Page 171 of A Curse On Black Lake
She shakes her head vigorously. “I do.”
She grips me, and I hiss. Her innocent ocean eyes and pink cheeks throw my heart into a tailspin.
“Those pink cheeks are making me want to keep my promise and dirty you up,” I tell her, nipping her lower lip.
She licks the hurt and raises a brow. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already done that.”
I laugh, and my jaw drops on a sigh as she draws her hand up, tugging a groan from my throat.
“Harder, baby,” I choke.
“Like this?” she whispers, tightening her hand.
I nod, biting my lower lip.
“I like seeing you … unravel,” she rasps.
Our eyes catch.
“Only for you,” I mumble and kiss her again, but have to pull my mouth away, winded. Our foreheads lean together, and I watch her watch me as she moves her hand.
Not sure how much more I can take, I pull her hand off of me and place it on my shoulder.
“I won’t last ten more seconds. I need you,” I growl.
Eliana bites her lower lip and sits up on her knees. She hovers above me, and our eyes lock as she seats herself.
Her head tips back with a moan, and I catch her. Nails dig into skin, and I have to grit my teeth and think about literally anything else so I don’t blow it immediately.
I pull her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her ribs. She locks an arm around my neck, sitting up a little higher, and rocks us. I huff into her chest, and she rolls her hips, picking up the pace.
“Kill—” she says, my name cut off on a cry.
“I can’t hear you, baby,” I mumble into her skin, pressing kisses all over her chest.
Squeezing her ribs tighter, I help her move, and the headboard thwacks behind my back.
“I need…” she gasps, out of breath.
“Tell me,” I grit, in an attempt to ignore the animalistic drive to move faster.
She doesn’t answer, so I do.
“I’ll show you,” I say, flipping us.
Eliana gasps, her white hair cascades over my pillows. She’s gorgeous with a light sheen of sweat over her skin and passion burning in her eyes.
I grab her leg, resting it against my shoulder while I hold the headboard with one hand and her hip with the other.
Eliana grips the sheets as I pound into her. Her hand slaps the headboard to keep me from driving her into it.
“You see, little witch? I know what you need. I know because you’re mine.”
She’s everything. I stare in awe of the beautiful picture beneath me of her arched back and bliss all over her face.
She sighs, and I push again, making her jaw drop, and her cries are music to my ears. Then I stop.
“Look at me,” I command.
