Page 75 of The Stone Initiation
I moaned and pushed my chest up against his hand. His eyes flared bright, pupils dilating. “We should stop now.”
God that voice—a gritty thrum that had my clit vibrating.
“A-huh…” I grabbed his wrist and adjusted his hand, so he was cupping my breast. “We should definitely stop.”
He squeezed and flicked my nipple though my top.
“Yes…”
The throb between my legs was painful now, slick, hot, and wet.
He growled and hauled me up, bringing me down on his lap so I was straddling him, pussy pressed to his hardness. A shockwave of pleasure shot through me, tearing a groan of satisfaction from my throat.
“Yes. Like this. Just like this.” I rolled my hips against him, and he bared his teeth, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
There was material between us, but I could feel him. The girth, the ridges. How would it feel inside…No. Don’t think about that. Oh god…Fuck…
He gripped my hip and pressed a huge hand to the small of my back while I ground my wet pussy against his cock. Soft whimpers and deep growls filled the air as we chased our pleasure. I grabbed his hair, twining the long locks around my wrist to anchor myself to him as I rode him imaging him inside me, pushing deep, stretching me wide.
Yes. Yes…
It was okay. This was okay, we could do this. Oh…fuck...Oh…
I came, body shuddering with release. Heat bloomed between us as he found his release too.
We rocked together to milk the sensation. Our gasps and pants creating a symphony of their own.
“Fuck, Cameron. Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to mine breathing erratic and deep.
“What the fuck?” a male voice demanded from behind me.
Serath pulled me close and snarled at the intruder.
“Serath, calm down,” the male said. “Let her go.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find the silver-haired bastard who’d tried to kill me a few days ago glaring daggers atme.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
I met his glare with one of my own. “Fuck you, you wannabe murderer.”
His mouth tightened. “Serath?”
“We didn’t consummate,” Serath said.
“And yet the air reeks of sex,” Orix pointed out.
Another figure landed. Selas. Great we had an audience.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Serath, stood, carefully, his arm around my waist so he could lift me up and set me on my feet. Shit I wasn’t wearing shoes, just socks.
“Serath?” Selas sounded disappointed.
“We didn’t consummate,” he ground out again.
“Obviously,” she replied.
