Page 37 of Falling for Famine
I caged her into the counter. “You’re nearly done,” I whispered in a hoarse timbre, rich with promise. “And when you’re done, I’ll feed it to you.”
She moaned as I thrust my hardening cock against her soft backside. “Well, I won’t finish if you’re doing that.”
My hands snaked up her thighs, slipping under the skirt of her sundress. It was hotter in this part of the world, and I’d encouraged her to wear this white and red floral dress that fluttered when she moved by leaving it out on the bed before she woke. She’d put it on like the good girl she was, and I’d fought smiling when she came out of the room wearing it.
She was truly the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid my eyes on.
I snuck my hand into her panties, and my mortal was already indecently wet. So I sunk a finger into her slick folds and she shuddered under my caress.
“Oh god,” she groaned, hips bucking. “I’ll burn the French Toast.”
I sucked on her neck, leaving a glaring red spot. It satisfied some weird need in my head to see my mark on her. Then I eyed the food in question. “I can cook while you come, little wisp.”
“That filthy mouth isn’t fair, Ghost, and you know it,” she whined, her hips moving. I pushed several fingers inside her and used the heel of my hand to rub her favorite spot while dragging my tongue up the erratic pulse point on her neck.
These urges had plagued me all night while she slept. Tomorrow, we’d be going to meet the other Horsemen. The thought of not touching her like this when I wanted to drove me to taking what I could today. I shed my cloak of indifference and openly lusted for her.
And by the breathless moan spilling from her lips, she didn’t mind at all. If anything, she encouraged my spontaneity. Nomi was quick to deny herself and argue, but she clung to me and kissed back just as quickly. She wanted my impulsivity to be her excuse, and I wouldn’t fail to give it to her.
She leaned forward on shaky legs, but I kept her from burning herself on the stove by yanking her back with the hand still inside her. She let loose a keening moan and sank into myembrace. With the other hand, I quickly plated the food and turned off the burner.
My fingers worked in and out of her, battering all the spots she responded to. I wasn’t in any hurry, but with the way she quivered, she wouldn’t last long, and I wanted her to come on my tongue, not my fingers.
She gasped loudly as I turned her around and set her on the island behind us. “What are you—”
I pushed her back to lay her out and yanked her body across the slippery surface until her legs were over my shoulders. Then I removed her panties and stuffed them into my back pocket. She wouldn’t need them today. Perhaps not ever again.
“You’re not going to—”
Oh, but I was.
Nomi was my favorite food, and I’d take my time eating her until I was satisfied before I finally fed her.
I bit the inside of her thigh, cutting her protest short. She whimpered and grabbed my shoulder, but she didn’t push me away. Her craving matched mine, and it was the entire reason her legs opened to me, just enough to make it clear she was giving in.
“You’re beautiful, little wisp.”
Her face flushed, then her bottom lip got caught between her teeth like she couldn’t get enough. Her eyes were hooded when they settled on me. “You’re just trying to get into my pants,” she rebuked breathlessly.
I kept all emotion from my expression, too close to smiling again. “You’re not wearing any pants.”
“Oh, now you make jokes, Ghost?”
The little laugh that fled her swiftly changed into a sharp gasp. Because I couldn’t wait any longer. I devoured her soft, wet cunt and satisfied the devastating urge I’d battled all night.
Nomi arched and moaned my name, her legs shuddering with the pleasure my mouth gave her. I tasted every inch of her center and stroked her slit from top to bottom, her sweetness spreading on my tongue. With a groan, I drove my tongue in deeper to seek more.
Her breathing changed, desperate, wanting, and wild. Nomi liked everything I did to her.
Before her, I hadn’t cared to learn about sex. What I did know about it was only because I’d unintentionally stumbled onto it. But I’d spent all night seeking knowledge on the subject.
I’d combed endless mortal sites with proper guidance on techniques and must-knows. A few proved to be more fantasy than fact, but I’d found a great deal of usable information that I couldn’t wait to try on my little wisp.
I’d use every bit of it on her in hopes of binding the mortal to me in ways others couldn’t. My motives were wholly selfish. I wanted Nomi to crave me the way I craved her.
“Limos,” she moaned, rocking back and forth on my mouth. “I’m already so close.”
Clutching her thighs, I didn’t let her wiggle away. She always tried to when she was on the edge of an orgasm. I sucked and prodded, swirling my tongue around the swollen nub that always made her cry out. Her hands were in my hair, pulling and guiding my mouth, her hips swiveling and chasing friction.
