Page 80 of Curse of Darkness
This time, I don’t know who reaches for who first.
Our mouths come together in a raging inferno of need. Shoving at my shirt, he tears half the buttons off as he wrenches the sleeve back over my shoulder. Breasts straining over the edge of my corset, I crawl into his lap, grinding against the hard ridge of his erection. My cloak is gone, and all I can feel beneath me is skin. Sleek skin, his muscled thighs thick with hair, and the straining drive of his cock pushing into my belly.
Everything inside me goes molten, the wet heat between my thighs throbbing.
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” he breathes, one fist curling into my hair as he stares at my breasts. “Every night I dreamed of you. Every day I begged for the chance to see your face one last time. I had nothing of you. No locket. No strand of hair. Nothing but my memories. It wasn’t enough. I’ve beenstarving for you, Vi. Desperate to taste you again, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms….”
Reaching between us, I find his cock, the taut head slick with seed. “Trousers. Off,” I gasp.
Lifting me up, he wraps my thighs around his hips and then he lowers me back onto the floor with a roughened laugh and follows me down. “So eloquent.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He’s still laughing as he obliges, his weight settling over me. I dig my thumbs into the hard muscle of his upper arms. Gods, he’s so perfect. I want to consume him. The feel of his mouth is raw and unyielding.
And then a hand slides beneath the waistband of my trousers and I nearly die of ecstasy.
“So slick,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “So wet. I want to taste you, Vi.”
I capture his face in my hands as he withdraws his fingers and sucks them.
Our eyes meet.
And the green in his irises bleeds into darkness.
A little shiver runs through me. “Hello, my prince.”
“Hello, my queen,” he purrs, his hand sliding down my abdomen again.
Thiago makes short work of my buttons. I spare a brief thought for the maids who are going to find scraps of my clothing strewn around the Hallow as though wild animals tore into each other, but then his hard fingers find me and the thought shatters.
They drive inside me, grinding against the restriction of my leather trousers. “Oh, gods!” I throw my head back, body clenching around him as I arch.
“Scream louder,” he commands, crooking those fingers up, just so.
There’s no need to fight the order. Everything I’ve been holding back comes crashing over me as he claims my mouth again, riding me through the firestorm with clever, dancing fingers.
I collapse back on the stone, my nails digging channels in his upper arms. There’s nothing but satisfaction in his eyes. He likes it. Likes that I leave my mark there, the same way he’s leaving his as he nips his way down my throat.
The hot rasp of his mouth closes over my nipple, and my body clenches again, milking his fingers. A sound echoes in his throat, a growl of need.More, it says.Give me more. Teeth capture my nipple, his thumb settling directly on my clitoris.
It lights within me like fireflowers shattering in the skies. I explode again, sex pulsing around him as I grind and writhe, desperate for more.
“Get these… gods-cursed trousers… off me!” I gasp as he finally lets me up for air.
Rough laughter rumbles in his chest as he sits back, tugging the slick leather down my sweaty thighs. “So impatient.”
I eye the proud jut of his cock and trace my fingers between my slick thighs. It sends a shiver through me, the aftershock of ecstasy. “You’re the one denying yourself.”
The wicked smile he graces me with makes my heart skip a beat. This time, when he casts my trousers against the wall with a meaty slap, I know we’ve reached the point of no return.
Rearing above me on his knees, Thiago takes his cock in hand, barely able to close his fingers around it as his wrist works. The chiseled arrow of the groove of his hips flexes as the muscles in his abdomen tighten. He’s beautiful. Dangerous. Feral. And his cock, that enormous, brutish weapon, is a thing of glory.
I need it inside me.
“Who’s denying themself?” he whispers.
Biting my lip, I drag my fingers up my body, smearing the wetness of my sex around my nipple. His eyes glaze, his jaw locking. The battle cry has been sounded, and I smile a secretive smile as he settles his knuckles beside my head and leans over me.
