Page 148 of The Call of Crimson
Her nails tear through my skin, the sharp bite of pain sending sparks of pleasure through me.
The need to be closer overwhelms me. I drop her legs from my shoulders and crash my mouth onto hers, searing and possessive.
She meets my tongue in a fierce battle for dominance, nipping and sucking as I continue pounding into her.
A symphony of flesh meeting flesh, pants, and needy moans fills the room around us as I fuck us both precariously close to oblivion.
Breaking the kiss, I whisper my claim against her lips.
“You’re.”
Thrust.
“All.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, her whisper turning into a gasping moan as my teeth find the flesh of her neck and bite down.
Something primal and innate holds me in its grip, refusing to let me release her. The warm coppery tang of her blood assaults my senses and teases me as it coats my tongue.
The taste is rich, yet bright and crisp, as I let her life force run down my throat.
At the sound of her soft whimper, I release her, laving the spot with my tongue to soothe the sting.
Her eyes are blown wide with desire. The shadows seeping from her skin pulse in the air around us, cocooning us in darkness.
“Fuck me harder,” she demands, her voice a shredded rasp.
“Mmm,” I hum, obliging without hesitation. I piston my hips into her harder, faster. “You feel divine wrapped around my cock, little demon.”
The look of pure devastation on her face tells me everything she’s too lost to voice. She’s trembling beneath me, right at the edge.
I reach between us, rubbing steady circles over her clit to give her that final push.
“Come for me,” I say softly in her ear. It’s not a command, but a plea.
A moment later, I feel her spasm around me, waves of pleasure wracking through her. The look on her face is absolute devastation—rapture in the form of this female. It drags me over the edge with her, pulling release from me so quickly it startles even me.
My seed floods her as her name tumbles from my lips in a ragged moan.
For a long moment, the only sound is our heavy breathing, the two of us tangled together in the aftermath.
Finally, I slip out of her, drawing a soft whimper from her lips as the last of the connection breaks.
“That was…” Breyla’s voice is breathy and soft, searching for words to describe what just passed between us.
Chuckling, I lean my forehead against hers and steal a gentle, brief kiss. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Reluctantly, I drag myself from the bed. I hastily rinse myself before returning with a damp rag and doing the same to her.
I drop next to her in bed, pulling her body into mine. Her curves fit perfectly against me, molding to every hard plane of my body.
