Page 126 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“There,” he finally says with satisfaction. “That’s it. Do you feel sturdier, my queen?”
“I—” I move, and when I don’t flail around wildly, I nod. “I do.”
“Good. Because you’ll need it for what’s coming next.”
It feels like a threat and a promise rolled into one and my anticipation soars. This position and situation already has me on edge, waiting for what he’s going to give me. I’ve never been suspended like this before. And I’m not afraid I’m going to fall. Not now that Kane can touch me, not when I trust the strength of his magic.
And I meant what I said.
I want him to make me forget. Everything.
I want him to make me forget my vision and the way Thuriel’s fingers clawed at my skin in the visionscape. The threat of my abuela’s blood on his fingers. The threat of my friends’ deaths. Of their deaths, and what I was forced to agree to.
I want it all to go away.
If only for just this moment.
And Kane is going to make that happen. Of that I have no doubt.
The thoughts are blown from my mind as his talon grazes the front of my thighs. It’s a teasing touch, and his mischievous smile sends a shiver through my bare body.
“Where shall I torture you first?” he asks, his voice somewhere between a growl and a hum. The talon scrapes along my skin, leaving a trail of red against the brown flesh. He’s marking me up, tracing the stretch marks like it’s art and he’s a painter tracing a sketch.
A path is carved in loops and swirls over me. I hold my breath, biting on my lips as he trails high, to my inner thighs, and higher still towards the junction between them.
“Open for me, my queen.”
I let out a breath, widening my legs only slightly to bare myself before him.
“Good girl.” The tip of his talon presses in between the lips of my pussy. Hard. Warm. But not penetrating. “I could fuck you with this alone.” He hums again, sliding his talon through my folds, soaking it with my arousal and bringing it up to my clit. “I could drive you to the same madness you drive me.”
“Yes…” I whimper.
He cocks his head to the side. “Yes?” His dark horns gleam and his eyes flare red. “Yes, you’d like to meet the madness? Grow intimate with the feeling of losing control?”
Fuck, yes.
I think I whimper the words aloud, I’m not sure.
All I know is that as soon as the thought forms, his claw dips down again. He doesn’t blunt it, but it isn’t as sharp as Lorenzo’s, and so I don’t fear when he pushes it slowly inside my heat.
I want to jerk forward. To ride the claw, but I hold still, letting him play me like an instrument at his leisure. He moves slowly, almost as if he’s mindful of his claw and the pain he could cause if he’s too rough.
“I’m not afraid,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
Those eyes flash like the depths of The Pit once again. He rubs the talon against my walls, and the thickness feels like a dildo I have in my nightstand drawer at home. He moves it around, changing positions, depth, intensity, but ever so slow. I dart my gaze downwards, watching as he shoves his finger in to the hilt and pulls it back out from my body. The black talon is soaked entirely with my juices and he brings it up between us.
His wings give a few brutal slaps as he holds it out to my lips.
“Taste,” he orders.
My mouth is already open and his talon shoved between my lips before he even finishes speaking. I suck him inside, the tart flavor of my own desire exploding on my tongue. I use my tongue to trace over his talons, all the way down to the knuckle, lapping my own self up. It’s filthy, and it’s erotic.
He pulls his finger from my mouth and leans forward, framing my face in his hands.
“My turn.” And his mouth descends on mine. I groan against him, the kiss burning down to my soul. We devour and inhale each other. His forked tongue slips into my mouth, sipping the taste of my pussy from my own tongue. He groans, and it’s a feral sound that makes my bones quake.
Our tongues tangle together; he dominates me entirely and I give myself freely to him. I enjoy my flavor on my tongue and his, and he swallows it down like he just can’t get enough. His body presses to mine, and the harness that has me strapped in the air sways, but he holds me steady. The rush of his wing beats sends shivers of cold air against me.
