Page 104 of When Bones Whisper
In a croaky, faint voice, she asked, “What if those feelings are because of the bond?”
“It’s not your blood I crave. It’s you. How many times must I voice it? I’mobsessedwithyou.”
Her stomach cartwheeled, vision blurring as he held her close. “I am, with you too,” she stated shakily.
“Say that again. Tell me you’re mine.”
With a breathy whisper, she exclaimed, “Iamyours.”
His erection strained against the fabric of his trousers, pushing against her with earnest intent. Still hooked around him, legs hoisted up over his hips, she ran her fingers over his chest, exploring the valleys and dips of his muscles, slowly undoing buttons.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled the potion, but the details were lost to his feather touches. He was lucid, and it hadn’t worked. That’s all that mattered.
Running kisses over his neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair, fisting strands as she nipped his skin, desperate for every inch of closeness between them to be consumed entirely.
“Do you want this?” he asked, eyes raking over her.
“Desperately.”
He bit down on the curve of her chest, not yet breaking skin, the seductive tension coiling in her core building to an unstoppable need. Slowly, he pushed her back, inch by inch, until she realized she was hanging over the edge.
Squealing, she grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into the backs of the muscles. “Nathaniel! I’ll fall.”
“So don’t let go,” he said with a wolfish grin.
Her heart raced when she glanced down at the two stories of space between her and the floor.
“Look at you,” he said huskily through a groan, eyes raking her over as he tipped her head back. “So breathless, so fucking perfect, just begging to be ruined.”
Whimpering, she hooked her feet around his hips, keeping her arms around his neck. He was the only thing stopping her from falling to her death.
A libidinous demand sharpened his features as he looked at her through hooded eyes from behind his mask. Her thighs clenched, and she felt the scorching flames of desire consuming her from the inside out, scattering embers not only in her skin, but in her very essence.
Trembling shockwaves traveled through her legs, her arousal close to dripping down her thighs.
Something about being suspended like that, knowing she could die at any moment, was a sensation she wanted to repeat endlessly.
He hiked the layers of her dress over her thigh and unbuttoned his trousers. His enormous cock slapped against his taut lower belly. As he swiveled his hips into a more comfortableposition, she glanced down at the gap between them and sharply inhaled at the sight of the glistening liquid covering the tip, with veins pulsating along his length.
Her eyes widened as she dragged her tongue over her lips, taking in his engorged, twitching shaft, the head so swollen it must be painful, wondering how she would accommodate all of him.
Nathaniel chuckled against her ear, his breath ghosting the shell. “Do you see how much I need you? How much I crave to be buried deep within you?”
She half gasped, half moaned, then nodded, unable to articulate the words that she could not stand it anymore, that she ached desperately for him.
Her back bowed as he slid a hand from beneath her, eliciting a scream as she slipped an inch toward the ground far below. He pinned her to the railing with his hips and a drop of his seed spilled from the head, coating her opening.
He palmed the back of her skull with his free hand and drew back to score her face with his unrelenting stare. “I do not think I can be gentle just now. Part of me is sorry for it,” he paused, then moaned as he ground himself against her opening, easily gliding through the slickness coating her, every miniscule movement back and forward rubbing over her bundle of nerves, “but the other part craves your screams of fear and pleasure, wanting nothing more than to plunge as deeply into you as I can, making you shatter around my cock.”
Her head swam, unquenchable heat flushing from her chest to her ears. God, she wanted him to do just that.She didn’t give a damn if it hurt.
Nathaniel dropped his hand from the back of her head, gripped her backside hard enough to bruise in both palms, and slid into her with one punishing thrust, a guttural groan slipping past his parted lips.
“You fit me so well, my love,” he said in a deep, baritone tone. He panted softly above her, tension tightening his jaw as he held himself back from moving within her, allowing her a moment to adjust, if only a little, to the vast stretch of accommodating him.
She swallowed audibly, then lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I’m fine. I need you—” Her words cut off as he did just that.
The sound she let out was one she’d never made before, somewhere between a moan and whimper. He felt so damned good, filling her up, her walls clenching around him.
