Page 115 of The Never List
Her moan is my new favorite melody as her orgasm floods her body, the taste of her energy tingling along my tongue like the sweetest sparkling wine. It nearly brings me to my knees, and I haven’t even touched her yet, not properly.
All in good time. And we have eons to play.
I’ve never been more certain in our choice to take things slow these last two weeks, developing what I never knew I needed—an unbreakable bond that I’ve never experienced before. And after her clear defense of us? Her devotion to us even when my father offered her everything?
She has me…heart and soul and mind.
“Pierce,” she says, her breaths ragged. “I want to touch you,” she begs. “Please.”
She tries to reach for me, but I still have a grip on her senses, her movements. I grin at her, heart pounding, arousal thrumming through me. I haven’t wanted to sink inside someone so much in so, so very long. Rylee has been a delicious enigma since the Choosing, and now that I have her all to myself, I’m not sure which fantasy I want to play out first. I’ve had several in the months she’s spent in my fellow Legends’ cities.
“Please,” she says. “Don’t leave my mind. Just let me touch you.”
I shudder. The intensity…the sincerity in her words makes me feel as if she’s inmymind, flaying me open with a power she can’t possibly possess.
Her heels gently touch the floor, and every muscle in my body clenches at the way she looks striding toward me—all confidence and desire. She’s incredible. And she’s mine…at least for now.
Almost timidly, she brushes her mouth over mine. Explorative as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. She doesn’t stop kissing me as her fingers find my pants, and I stroke my tongue into her mouth before she pulls back. She smirks at me and tugs my pants down, gliding to her knees while she does it.
Fuck. Me.
The most adorable look of delighted surprise flutters over her features as she comes face-to-face with the evidence of how much I want her. Nothing about Rylee is for show; not an inch of her is doing this for my power, wealth, orposition. Everything in her eyes—flicking up at me as she wraps her hands around my length—speaks of nothing but want and primal need. As if she feels as connected to me as I do to her.
And her mind…fuck, I’m still in there, caressing her mental self, teasing and stroking her most favorite spots, and every piece of her wants me forme.I can sense it all around her being—she wants me for my wit, my intelligence. She loves the way I kiss the back of her hand and the way my tongue rolls over the term of endearment I’ve given her.
After months of being unable to crack through her unknown mental walls, she’s let me in willingly, and it’s…everything.
“Darling,”I say just to feel her shiver in delight.
“Yes?” she asks, stroking my length in too-light touches, teasing me until I jerk my hips forward in her grasp.
I smooth my fingers through her hair, looking down at her. “You don’t need to be on your knees for me,” I say, urging her up, but she stops me, shaking her head.
“What part of this position do you think is about you?” she asks, grinning deviously.
A jolt of awareness ripples through me, and before I can respond, she wraps her lips around my shaft and sucks me into her mouth. “Fuck,” I hiss, head arching back as she takes me deeper. She swirls her tongue, her hand still firmly gripped around my base as she squeezes and works me into fucking oblivion.
She moans, and the vibrations tremble down my shaft. “Rylee,” I groan as she takes me deeper, her mind still in my grasp. I lose the damper I constantly keep on my powers, and she shudders at the shift in intensity but doesn’t stop. “Ifit’s too much,” I say, but she moans over me again, moving faster, as if to show nothing is too much for her.
Her determination and strength are practically screaming at me through my connection to her mind, and she’s not boasting—she’s the strongest mate potential I’ve ever felt, quite possibly as strong as the Legends…
And that knowledge creates a thread that weaves further down, deeper inside her, where I find—
Rylee adjusts her angle, and I bottom out in her throat, the sensation jerking me firmly to the present. “Darling,” I groan as she ups her speed and tightens her grip. “I’m going to come.” Sparks rip their way up my spine as my release builds. I reach out, spreading my powers throughout her essence, teasing every nerve ending, brushing my power against the thousands of receptors aching for pressure until she comes again. Her moans around my length shove me right over the edge.
I try to pull away in time, unsure of what she prefers, what she wants, but she holds me tighter—and that move alone makes me spill into her mouth. She swallows me down, and I swear I’m in fuckinglove.
I ride the high, gently pulling out. I rub my thumb over her swollen lips, then draw her up to my level.
“I’ve been thinking about how your lips would look wrapped around me since the Choosing,” I say, grinning down at her. “But you’ve exceeded every fantasy I could’ve possibly had. That deserves a reward.”
Her skin is already flushed from her two orgasms, but her eyes brighten at my words. “Oh?”
“Tell me where you want me to take you,” I say, skimming my fingers along the line of her jaw, down herneck, and then over her bare breasts. She arches into the touch, inhaling at the energy I weave around her body. “I can take you anywhere you can imagine.”
“Kal took me up in the sky,” Rylee says, and heat spears through my body as she shows me her memories of the way he claimed her with the stars surrounding them. Fuck, they look amazing together.
“Axl took me on his ship.” Her mind shifts to that memory, fueling the fire licking my skin. “And they took me together,” she continues, then bites her bottom lip.
