Page 38 of Unmasked Prophecy

“You sure you want this?”

I nod, breathless. “Oh yes.”

A low growl escapes his lips.

“Doyouwant this?” I whisper.

“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs, his hands trailing over my body like he can’t quite believe I’m real. He rolls, pulling me until I’m on top of him, straddling him, and the friction sends sparks through every nerve, every cell. His hands are on my hips, and he gently begins rocking me. I can feel the hard length of him beneath me, and I shiver with need.

I grind against him, a gasp escaping my lips as his grip tightens, as his body tenses beneath me. There is nothing between us now, and I slide myself along his cock, feeling thehard length pushing against me. His hands are on my back, my hips, pulling me against him, and I cry out, the sound raw and desperate and echoing in the small room.

“God, Nia,” he groans, his voice rough, like gravel, like sin. “You’re gonna fuckin’ be the death of me.”

“It feels so good,” I moan, rubbing myself against his cock, creating enough friction against my clit to bring me closer to the edge.

Just before I can find my release, he rolls us against, hovering back over me, wedged perfectly between my legs. He is pressing against me, a warning of what is to come. I’m more than ready for it.

“Please,” I beg.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his lips at my ear. “Nia, I—”

I don’t let him finish. I arch against him, pulling him closer, pulling him in. He slides into me, stretching me for him, his cock sending little bursts of pain through me. It’s the delicious kind, though, and I groan as I feel myself adjusting around him. Talon is big, and I can feel every rigid inch of him inside me.

And then there is nothing but us.

He moves, dragging himself in and out, and I’m with him, moving, meeting him, losing myself as I arch, taking each thrust. I feel him everywhere, consuming me, filling me, and the desperation, the need, it builds and builds until I’m breaking, until I’m screaming with pleasure, my nails running down his back.

I have another orgasm, only this one is so much more powerful. I feel it in every cell of my body. Talon is close behind and the feral rasp that leaves his lips has me shivering. It is so intense, so filled with pleasure, and it’s all forme. Each pulse of his cock inside me is proof of that.

And then we’re still, tangled together, the only sound our ragged breathing, the crackle of the fire. My chest is rising andfalling and I’m coated with sweat, but my God, the things I am going to do to feel that again and again, before my time runs out with Talon. Because I fear it will run out. I fear that the universe is going to try and pull us apart.

Or maybe it will be him that does it.

So for now, I’m going to enjoy every single second.

Talon looks down at me, his expression intense.

“How long until we can go again?” I ask, then offer him a cheeky smile.

He chuckles. “Fuck. I knew it. Death of me.”

My laughter fills the small room.

And for the first time in my life, I feel something I have never felt before...content.

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