Page 40 of Obsidian and Frost
“Ungh… yeah, just like that. Ride my fingers, love. The way you move… so fucking sexy.” He twisted and angled deeper,hitting a spot that made my whole body seize with raw pleasure. “There it is…” He zoned in on there, his fingers stabbing and curling and fucking twisting until I couldn’t see straight. “Fuck, yeah, let it go.”
His mouth was at my ear now, panting with mine. “Come all fucking over me. I want this beautiful cunt soaking me, fucking marking me.”
A growl. A promise.
“Ungh… can’t wait to taste you.”
“Yes!Hell!”I cried, as it all collided and I shattered, ecstasy tearing through me, my whole body shuddering against him.
He pulled his fingers free and had me jolting as he rubbed his hand all over my pussy with his vampire speed, taking me higher and higher until I was shrieking out into the night and digging my nails into his tank, holding on for dear life as he took me to heights of pleasure I’d never even imagined possible.
When he finally eased it away, it was drenched, and I watched as he held my gaze and licked it all up, every single drop, snarling, and his eyes flaming.
I sank into him and he wrapped an arm around me, while he stroked my hair with his other hand.
I was shuddering against him, panting, fighting to come down from the intensity, when I heard a grunt from him.
I looked up to see my shadow magic was live!
Worse than that, tendrils were tightening around his throat, then traveling down to his arms and wrapping around them too, effectively pinning him there.
I jerked back gasping. “Hold on… I… no, no, no.”
My hands were shaking, I was in such a state that I couldn’t focus.
I couldn’t get control.
And that failure was hurting him.
I pressed my hand to his right bicep in an attempt to cast the shadows away, but spikes of frost shot out instead, driving into his flesh and making him hiss.
“It’s… okay,” he rasped against the shadows. “Just… take a beat.”
“I… I can’t. I…no.”
I thrust my palms up and called my Dark Fae power which was more inherent to me.
Purple flames erupted and I uttered an incantation and thrust the flames up and out.
They rained down over Lazriel without hurting him, and obliterated the shadows upon contact.
I staggered back, the strain of forcing that sudden burst from me unbelievably straining.
Lazriel sucked in several breaths, then pushed off the tree, intending to come to me.
He yanked out the icicles buried in his skin, then tossed them aside, beginning to heal right away.
“Everything is fine, all right?” he told me.
He reached out to me, but I jolted back. “No. I hurt you.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“I ruined it. I thought I was ready.”
“You were. You are. You just came on my fingers so beautifully. You took your pleasure so powerfully.”
“And look what it cost you.”
