Page 214 of Curse of Darkness
The head of his cock brushes against my lips.
I lick it eagerly, mouth opening around the swollen head of him. He gives me just a taste. Just enough. And then he rubs it over my lips.
“Please.”
Thiago fists his erection, another salty bead forming at its tip. “It should be me begging.”
Maybe that says everything about him: He’s always been the powerful prince, the protector, the one who spends every moment of his life making sure I’m happy. He doesn’t ask for such things in return. I’m sure a part of him will always be that lonely young man who stared up at these castle walls, wondering about his mother.
He didn’t even hesitate to throw himself at the Horned One in the Black Keep when he learned that one of us would die.
And he would have done it again at Eidyn, I know. It was tangled in all the things we left unspoken, in every inch of the encounter. He left his fucking back unprotected against the Horned One because there was no part of him that could have let me fall.
So now it’s my turn to return the favor.
“Never,” I whisper, curling one hand around the base of him and trying to close my fingers. “I love pleasing you.”
Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, his throat bare and vulnerable as I swallow him whole, working my lips and tongue over him, and watching his face the entire time.
A twitch jerks through him, his fingers clenching slowly in my hair. A movement of such restraint that it speaks volumes. He wants to take control; I can feel it.
Just as he’s forcing himself to let me pleasure him the way I want to.
This is power.
It makes me wet, makes me want to grind against nothing.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing and licking the swollen head of him. “I’ll take care of you.”
Startled eyes meet mine as he hears my psychic voice. This time, his touch gentles, his fingers combing through my hair. “I love you too,” he breathes, biting his lower lip.
Time to destroy that rock-hard control.
Drawing back with a long sucking pop, I alternate between flicking my tongue over the head of him and then working my hot mouth over him. The mood shifts, and we both feel it.
I’m rewarded with a harsh snarl. “Vi.”
“Do something about it,” I whisper, biting his hip.
He starts, and then he laughs under his breath, clasping my face in both hands. “Oh, I will, you little minx.”
Sensation trails down my spine; there’s nothing there, of course, but I can feel his touch, feel his magic whispering over my skin. “Who will break first, do you think?”
“Definitely you,” I shoot back.
“I’m going to come all over your pretty breasts, Vi. But first you’re going to beg me….”
“I’m going to drink every last drop of you down,” I counter. “And then maybe I’ll come for you.”
The caress of his magic slides between my thighs from behind, spearing inside me. Two invisible fingers stretch me until I groan. His touch works me over until I can hardly breathe, gasping around his cock.
I clasp the back of his thigh, desperate for more, struggling to breathe as he drives his cock so far down my throat, I almost choke.
“Sorry,” he gasps. “Sorry. Goddess burn me.Vi.”
I’m not fragile. Nor am I to be denied right this moment.
I take him deep, encouraging him. Grabbing his ass, I dig my nails in, desperate for more, desperate for this connection between us.
