Page 38 of The Reckoning
As her.
Her silken pussy glides against my length, and a groan escapes me before I can stop it.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The coy smile, the teasing movements, the way her eyes darken with lust when she feels how hard I am for her. It’s a power play, a reminder that she holds just as much control in this twisted game as I do.
Maybe more.
I lean in, nipping at her lower lip in gentle reprimand. “Careful, little sister,” I murmur against her mouth. “Keep testing me, and I might forget to play nice.”
Her grin only widens at the warning, a flash of white teeth and wicked intent. “Promise?”
A surprised laugh escapes me, genuine amusement mixing with the ever-present desire. This side of her, the bold seductress so at odds with the sweet girl I thought I knew—it’s as thrilling as it is unexpected.
I slide a hand between our bodies, fingers delving into slick heat, teasing her entrance with maddeningly light touches. She bucks against me, seeking more pressure, more friction, but I maintain the barely there caress until she’s panting with need.
“Aries, please...” The breathless words emerge desperate, and it’s music to my ears.
“Please what?” I prompt, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “Tell me what you want, Lil. I need to hear you say it.”
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, cheeks flushed from more than just the heat of the shower. “I want you inside me. Now.”
The raw need in her voice, the unvarnished honesty of it, shatters the last of my restraint. I lift her higher, positioning her at my tip, holding her gaze as I slowly lower her onto my length.
Her tight, wet heat engulfs me, stealing my breath and short-circuiting rational thought. For a moment, I can only feel—the slick slide of our bodies joining, the clench of her musclesaround me, the dig of her nails into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck, fighting for control. “You feel so goddamn good.”
She clenches around me in response, a silent urge for more that I’m helpless to deny. I begin to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has her head falling back against the tile, a low moan escaping her parted lips. I watch her face as I thrust into her, cataloging every flicker of delight, every hitch in her breath, and committing it all to memory.
This moment, this joining, feels somehow inevitable, like every choice and circumstance in our lives has been leading us here, to this point of no return. There will be no going back from this, no pretending it didn’t happen or that it didn’t mean everything.
I increase my pace, driven by the sounds she’s making, the needy little whimpers and breathy sighs urging me on. Her hands roam my back, blunt nails scoring my skin, marking me as hers. As if there could be any doubt of my devotion, my obsession, after this.
“Harder,” she demands, voice rough with pleasure. “I won’t break.”
A growl rumbles up from my chest as I comply, slamming into her with near-bruising force. The primal part of me, the part that wants to claim and conquer and possess, roars in satisfaction at her surrender.
Her back arches off the wall as I drive into her relentlessly, the slap of wet skin on skin echoing obscenely in the small space. My mouth finds her breast, teeth grazing a pebbled nipple before soothing it with my tongue. She cries out sharply, fingers tangling in my hair to hold me in place.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, words muffled against her skin. “Let me hear you. Let him hear what he’s missing.”
The reminder of our audience, of Arson no doubt lingering just outside the door, only seems to heighten her arousal. Her inner muscles flutter around me, a telltale sign of her impending climax. I wedge a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles.
“Come for me, Lil,” I command, holding her gaze, refusing to let her look away. “I want to feel you.”
Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her body tensing and shuddering in my arms as she clenches like a vise around my cock. I grit my teeth against the urge to follow her over, determined to draw this out, to make her come again on my tongue before I find my own release.
As the aftershocks subside, I ease out of her, lowering her gently to her feet. She sways slightly, hands braced on my chest for balance, a sated smile curving her well-kissed lips.
“My turn,” I murmur, sinking to my knees before her.
Her eyes widen as she realizes my intent, breath hitching in anticipation. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to my hungry gaze. She’s glistening and swollen, the evidence of her arousal and my possession painting her inner thighs.
I lean in, inhaling the heady scent of her, letting it fill my lungs and fuel my desire. Then I put my mouth on her, licking a broad stripe up her slit, savoring the taste of her mixed with the faint saltiness of my own essence.
She gasps, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick shower walls as I begin to devour her in earnest. I use my lips and tongue to worship her, alternating long, slow licks with targeted flicks against her sensitive clit. Her hips buck against my face, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything I’m giving her.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just so, stroking that spot that makes her see stars. She keens, a high, desperatesound that echoes off the bathroom tiles and sends a fresh surge of blood to my painfully hard cock.
