Page 74 of Thief of Souls
“Never,” I breathe into the pillow, but the word turns into a gasp as his tongue follows the same trail as his fingers.
Shoving my thighs wide he drives his face into me from behind and I scream as his tongue thrusts inside me. Again.
It’s savage. Hard. Brutal.
Unrelenting.
I scream and scream my pleasure as he fucks me with his mouth and fingers, until I’m spent and writhing on my knees before him. Begging. Desperately.
A hand knots in my hair as he winds the silvery length around and around his fist until I’m practically mobile.
“Beg me for my cock,” he breathes in my ear, forcing my spine to arch.
I bump back against him, feeling the brutish weapon slick between my thighs. “Please. Fuck me. Make me yours. Justdo it.”
His fingers slide down my abdomen and delve between my swollen lips. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Say it. Say it’smine.”
“Never.”
His eyes blaze and the edge of his fingertips quirk up, teasing through the swollen mess of my cunt. “You always have to fight me, Zemira.”
A hard slap shocks a cry from me.
Did he just…?
I clench around him, shuddering as I lower my head. “Ican’t.”
“You can.”
“It’s yours.” The words burst from me. “It’s always been yours. From the second I saw you.”
He reaches between us to guide his cock to my entrance. The first inch makes me sweat. The second inch is torture. It’s the sweetest of aches, leaving my thighs trembling. My eyes go wide, nails digging into the sheets as he feeds it into me so slowly that my muscles melt around him. He’s sothick.
Panting from desperation, I gasp, “I don’t know if I can—”
“You can.” Curling a hand around my throat, he draws me back against his chest, until I’m sinking down upon him, taking him all. Somehow my moan combines with the sharp hiss that exhales between his teeth, and then he’s driving into me that last, final inch.
The dance begins.
Slow. Bone-melting in its intensity. A dangerous grind filled with soft gasps, and the slap of flesh on flesh. This is not merely fucking. He’s working my body until we’re one. Driving us both closer to a single peak, until my thighs shake with the tension of holding myself in place.
“More,” I gasp.
A hand curls around the back of my neck and then he’s pushing me down onto my hands and knees. Long, slow, driving thrusts. Getting faster and faster, until his thighs slam against mine. The wet suck and pull of flesh does things to me. Fingers find me, flickering over that restless ache. I want to scream again. I want to bite into the pillow, beg him for more, simply take it….
Keir pounds into me, and then his fingers find my clit and he pinches.
It sets me off again, until I’m crying his name, shattering upon distant shores.
Tension shivers through him. Clenching around him, I try and force him to come with me.
“Mira.” It’s a breath. A curse. A plea on his lips.
Shuddering with release, he spills inside me with a growl, fingers digging into my hips so fiercely I know they’ll leave bruises that I’ll relish.
Collapsing against me, he gasps and pant, until we’re a mess of arms and legs. Slick seed spills from my body as he withdraws with a gush.
“Oh, gods.” I don’t think my heart is ever going to stop racing. “I can’t move. I think you’re ruined me.”
