Page 35 of Brimstone
No sound.
No breath.
No thoughts.
Just a mindless, body-wide orgasm that felt like it was about to break bone.
I barely heard Fisher’s satisfied drawl over the explosions going off in my head. “Thaaat’s it. Good girl. Ride it out.”
I needed to breathe.
Hah!
No chance.
Tiny black spots danced in my vision.
My pulse throbbed slow and hard at my temples.
Dum.
Dum.
Dum!
I dragged down a breath of air, the room coming back into focus.
My pulse was trapped thunder in my veins. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit! What—what the fuck?”
“Easy,” Fisher whispered. He prowled up my body, his pupils blown wide open. That narrow silver thread of quicksilver still completely banded his right iris. “Easy. That’s it. Breathe.” My head swam all over again as he hovered over me, keeping his weight off me, and began slowly kissing my neck.
I swallowed, forcing myself to speak around the spikes of ecstasy that were still rippling through me. “What . . . the hell just . . .happened?”
“You passed out,” Fisher murmured into my neck.
“Passedout?”
“Just a little.” He made it sound like it was no big deal. That he made females pass out all the time. “Only for a second.”
“Fisher!”
He pulled back, fixing me in his gaze from the top of his pushup. “I told you once that I was disappointed by how breakable humans were. Remember?”
Oh, I remembered.
“You’re not human anymore, Saeris. Think you can keep up with me now?”
Martyrs. That cocky grin. The taunting glint in his eyes, oscillating between mischief and mayhem. He was so fucking sure of himself . . . and it wassucha turn-on.
I wasn’t recovered from the bite he’d administered to the inside of my thigh. I felt high, actually, and the delicious buzz floating around inside me was making me feel reckless. I wanted him so fucking badly.
“I can take it,” I answered. “Areyousure you can handleme?”
Laughter erupted out of him, and the sound of it caressed my skin, making me shiver all over again. I had to fight to stop my eyes from rolling back into my head. “Honestly, I’m not sure, Osha,” he mused. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
I stripped him out of his clothes, tugging frantically at his shirt and his pants, desperate to be rid of them. He refused to help, insisting that I try to undress him with my magic, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t tell him the truth—that Iwantedto try my new powers, but I was too afraid. I felt the magic spiraling out of control below my solar plexus. In my palms, dancing at my fingertips, too. A storm raged beneath my skin, and I had no idea how to tame it. I had no business being the caretaker of so much magic when I had no comprehension of what it was, how it worked, or how to control it. And I wasn’t about to unleash it on my mate under these circumstances, when I wasn’t even in control of myownbody.
I growled, shoving Fisher back onto the bed and yanking his boots from his feet. Ihadto have him, and he was not helping. Nope, he was laughing.
