Page 123 of The Call of Crimson
We’re too far gone to stop.
Without hesitation, I throw a silencing bubble around us, Aurelius reinforcing the lock on the library door and levitating a heavy chair to jam it.
“I’m still so fucking mad at you,” I growl, voice breaking around a moan as he pumps into me again.
“Good,” he snarls, slapping my ass again. “You fuck like a wild animal when you’re mad at me.”
The pain from his palm, combined with the pleasure of his length stretching and filling me, creates an intoxicating, heady mix that I want to drown in.
He pulls out nearly to the tip, then slams back inside, forcing a strangled sound from my throat as my hips smack against the edge of the table.
His cock hits deep, leaving me breathless and panting for more. Bracing my hands against the table, I shove back. I’m grasping for some tiny shred of control but coming up short.
Aurelius grabs my inner thigh, hoisting my right leg onto the table, spreading me painfully wide.
“If you want control,” he growls, “you’ll have to fucking fight me for it.”
I sob out a moan, nails digging grooves into the wood beneath my hands.
“You’re going to leave bruises, asshole,” I pant.
“Good,” he says, thrusting harder. “Let them fucking see my marks so they know who owns you.”
I moan loudly at his words, hating that his feral possessiveness still excites me.
With another punishing stroke, he continues, “Then I’ll carve their eyes out for daring to look at what’s mine.”
“Aurelius—” I protest weakly, but it comes out more as a whimper than a warning.
He chuckles darkly, slamming into me again. “Yes, little demon?”
I call the shadows in the room to me, letting them slither over his skin in a sweet caress. They climb higher, reaching to explore every part of him.
Just as they reach his shoulders, I whisper, “And what will you do if I let them kiss me?”
A growl, deep and possessive, reverberates in his chest but is swiftly cut off by the shadows constricting around his neck like a noose.
He’s ripped from inside me with a vicious growl, crashing onto the library floor.
He gasps for air, pinned by the shadows’ hold on his throat, trying to reach me, but gasping for air as the shadows constrictaround his flesh. They look beautiful against the deep sun-kissed tone of his skin.
Realizing he won’t be able to move unless he chooses to fight back with his own Gift, he relents, letting his head rest against the floor as he stares up at me with murder and hunger in his glowing eyes.
“Well?” I purr, striding toward him. “What would you do? Because I made a deal with him, and if I don’t figure his illusions out soon, I’m going to be kissing him a lot.”
“You’re playing with fucking fire, Breyla.”
“Yes, but you like my flames,” I smirk.
“I’ll tell you after we’re done here,” Aurelius promises.
I stand over his body, my feet straddling his hips. Ravenous, lust-crazed eyes stare up at me, but there’s something else there, too. Something akin to desperation.
“Tell me what you want.” I lift my skirt up to my waist, exposing my dripping sex to him.
“Sit that pretty wet pussy down.Now,” he demands.
With a devious grin, I acquiesce to his request. Mostly.
