Page 64 of Hellish Fae
His pace quickens, and I can’t keep my eyes open as my lips part with desperate breaths. I can feel his gaze against my skin. I feel him watching me and waiting, and I don’t even know what he wants to see, but I know he wants something.
Just as the energy within my core tightens to an unbearable snapping tension, he shifts beneath me, and then slams in fast, making me cum so hard that stars stream behind my eyes in bursting colors of white and gold. I feel those colors coursing all through my body.
“That’s it,” Damien whispers as his hips rock just slightly beneath me. He fucks me slowly, soaking up the feeling of my orgasm clenching around his cock as he leisurely strokes every wave of my release into an endless surge of pleasure.
My palms press to his chest but I’m still quivering. My body responds to his no matter how weak I feel. It’s like I need him. I need to be wrapped up and intertwined with him just like this.
The motion of our hips slides into a perfect harmony of sensual movements that make him groan, his head tipping back to reveal the strong angle of his jaw as I make him as crazy as he’s made me.
I move faster, my lungs burning for a breath I can’t reach. I want to collapse against him, but I want to make him cum more than I want anything else in this moment.
Minutes slip by with him working me as much as I’m working him, and soon it isn’tmethat’s going to makehimfall into bliss. His big hands grip my skin, his nails digging into my ass and parting me even more to fuck me deeper and deeper. My fingers dig into his hard shoulders, and I try desperately to focus on him instead of the building demand pulsing inside of me.
A smooth chest skims against my back and tingling fingers skim lightly over my ribs. A gasp tears from my throat from the sparking sensation of his touch.
“No. Not yet,” I moan without thought.
“Yes, love. Right now,” Krave rasps against my ear, his cruel fingers sliding down my wetness and grinding hard over the one part of me that can’t take any more.
My spine arches as my orgasm pounds through me, throbbing from my core and washing over my body until I can’t even hold myself up.
But Krave helps with that too. He wraps his arms around me, fingers skimming over my nipples and extending the sensation of my release even more.
Damien growls beneath me, his hips slamming into mine so hard that every muscle in his body is strung taut as he takes every single part of my bliss and uses it for his own.
His head tips back, nails biting into my skin, and I love how raw he looks right now as he loses himself to me. His jaw’s clenched tight, and it takes him several seconds to look up at me with sated satisfaction in his dark gaze.
Krave leans over me, still teasing me and still looking hungry as hell.
I kiss him softly, barely a brush of our lips, and then he takes what he wants. Light shines between our mouths, and I moan against him from the sparking energy coiling within my core, my chest, my lips. It’s divine darkness that I want to bathe in as well as drown in.
Slick skin brushes my breasts, and Krave pulls back at the last second once more. My lashes flutter, and I find Damien looking from Krave to me, and then back again.
Very slowly, ever so slowly, he leans into the incubus. A hint of a devious smile pulls at Krave’s mouth before he presses his lips to Damien’s. It’s a hesitant kiss, less passionate and more uncertain.
Krave doesn’t rush as he parts Damien’s lips, and their tongues slide slowly together. Damien groans, low and demanding, and only when he makes that sound does the incubus give in.
With one steady breath, Krave pulls flecks of shining magic from the deepest part of Damien’s body. Big hands slide through Krave’s inky hair, and they cling to one another with me pressed intimately between them.
My heart thunders through my chest, almost distracting me from the pulsing feel of it throbbing between my thighs.
It’s just a few passing seconds. It’s sensual and filled with trust as well as lust.
Damien trusts Krave not to kill him. He trusts him to feed from him and give them both unimaginable ecstasies.
The intensity of the light between their parted lips brightens. Krave takes one more deep breath, and then pulls back. Damien fists the incubus’s hair a moment longer, glaring into his eyes with a mixture of hunger and hatred. A beat passes, and for a moment, I think he’ll punch the demon. I don’t understand any of it, but then very slowly, Damien kisses him once more. Damien gently presses his lips to Krave’s just once, almost in a testing way.
Then he releases him and falls back against the pillow to catch his shaking breath. I keep an eye on him, but his breath settles, and he falls into what I know is a soul-rejuvenating sleep.
Krave’s dark and shining eyes are focused solely on me. The hair along my arm shifts and stands from the weight of his gaze.
“Lie down,” he instructs in a steady, smooth tone.
He never touches me. His hands push down his bare thighs, and he waits for me to do as I’m told. The bed dips as I settle just a few feet away from Damien.
But I can’t think about him. Not when Krave is kneeling between my thighs. Still. Not. Touching. Me.
Every hard line of his body is cut deep with muscle tone and strength. His carved abs lead to veering lines which lead to a jutting shaft that arches up nearly to his naval. Silver metal pierces down the smooth length of his cock, and my thighs shift at the sexy sight of it all.
