Page 110 of Hexbound
That set her off. How she wanted this man. In every way. Nails raking into his biceps, she flexed her fingers into his skin, reveling in the feel of the power in his body. He was so much bigger than her. Stronger. Yet amazingly, she was the one who felt like she had all of the power in this moment.
Fingers slid down between them and danced between her thighs, hesitant at first, then gaining confidence as she moaned a little and arched into his touch. The first streak of pleasure shot through her nerves as he hit the exact spot she needed. Bittersweet and aching. Stealing her breath. "Yes," she gasped, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. "Yes... there... right there.... Oh, Adrian...."
Somehow her fist was in his hair, clenching violently with her need. It was nearly embarrassing how wet she was, as if her body betrayed secrets she'd tried to keep hidden in her heart. She'd never told him. The thought flashed through her mind as he worked those fingers inside her, those inner muscles tightening around him like a glove. Verity grabbed his head in both hands, desperate in some way she couldn't describe. Their eyes met, a secret little moment in which he saw everything that she knew was in her heart, in her throat, in her chest.
I love you.
He bit her throat. Then her cheek. Back to her mouth. God, the taste of his tongue was faintly smoky, like fine brandy. She was lost in the moment. All of the need and desperate desire she'd felt for him spilled out of her. Maybe she didn't have him, not truly? Maybe there was no future between them? She didn't know. But in this moment she felt like she did. There were no words in her head. Only gasps. Only aplease, and maybe ayes, please, please, desperate begging sounds as every muscle in her body wound tighter than a corkscrew. Couldn't think when he kept kissing her like that, like a drowning man trying to steal the oxygen from her lungs.
Verity lost herself with a shattering wave of pleasure. She didn't know if that was her voice calling out, but she clung to him as spasms racked her. Nails digging into his back and shoulders, no doubt leaving little pale half-moons there, as his fingers fucked their way inside her.
Too much. Too much sensation, oh, God....
"No more!" Verity begged, shoving his hand away as she came crashing down, her entire body jumpy with nerves, with pleasure. Senses heightened. Practically leaping out of her skin. She'd seen men and women blissed out post-orgasm. She'd never truly felt it before, not like this. She felt boneless. Weightless. Both locked in and out of her body, as if she were floating. Power surged through her, temping her to try and shift the very world in its gravitational spin. She probably could right now.
That lifted his head, his voice raw with a question: "I didn't hurt you?"
Verity laughed. She couldn't help herself. God, she felt amazing. Locking her arms around his neck, she drew him back against her, skin against skin, even as another flinch of stimulation made her jump. "It was just too much," she whispered against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss. "In a good way."
He drew back to look at her, a faint, curling smile stealing over his lips. A secret smile, just for her. "Well, look at you," he said. "All flush with power. Guess we know what your natural inclination is."
Some sorcerers could draw power from blood. Some from death. Some from sex. He'd told her that once. She met his eyes. He'd also told her what it felt like when he stole another life. If this was even half what he felt, then she didn't know if she could blame him for wanting more. The pure rush of energy through her veins—
Her smile died, and he saw it. "Ad—"
His mouth stole her own, cutting off the words.
The kiss was long and slow, drowning out the rest of the world. She fought it for all of a second, then softened in defeat. Later. Definitely later. Her body began relaxing beneath him, her thighs parting as she cradled him back into her grasp. The insistent press of his erection made her sleepy eyes open wide, and she saw the smoldering heat in his own pupils as they stared into each other's eyes.
The hard thick tip of his cock brushed against her entrance. Bishop half turned his head to the side, his lashes lowering over smoldering eyes as if he were concentrating. Verity arched her hips a little. Then he was almost breaching her, the blunt head of his cock sliding where his fingers had been and setting her alight. A faint hiss went through him. Dragging her nails up his side, she rolled her hips, and he sank deeper within her.
Inch by inch. Bishop's lips parted, his eyes slamming shut as he slid home. She loved watching the amazement dance over his face. Loved being the first one to show him this, how good it felt. Kissing his throat, she made a weird purring sound of contentment in her chest.
Verity arched her hips, her body taking him whole. She ached a little, but it was a well-earned ache of overuse that would soon soften. Sliding a hand down his spine, she wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into the hard flex of his bottom to drive him deeper.
"Fuck," he breathed, his whole body moving in a smooth glide that filled her. His lip curled. "Fuck, Verity. You feel.... You're amazing."
She glowed deep within. "You've barely felt anything yet."
Clenching her inner muscles, she set him into a faster pace, losing herself to the push and pull of smooth skin and the satiny glide of muscle. Pleasure shivered through her, that little edge building within her again. So close. So... now.... Her mind went white-hot.
"Adrian," she gasped into his mouth as she half turned her head to the side to gain a moment to breathe.
Bishop groaned against her shoulder. "Getting close," he whispered.
She didn't care. "Then come with me."
"Wanted... to make this... last."
Verity giggled and he groaned again as her body tightened around him. This man.... This man lost all sense of control when he was in her bed, and she loved it.
"Wench," he growled, slapping the side of her bottom.
Then he was withdrawing between one thrust and the next, grabbing her hips and rolling her onto her elbows and knees. She had just a second to grasp his intentions before he thrust inside her again, this time from behind.
Thoughts scattered. He was so deep inside her that she couldn't think.
"Je-sus," he hissed, and the next thrust slowed.
