Page 103 of This Vicious Dream

I smirk back. And then I drop my hand, cupping his impressive length.

Hmmm. Perhaps some parts of him aretooimpressive.

“Do you believe I would hurt you?” Calysian’s words are a low rumble, and I meet his eyes.

“You’re…large.”

The look he gives me is very smug and very male. “You will take me and beg for more.”

I glower at him and he grins, kissing my snarl away. I know how much he enjoys riling me with his arrogance, and yet I still fall for it every time.

His lips soften, turning coaxing. My head spins as he places me gently on the bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I gasp against his mouth, but he doesn’t let up. Calysian kisses me until I’m shifting beneath him, angling my hips to grind against his length. A flush sweeps over my body, my nipples hardening until they ache. He sweeps his thumb over one, swallowing my moan.

Deep, drugging kisses. His fingers plucking and teasing and stroking. Sensation unfurling through my body, until I’m dazed with it, panting and desperate.

I let out a ragged groan, clutching at him in an effort to pull him even closer. When I grind against him again, heat blazes through me, and he hisses out a breath.

“Madinia.”

A thrill shoots through me at his rough tone, the way his hands tighten on me as he lifts his head, his eyes dark pools.

He inches lower, but I sink my nails into his shoulder. “I want you.”

A wicked smirk. “I know.”

“Now.”

He hesitates, sending a longing look between my thighs. One finger trails down, sliding against the wet heat of me, and he lets out a shuddery breath. He brushes his finger against my clit and I gasp. So he does it again, his avid gaze on my face.

I let out a rough groan, and Calysian moves that finger lower, slowly pushing inside me. Widening my thighs, I arch my hips, needing more. Another finger joins the first, until I’m panting, lifting my butt to chase the pleasure he offers.

His thumb finds my clit, and my breath catches. I’m on the edge when he removes his hand.

“You—”

But he’s pushing my legs wider, settling between them, and I hold my breath as he presses himself against me.

Shaking his head, he pokes a finger into my ribs, and the air whooshes from my lungs.

“Relax,” he murmurs. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glittering with lust and something darker. But he takes his time, slowly entering me. I tense up again—he’s too large for me to take him comfortably—but Calysian slips his hand down to play with my clit once more.

Warmth spreads through my core, and just like that, I’m angling my hips for him. He lets out a breathless laugh and slides deeper, his clever fingers caressing until I’m on the edge again.

His hips roll, and he withdraws, then thrusts deeper. This time, he hits something inside me. Something that makes me break out in a light sweat, my body trembling.

“So fucking perfect.” The words are a low growl, and I open my eyes. I hadn’t realized they’d drifted closed. But Calysian is still watching me, his eyes on my face as he takes in my every reaction.

My smile is fractured by a moan, and Calysian captures the sound with his mouth, driving deeper. Long, deep thrusts, his hips hitting that spot again and again until I’m clawing at his shoulders, panting against his mouth.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Unravel for me, sweetheart.”

My thighs tense. My breath catches. Pleasure explodes through my body, my vision blurring, until all I can see is his face as I shudder and moan. It goes on and on, and Calysian continues moving, drawing out my climax until I’m weak, boneless.

With a growl, he presses his lips to my neck and shudders, finding his own pleasure.

Calysian

This time, when Madinia wakes up, I don’t allow her to squirm free. If she thinks she can push me away after such a night, she will stay trapped in my arms until she thinks again.

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