Page 122 of Obsidian and Frost
He released my hand, and I flicked my shadow magic where he wanted it and wove my fingers, watching as it circled his shaft just out of reach.
His breath hitched in anticipation.
When I continued teasing him, not letting it touch him, wanting to mark this moment of him wanting this from me, and so badly at that, he growled and called his claws, then sliced my bustier open, making me gasp as my breasts were suddenly exposed to him.
In a split-second, he was palming them and pinching my nipples, sending shocks of bliss through me that he eased to soothing pleasure as he kneaded in between his torment.
But then he had me choking in shock as he swept his hand over the blood from the fight drenching his chest, then spread it over my breasts, coating my skin in the coppery-red. The sensation of his fingers and the sticky liquid had me undulating against him.
My shadow magic lashed out from the intensity and he jolted as it assaulted his beautiful dick.
“Fuck…more,”he groaned, flicking his tongue over my nipple, then lapping up some of the blood he’d covered me with—markedme with. It was primal and messed-up in an incredibly darkly sexy way.
He was panting in the next moment as I made my shadows swirl all the way around his shaft, brushing and consuming, rushing down his length, then squeezing and teasing.
His mouth ravaged my breasts then as he bucked wildly, thrusting his hips in a hot-as-hell unhinged way that sent a thrill through me.
Moans spilled from my lips and I grabbed at his hair with my free hand, guiding him against me, driving him on with his erotic torment. I felt him smile against my chest, liking that I was taking control with him, that there was this back and forth with us.
He shoved me back against the opposite wall, just as he gave one last long lick to my breasts, before he grabbed my hips brutally, then came all over my stomach.
“Ahh,” I cried out as his hot cum spilled over my skin.
I pulled my shadow magic back, then he was choking, “Pants… lose those sexy fucking pants.Now.”
With a spark of my magic they were gone.
He didn’t give me the chance to do the same with my panties. He fisted them and literally tore them off me with a growl.
And then he hauled me up against him. “Say it,” he breathed between us.
“Don’t fucking stop.” I grinned out at him. “Don’t you dare.”
“Yeah?” he teased. “You’re sure?”
“Son of a bitch,yes.Take it there.”
“Fuck you?”
“Yes, you absolute asshole.Fuckme.”
He snarled, then thrust up inside me, driving so deep that a scream tore from my throat as pleasure and pain collided in a head-spinning symphony of overwhelming sensation.
He rested his forehead against mine and held still. “Fuckme,you’re so—”
“Tight?”
“Nah, saying that means shit, and it’s on the empty side.” He lifted his head to look at me, as he told me earnestly. “I was gonna sayperfect.Your word. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Oh my God.
Emotion clogged my throat and I linked my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
He held my gaze as he shifted his weight so he was holding me against him with just one hand, then he dipped his other down between my legs, and slicked up all my wetness that had been dripping down my thighs. He traced it over my clit, then through my folds, circling and brushing, then pinching, making me tremble in his arms as pleasure built and built to a staggering degree.
He didn’t move inside me. Instead he waited and teased, and delivered so much bliss until I was the one rising up, then fucking him.
As he groaned and threw his head back, I nipped and licked at his stubbly jaw, picking up my pace until I was digging my nails into his nape, scratching down his back, then around to his chest, over his pecs, losing it as I rode him wildly.
