Page 148 of A Soul to Embrace

Instead, Jabez had a mean bite and needed very little pressure to pierce with them.

One reaction did eventually win out, and he leaned forward to close the space between them. He let his lips and the points of his fangs scrape up the length of her jaw, and her responding shiver delighted him. His hands moved of their own accord,steadying her by gripping both her arse cheeks, and once he felt them, he squeezed.

He stifled a groan at the growing scent of her arousal and resisted the urge to sink his fangs into her neck or shoulder.

“Get your dress, Zylah,” he pleaded, removing his shaking hands from her before he did actually lose it.

She let out a cute little growl before shuffling back and away. “Fine. I will find it.”

Obviously sexually frustrated and annoyed with him, she started throwing their messy bedding around as she searched for her bag.

His eyes crinkled in anguish when she did it on her fucking hands and knees! She dipped her torso, pushing her hips up right in his direction, and he caught a glimpse of her purple slit, pretty folds, and the entrance of her pussy.

His cock pulsatedhard,the wrestle with his desire failed him, and he folded. A pant fell from him, and heknewall his precious blood was draining away from his brain and into his groin. He’d be useless in formulating a proper thought, and hopeless at fighting her if she argued with him.

Jabez dived forward. Grabbing her ankle, he yanked it to make her crumble and tackled her, pinning her down from above.

“Fine, you win,” he rasped against the back of her neck. Then he sunk his fangs into it while sliding his two trimmed fingers into her hot cunt from behind.

She instantly moaned and lifted her hips in welcome, and he shuddered at the wetness that greeted his delving fingers.

Screw it. Another day isn’t going to change anything.Or perhaps a few.

It wasn’t like Nyl’theria or the Elven city were going anywhere, and he really hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet.

Buzzing with satisfaction that she had gotten her way, Zylah threaded her right leg between both of Jabez’s when he rolled away from her after he came. She slipped her arm across his heaving abdomen and plonked the underside of her jaw on top of his chest to trap him down.

She liked how his heat and heartbeat radiated through the underside of her skull, and that his bergamot-and-sandalwood scent was right on the tip of her nose. She snorted a huff of contentment as she soaked in his naked body against hers.

At the sound, he tipped his head forward to look at her before his eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back. A last tremor came from him, and his nose wrinkled like he may have hidden a groan.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he croaked, his dulcet voice groggy and sinfully deep.

“Why?” she asked, squirming to get closer. Zylah still wanted more, but it was he who had been the one to stop.

I thought males were meant to have good stamina.Well, that’s what Fayren had warned her about when it came to Demons, not that Zylah understood why.

“Because there’s something in your arousal that keeps me hard even after I come, and then it makes me even more sensitive the second... third time.” He tilted his head to the side and fetched the pillow to shove it under his head for support. It also dipped his head forward, so he was able to look down at her. “It’s actually really fucking worrisome. That’s how you make someone’s heart give out.”

“You sayfucka lot,” Zylah commented, her purple orbs shifting to dark yellow.

“Is that a problem?” he countered, lifting a brow at her.

She shrugged. “You’ve never explained what it means.”

She knew a little about it from the past day, since it could be used in relation to the act of sex, but she hadn’t understood why he stated it in this context.

“Fuck has many meanings, from being frustrated, to angry, to sex. Same with the words: cunt, shit, damn. They’re curse words, usually used to be derogatory and offensive.” His relaxed features shifted into a malicious grin. “Which is exactly why I like them.”

She accepted his explanation and let silence fall over them. Zylah just gazed at him, liking that his red eyes were upon her and completely lacked any of their usual iciness or indifference. Elation simmered inside to see them shining so softly and warmly in her direction.

She released his torso so she could slide her hand up to his face. She sheathed her claws and touched his lips that had petted the side of her skull with what she thought were panted kisses. She brushed her fingers up the side of his high cheekbone, then up to his temple, before coming down to trace the path of his strong jaw.

“You are very pretty,” she whispered, brushing her thumb over his right brow, letting the short white hair tickle her.

His lips curled as his eyes crinkled in humour. “Only on the outside.”

She caressed one of his black tapered horns before sifting her fingers through his thick, long hair. “I don’t think so.”

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