Page 31 of Curses and Casualties
“You love my rock talk,” I counter, nipping at his jaw.
“I love everything about you,” he growls, his eyes flashing gold. “Especially how wet you get for me. Let me taste that.”
Before I can respond, he takes a deep breath and disappears beneath the surface. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide, and then his mouth is on me andholy fucking shit.
“Ryan!” I cry out, my hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth stone edge.
His tongue parts my folds, lapping at my clit with long, firm strokes that have me seeing stars—whole constellations worth. The warm water swirling around his movements creates this incredible sensation. It’s like being touched everywhere at once. He sucks my clit between his lips, and I nearly come right then, my thighs trembling around his head like my own personal earthquake.
Through our bond, I can feel his satisfaction, how much he loves my taste, the way my pussy clenches when he slides two fingers inside me. He curls them just right, finding that spot that makes me wild while his tongue works magic on my clit.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck—” I’m babbling, unable to form coherent thoughts as he devours me beneath the water. The glow under my skin is getting brighter, casting silver light through the steam like bioluminescence in a dark ocean.
Then something shifts. A sound, so faint I almost miss it over my own gasps. Like claws on stone, somewhere distant but getting closer. Luna’s hackles raise.
Wait,she starts, but Ryan does something with his tongue that whites out my thoughts.
With every flick and thrust, my body tightens around him. Heat blooms within me, so delicious and overwhelming that every nerve feels alight.
“Ryan,” I gasp, grappling for the edge, my back arching. “I’m so close!”
He responds by pressing deeper, his fingers curling perfectly within me, and his tongue flicking faster against my sensitive clit. The heat in my core spirals, building into an unstoppable force.
‘Let go, love,’ he murmurs through our bond. ‘Let me feel you come apart.’
“Fuck. Yes!”
With one last thrust of his fingers and a powerful swirl of his tongue, I shatter. My back arches as waves of ecstasy roll through me, pleasure blooming out of my spine like a volcanic eruption. I cry out his name, the sound echoing around the chamber, as my body clenches on his hand and mouth, and the silver glow explodes outward, casting wild shadows that dance like living things.
He surfaces with a gasp, water streaming from his hair, grinning at me with wicked satisfaction. “Look at you, love,” he says softly, voice reverent. “Glowing like your own mineral specimen. Absolutely gorgeous.”
I snort out a laugh, high and shaky. “Come here, you romantic fool.”
He floats forward so I can grab his face and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. The water’s incredibly warm, but somehow, I’m shivering. Either from how sensitized he’s made me or because Luna won’t stop pacing in my mind.
“I need to be inside you, Georgia,” he growls, tugging me into his lap. “Need to feel you come around my cock.”
“Need you inside me,” I gasp. “Now. Please, Ryan. Before I spontaneously combust.”
He doesn’t make me wait. In one fluid movement, he guides me onto him, sliding deep until I’m fully impaled on his length.
“Yes,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Perfect fit. Like we were carved from the same stone.”
“Harder,” I demand, digging my nails into his shoulders. The desperation from earlier is back, mixing with Luna’s growing agitation. “I want to feel you for days.”
He gives me exactly what I ask for, slamming into me with supernatural strength. The water churns around us, sloshing over the edges of the pool, but neither of us cares. Each thrust hits so deep I see stars, and through our bond I canfeel his pleasure mixing with mine—creating a feedback loop of sensation.
“Look at us,” he commands, and I glance down to see our skin glowing like captured moonlight. Where we’re joined, the light pulses in time with his thrusts, silver and gold swirling together. “Look how beautiful we are together.”
“Ryan,” I moan, feeling another orgasm building impossibly fast. “I’m already—how am I already?—”
“Because you’re mine,” he growls, shifting the angle to hit that perfect spot inside me. “Because we’re meant for this. Come for me again, Georgia. Let me feel it.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling in tight patterns while he continues that punishing pace. The dual sensation is too much, and when he leans down to press his teeth to my neck?—
“RYAN!”
I shatter completely, my second orgasm even more intense than the first.
