Page 59 of Claim the Twilight
Her smile returned. “That must be it.” She put more toast on my plate. “You’ll need your strength.”
“Yep, especially if Loviator attacks the castle.”
Ingrid’s eyes widened in alarm. “You believe she might?”
“We can’t rule it out.” I bit into the crisp, buttery toast and chewed.
“It’s unfortunate that we weren’t able to put up wards,” Lorenzo said. He topped up my teacup and added a little more milk for me before filling up his own. “Wards would have been ideal. Especially as I’m certain more supernaturals will find their way here soon.”
“And why couldn’t you put up wards?” Ingrid asked.
A chill swept up my spine as Daisy materialized at the end of the table. “The soil’s bad,” she said with a shrug. “The mageri needed to draw power from the earth to anchor the wards, but now he can’t. Ordell and Hemlock are setting traps on the grounds instead.”
Ingrid chewed on her cheeks. “I see.” She rose slowly. “Eat up and get some rest. If the castle is attacked, then we will do whatwe can to protect it. But right now, we have more guests arriving. I sense their fear. Come, Daisy, let’s make them feel welcome.”
She drifted out of the room with Daisy, leaving us to finish up eating.
“That was delicious.” I patted my stomach. “But I have a feeling that I’ll probably be hungry again soon.”
“How about we take a tray of pastries up with us?” Lorenzo suggested. “We can eat them in bed after I’ve made love to you.”
Heat flooded my body. “I like the sound of that.”
I stoppedoff at my room to shower and grab fresh clothes before heading to Lorenzo’s room.
He opened the door, bare-chested and sleepy-eyed, dark hair tousled. I stepped inside, into his arms, mouth locking with his, body molding to him.
The pastries would have to wait.
I lost myself in his scent, in the flavor of sweet tea on his lips, as my feet left the ground. The firm mattress met my back a moment later. I needed to feel him, his body, his heat, all over me. I tore at his clothes, desperate to satisfy myself, his low sexy chuckle humming against my lips, and he pulled away, obliging by shucking off his clothes to reveal a lithe, muscled form that begged to be licked.
“Now you,” he said, his tone low and intimate.
I peeled off my top and reached for the waistband to my pants, fingers fumbling in their haste. Lorenzo covered my hand with his.
“Allow me.” He kept his gaze locked with mine as he unbuttoned and peeled off my pants.
I wriggled to help him, freeing myself of the constriction of clothes until I was finally laid bare.
Lorenzo slid his body over mine, skin to skin, breath mingling before our mouths collided in hungry kisses. My head buzzed, body tingling with anticipation as he dragged his mouth from mine and trailed it down my throat, stopping here and there to softly suck and lick at my skin. I reached up to thread my fingers in his hair, but he gently grasped my hands and pinned them above my head.
“You have beautiful breasts, Orina.”
He licked my nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. I gasped, back arching to offer myself to him, pussy throbbing as his cock pressed against me, parting me, slipping and sliding against me, delicious friction teasing my clit.
“Lorenzo, I need you inside me.”
“Patience.” He captured my mouth, silencing me as his free hand kneaded and pinched. Pain and pleasure entwined until I was a writhing mess beneath him. Once again, he tore his mouth free, but this time he kissed a path down my abdomen until he reached my pussy.
I held my breath, eyes fluttering closed as his hot breath fanned across my sensitized skin.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said. Then he kissed me there. Open-mouthed, hungry tongue lapping and flicking in a way that made stars explode in my head. I opened my thighs wide, pushing myself against his mouth and grinding until my vision whited out and a low, keening sob crawled up my throat and exploded from my lips.
And still he kept going.
“Ah…fuck…Lor…Lorenzo. Ahhh.” I bucked, trying to break free of him because it was too much. Too fucking much, but he pinned me and pushed his tongue into me.
Lightning rocketed up my spine, and I came in hot wet spurts, heat flushing up over my skin.
