Page 70 of Grotesque
She grabbed hold of my shoulders as I slid to the ground to relieve her of her clothes. I lifted one of her bare legs to kiss the sole of her foot. She took her bottom lip between her teeth. Her straight white teeth worked it furiously. She’d make herself bleed before I could if she kept at it.
“Careful, love. I haven’t quite gotten past not wanting to fuck that devious little mouth of yours.” I traced the line of her smooth leg, opting for kisses instead of sinking my teeth into her flesh like I craved.
Her back arched, shoulders pressing into the books as I climbed higher up her leg until I was at her sweet, hot center. I couldn’t stop my devilish grin even if I’d tried. She was soaking wet. Gods I could already taste her.
“Eyes on me,” I instructed as hers threatened to close. I made a slow show of gliding my tongue over her slit, swirling it over the bundle of nerves that always made her breath catch, before dipping it inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. Her hips snapped forward involuntarily, forcing my nose against her. I breathed in, pushed my tongue farther, and ate. I devoured her like she was my last meal, like she was the first thing I’d tasted after starving for a thousand years. Like my very life depended on it, and maybe it did.
I pushed and pulled my tongue, twisting it inside her. I worked her right to the edge then pulled back to suck her clit. Sorcha’s hands dove for my head, one in my hair, the other at the base of one of my horns. She rocked with the motion of my tongue.
I sucked harder. As she thrust against my face, I took the opportunity to slide my fingers inside of her. Her cheeks flushed bright pink. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead like crystals, collecting and dripping down her face.
I twisted my fingers and curled them over the upper ridge of her pussy, back and forth until she tightened around them,trying to push me out. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit, worked my fingers faster, and then sucked.
Sorcha’s head slammed against the books, her back arched. She gripped my fingers like a vice as she came hard and sudden. Was there anything more beautiful than watching a woman come? Than watching Sorcha come?
“Do you see the stars, love?”
Sorcha’s fingers flexed in my hair. “There’s so many.”
I kissed the inside of her leg. “Shall I show you the universe?” I licked where she had dripped down on her thigh then looked up at her, arching a brow.
“Yes, please.” She flashed me a lopsided grin.
I gave her cunt another quick lick before standing up. I took a step back and took my time in glamouring my pants and shirt away. Her eyes dropped down to where I stroked my cock. Slowly they worked their way up my frame, to my face, and back down again.
“I’ll never get over you. You’re so fucking beautiful,” she breathed.
I moved forward and scooped her up. I held her by her ass while I worked my cock across her slit and up her stomach. “That’s all you. You’re perfect.”
She laughed. It was a sound I rarely heard her make, and I loved it. Breathless and uncertain. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I poised at her entrance, her arms around my neck.
“You are. So, ah!” She tensed when I pushed into her. “So, so perfect.”
It was painful not to fuck her thoroughly. I was grateful for the distraction of her heady moans and sweet kisses. I kissed her gently, told her how divine she was. How beautiful she would look covered in jewels and with a crown atop her head. It didn’t matter if she heard my words or if only my tone registered. Shewas becoming undone beneath me, melting, dripping, coming into bloom.
Sorcha’s pussy tightened around my cock. Her legs pulled me in when I started to withdraw. “Show me that universe you mentioned.”
By the gods. Yes. Sorcha was mine. In that moment I knew she had been made for me just as certainly as I had been created for her. I fit inside her perfectly, her body molded precisely to mine.
I kissed her. “Hold tight,” I growled.
I rocked into her, shoving her back into the bookcase until books tumbled all around us. She anchored one hand on the shelf behind her and fisted her other to the ridge of my wing. I lowered my face until my forehead was pressed to hers, so that the only thing I could see were those beautiful emerald jewels she had for eyes.
Soft gasps turned to high-pitched pants.
“Louder,” I said. “Let me hear you scream.”
I fucked her harder, obliterating any act I had left that I was playing the gentleman. Sorcha’s scream crested as she orgasmed. I fucked her right through it, on into the next.
“Fuck.Fuck!It’s too much. You’re too much, Corban,” she choked.
“Give me one more.” Sweat dripped from my brow to her flushed chest. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I wondered if I was trading one curse for another, if she had not somehow ensnared me the same way her cunt gripped my cock. “One more, little dove.”
I was close to breaking but she needed this. She needed to know I would put her first if only she gave me everything I desired.
And just like that Sorcha was screaming unintelligible words as she came once more. So hard that she was dangerously close to forcing my own cum out of my balls.
