Page 148 of The Midnight Order
“Little lamb, you feel so fucking good,” I tell her, nipping her bottom lip between my teeth.
She kisses me deep, her tongue becoming the only thing I can focus on besides the tugging of her on my length as I writhe with her, moving in tandem to the eventual eruption.
When she cries out, I continue to fall away from everything I’ve long since believed. All my reservations are forgotten as the bed dances against the wall.
I have to remember she’s human.
The final thought resonates in my head, slamming around like a foreboding.
“You’re the reason every member of this order can’t think straight.”
“I’m… sorry,” she sputters, barely able to form words.
I drive into her, not missing a stroke. Every blissful face she makes spurs me further. It spurs me to thrust harder.
“Are you?” I hover over her lips right as her walls convulse around me.
“No!” she screams as she orgasms around me, causing me to forget what I’d even said to spur her answer.
I grit my teeth as a few more thrusts have me shuddering, my orgasm spilling inside her.
When I push up on my hands to look down at her, a satisfied smile spreads across her lips.
I pull out of her, flip her over, and grab her hips to heft her onto her knees. Sinking inside her, I curve over her back. “I’m not done with you, little lamb.”
Hours later,Silver’s lying on my chest, and I’m staring at the ceiling.
“That was better than anything I imagined.”
I smile, keeping my gaze on the ceiling. “Imagined me fucking you often?”
“I mean…” she trails off, pushing up on an elbow to look at me. There’s a hazy look on her face that I like to think I put there. “You look so proud of yourself.” She shakes her head as she smirks.
“I’m not. I was weak with you. It was dangerous doing what we just did. I could’ve lost control.”
She leans over, kissing my cheek. “I knew you wouldn’t.”
“You have more faith in me than I have in myself.”
“Do you think that…”—she bites her lip—“you’ll ever be able to taste me?”
I take a deep breath. I can still scent her blood in my nose like she’s still bleeding.
“I don’t think so. Too much has happened to me. Too much is connected to blood-sharing.” I shake my head as memories flood through me.
She nods as her eyes fill with some unspoken questions. “Can I ask you something?”
“You can. I don’t know that I’ll answer, however.”
She locks eyes with me, and my body grows rigid all over again, remembering how she felt as she came for me…
“Who is Ossana?”
My breathing hitches as I sit up, throwing my legs over the bed to flee.
Silver captures me from behind before I can make it out of the bed, and her damning touch holds me hostage. Her hand runs the length of some of the scars on my back, and I flinch as she touches each one.
It’s like being marked all over again.
