into my eyes and smiles. Grinning, I place a gentle kiss against the inside of her thigh and rise up her shaking form, flanking her body with my own.

“It’s time to go,” I insist, cradling her face and placing a tender kiss on her cheek.

But before I can pull her from the bed, her blood-soaked fingers rise and grip mine. My eyes trail to the sight. But unlike before, I no longer hunger for a taste of her while her pleasure still coats my tongue.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she insists.

My eyes angrily flashback to hers.

“Yes,” I demand. “You. Are. I will not leave you to your father’s sick games any longer. Besides, there is more at stake than I’ve been able to tell you, yet. You’re coming with me, Esme, and…”

She shakes her head no, holds my stare firmly, and breaks my heart when she says, “If I disappear, my father would know who took me. He’d come after the coven. I won’t risk anything happening to you or your family.”

I start to tell her she’s crazy. She’s gone mad. Just like the girl in the tragedy she’s been reading about, Ophelia until she places a blood-soaked finger against my lips and says, “I trust you, remember. But you have to trust me, too. We’ll find a way that won’t jeopardize the future I desperately want to spend with you. A future that includes your family as well.”

Shaking my head, I say, “What if we fail? What if we can’t find a way? What if…”

Against my better judgment, I concede when she cuts me off and says, “You’re my lifeline, Felix. Nothing can take me away from you.”

Lifeline?

A soft chuckle escapes my lips at the use of the word, so fitting, so true, so hauntingly promising it breaks my heart because she’s yet to know the truth.

A second later, the curse I’ve yet to tell her about snakes its way between us and robs what little joy I was feeling as she says, “And if we lose, I’m trusting our love is strong enough to find a way to bring me back from the afterlife.”

Sixteen

Esme

Song: The enemy within | Sarah Loft

A few weeksafter our late-night rendezvous in my bedroom, Felix’s lips brush against mine as my back arches into the rough bark of an oak tree deep within the forest behind my father’s estate. The unforgiving crust of the wood pierces into my spine, causing me to bend to Felix’s demands and close the distance between us. He captures my mouth with urgency, with a desperate need that has my toes curling and my mind debating just how far we can push our craving for each other out in the open where anyone might happen upon us and anyone from a nearby distance might see.

Felix’s hands roam the curve of my waist before slowly lowering to my hips. Gripping me tightly, he balls the fabric of my dress in his large palm and anxiously starts to raise it up my thighs. My breathing quickens as his mouth falls to the crook of my neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” he reverently asks.

I shake my head no, even though my heart is beating erratically, and my mind whispers I may be lying. He savors the taste of my skin as his lips pebble kisses down my neck. I purr as my center dampens. He breathes in deeply and elicits a carnal growl as my desire to push things further grows.

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