Page 53 of Sinful Curses
His breath sucked in, and his head almost tipped back from the glorious sensation of her mouth working over him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she drew him deeper. They’d done many things together, but she’d yet to suck his dick; it was far better than he’d imagined.
As she worked him with her lips and hands, he clasped the back of her head and guided her. The fangs she couldn’t fully retract grazed his shaft.
He wanted her to bite again. “Feed from me.”
When she started to pull away, he kept her head in place. “Do it.”
The witch’s eyes narrowed a little before her lips slid back toward the base of his erection. Her fangs extended against his flesh, and when she bit deep, pleasure and pain coursed down his spine.
He released the groan he’d suppressed as her tongue swirled over his flesh. The urge to thrust into her mouth and fuck it until he came gripped him, but he couldn’t with her fangs inside him, so he remained still while the anticipation of what was to come built higher and higher.
When her fangs retracted and she started moving over him again, he’d had enough of the waiting. Bending, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her.
She licked his blood from her lips as he undid the string holding her pants in place and watched them pool around her feet. Beneath the first pair was a second, and he untied them as she kicked off her boots.
As their clothes fell away, she stepped into him, but he grasped her waist and turned her around. Bringing her down, he positioned himself behind her as her hands and knees settled on the ground.
He ran his hand over the exquisite curve of her back, tracing her spine and relishing the feel of her silken skin. She was magnificent, and while he would love to spend the rest of the day savoring her, the wind howling down the mountains and causing her flesh to pebble wouldn’t allow such wonder.
When he entered her, Sahira gasped, and her back arched as he settled deep inside her. Unable to resist, he removed the stick from her bun to let her hair spill free.
He wrapped her glorious mane around his wrist and fisted it as he drew her head back while leisurely moving in and out of her. His other hand slid around to find her breasts and tease her nipples.
When she pushed back onto him, he tugged a little on her hair and leaned over to kiss the delicate curve of her cheek before their mouths met again. His hand grazed the hollow of her belly before slipping between her thighs.
He teased her clit as the sexual energy she exuded grew thicker on the air, gathering around him and demanding he feast, so he did. And what an exquisite banquet she was as she infused him with strength while leaving him weak for her.
He couldn’t get enough of her, his fierce, proud witch with a steel spine and uncanny ability to piss him off while exciting him more than anyone else he’d known. Whatever this was between them was as unnerving as it was exciting, and he wanted more.
When she cried out and her sheath clenched around his shaft, he smiled as her orgasm nearly pulled his own from him, but he wasn’t ready to find his release. He was so obsessed with her and how she made him feel that he didn’t feel the cold anymore.
Releasing her hair, he adjusted her so he took the brunt of the rock as he lay on the ground. He moved her on top of him, with her back facing him, and planted his hand on her back to guide her while she rode him.
He ran his hand down her spine to the curve of her ass as her hips moved and delicious sounds of ecstasy issued from her. She was a masterpiece, and she washis.After this, she would know who owned her.
Guiding her faster, he planted his feet on the ground and arched his hips up as they fucked until they were both sated and neither could move.
CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
As the sun set,the geysers resurfaced across the field. With small pops, they rose from the ground to create a deadly trap that could destroy them before they ever made it across.
Orin looked to where Sahira stood beside him with her mouth pursed and determination in her amber eyes. They’d all managed to take turns napping around the fire this afternoon, but none of them were as rested for this as they should be.
They had no idea how long it would take or what they would encounter out there, but it wouldn’t be easy. Right now, he was more concerned with her than the field.
After their time together, something had changed in her. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when they finally finished with each other, she hadn’t jumped up like last time and run away because she was disgusted with herself.
Instead, she’d lain nestled against his side while he tried to cover them the best he could with their clothes. The cold drove them apart and back into those clothes far sooner than he liked, but he’d had those few minutes to lie there and enjoy her.
And what a glorious few minutes they were.
They might have been better than the sex, something he never would have believed possible, and it wasn’t something he’d ever admit to anyone. But for those few minutes, he’d experienced a sense of contentment he never had before.
Orin had been many things in life, but content was never one of them. He’d always sought more… more fun, more sex, more adventures, justmore. He didn’t crave power and more carisle—the immortal’s currency—he already had those, but he’d never been satisfied.
Until then.
And lying on those rocks, with her in his arms, he’d experienced a stillness to his life that had never existed before. She waspeace, and while he’d never known it was missing from his life until her, it was an amazing feeling that he never wanted to end.
