Page 23 of Hellish Fae
“I—fuck. No, I probably wouldn’t,” he whispers before parting my lips and fucking my tongue in such a sensual caress I almost forget about the thing inside me, too.
Almost.
She claws up my chest, and I feel her grow with power. She’ll make another appearance if I’m not careful.
“Touch me.Please,”I gasp as I pull harder against his hair.
His touch is a blazing path along my cold skin as his slick fingers glide over my curves, my ribs, my breasts. The slickness of his big palms sliding over my breasts is enough to tremble weakness right down to my core.
A quiet sound of pent-up lust whimpers from my lips. He devours the sound with a dominate kiss, bending my back as he fights for control over his own spiraling desires.
I pull at his hair. He takes an unsteady step and stumbles into the half an inch of water lining the nearly empty tub.
He bends when I lower. His hard body settles over mine.
The restless spirit inside me is wrecking chaos on my heart, but Damien is doing more than that to my sex drive.
I’ve almost won.
My thighs part, and the heat of his body melds to mine so fucking perfectly I can only ask for more. And more. And more. He’s close. But not close enough. My hips thrust against the towel still separating his perfect body from mine.
But then . . . he pulls back just slightly, allowing too much cool air between his chest and mine. The scrunch of my brow is nothing compared to how easily that moment allows Catherine to rear her head inside my own.
My eyes clench shut hard to keep her contained.
“Fuck me.” I barely whisper the words before my fingers are pushing at the wet towel clinging messily to his hips.
And then he shoves back from me entirely.
“Fuck!” His hands thrust through his messy hair, and he looks like it’s impossible for him to catch his breath right now.
I follow him up as he kneels over me. I’m confused, but the turmoil of emotions colliding through my chest barely lets that baffled notion register.
“What—what’s wrong?” I force out while fighting my pounding heart as well as Catherine’s slamming need to be seen.
You know what’s not attractive? Letting your poltergeist out during sex.
It’s a real mood killer.
Just calm down. You’re in control. You’re going to fuck Damien. Not the centuries-old ghost living inside you . . .
I hope.
Maybe let’s not tell him that…
“I can’t.” He moves to stand, but when I pull on his arm, he slides back down next to me, both of us waiting in a puddle of cold water for him to explain why he isn’t fucking me so hard that he literally exorcises merightnow.
“I’m sorry, what?” My eyes scrunch closed, and I breathe through the pain that’s quivering through every inch of my veins.
“I—I can’t . . . fuck you. I . . . in exchange for Corva’s runes, she cursed me so I had to give up ssseehhh.” He whispers those words out. Every one of them gets quieter and quieter until I can’t hear the last word he mumbled.
“What?”
“Sex! I gave upsexin exchange for not becoming a demon.”
My mouth falls open so hard, I think he just scared the ghost right out of me.
The length of my hair waves as my head jerks back and forth involuntarily.
