Page 43 of Hellish Fae
Are we playing a game still?
Farther and farther down the delicious lines of his stomach my hand trails. His muscles tick beneath my every move. His eyes are hard on mine, but our bodies don’t act like enemies at all. My breasts push against his chest, and he doesn’t bat an eye when the flat of my palm grinds down against the new hardness beneath his jeans.
Oh. So Zaviar didn’t sell his erection for Corva’s magic. Good to know. Really good.
Good.
I swallow dryly, and his gaze flickers to my lips as he carefully sets the drink down on the table.
“Tell me what my punishment is.” My head dips, and he releases his hold on me as I start trailing hot kisses down his smooth neck, his shoulder, down the curve of his pec. I feel his chest heave for a breath beneath my sliding tongue. “Tell me how I can make my mistakes up to you,” I whisper seductively as I shove him down on a nearby couch that I can only call a sex couch. It’s curved in all the right places for all my right places to align with all his right places.
A glorious sex couch.
But he grips my collar, and once more he jars my head up to look him in his brooding blue eyes. His fist holds my leash tightly in place.
“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m going to let your sharp teeth anywhere near my cock, Crow,” he says with that familiar hint of hate in his tone.
I blink several times to stop myself from giving him the hooded look of left-over lust that’s still lost in my eyes.
We aren’t playing games, it seems. We really are just performing. And I took it too far.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Before I can step back from him and put space between his disgustingly perfect body and mine, he takes me down. He literally kicks my legs out from under me as if he’s fighting me instead of . . . oh, my fuck, he’s grinding his dick against my clit.
Lines carve in his arms as he holds himself above me on the glossy arm of the couch as he looks down to appreciate the surprise still clinging to my features. His hips are perfectly between my thighs. And he takes his time, thrusting against the thin material of my panties.
“You do deserve punishment,” he says, his words kissing my tongue.
There’s a fire in his eyes, and deliberate force in the way he rocks his hardness against my center, and I can’t think of a single thing to say to him right now. This, this right now is real. Maybe it was kindled with pretend touches and fake whispered words, but flames are lashing between us now, and the scorching heat of it is very much real.
Before I can think better of it, I slam my mouth against his. I part his lips and slide my tongue along his in the most urgent, wanting kiss of my entire life.
It’s like fire is consuming my chest. It’s pressing and perfect.
It’s fleeting, though.
His big palm grips my jaw, and he breaks the kiss, holding my throat in his hands while he pulls back to really look at the lust in my eyes that I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. Our heavy breaths clash, and I almost think he’ll kick me back down again with another harsh comment that stings more than I’ll ever admit.
But instead, his grip tightens, and he pulls me back to him with a faint brush of our lips that ignites much deeper inside me. It tingles through every single part of my body until it coils tight between my thighs.
His other palm sneaks beneath my back, and his leg comes up higher between mine as he lifts me. He sits us up with ease. I gasp against his light kiss, but he settles me carefully onto his lap, taking his time to drag me by my hips and slide every part of my wet panties against the hard shaft straining beneath his jeans. Both hands grip my hips, nails biting into my skin as he guides me against his thrusts. His hardness grinds into me just right, sliding up and pounding hard just as he hits my clit. Spirals of tangled energy shiver through me, and I hold his smooth shoulders and let him control my body, control my pleasure, control every fucking thing about me.
When he slaps my ass with a stinging snap of his palm, I gasp and instinctively sink my teeth into his lower lip like the pain should be repaid. His hold on me tightens, and the motion of his hips and mine become more fervent. More demanding. More delicious.
My heart pulls like a string attached to it is being corded too tightly. It’s a familiar feeling that I ignore in search of a release I feel rising high inside myself.
Moans and slapping sounds of rough, consuming sex surround us, and it fuels me as I think about what it’d feel like with Zaviar.
How his thick shaft would fill me, stretch my walls, and make me cum with the perfect angles he seems to know more about than even I do.
His mouth leaves mine, and he kisses down my jaw and over my throat. His teeth drag lightly at the base of my neck, and then he sinks in hard, the straining outline of his cock pounding against my clit at the very same time. I gasp. My spine arches. Energy wracks my body.
He thrusts hard as he bites again.
And again.
And again.
