Page 35 of Sinful Curses
She didn’t have time to ponder that question as he rose a little, wrapped his hand around the back of her head, and pulled her down for a kiss. Pressed flush against him, with his fingers in her hair and their bodies entwined, the rest of the world faded until it was only them and the amazing way he made her feel.
As they moved, she felt him pulling on the sexual energy they created to feast on it and sate himself. She hated this man almost as much as she desired him, and the conflicting emotions would destroy her, but she loved being the one who could do this for him, as he could do it for her.
Bending her head, she rested her mouth against his throat. Her lips skimmed back before her fangs punctured his vein.
The sweet, coppery tang of his blood filled her mouth. It infused her with strength as the tension building inside her unraveled, and she came again with a loud cry that his skin muffled.
His fingers biting into her, Orin thrust his hips up, and his back bowed. Deep within her, his shaft pulsed as he came.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Orin staredat the ceiling as he drifted down from the high being with Sahira created. The witch could screw, and once again, she’d sated his hunger like no other.
Her power and energy had seeped into every part of him and infused him with strength. The desert had taken a lot out of him, as had climbing the mountain, and they had further to go.
Now he wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry in the Barren Lands. He had a little witch to keep him happy.
And speaking of the little witch… he looked over to find her staring at the ceiling too. Instead of looking perfectly sated and happy like him, despair etched her face.
He’d never seen that expression before on a woman he’d been with, and he didn’t understand it. She’d come; she could never deny that.
He’d felt the muscles of her sheath contracting around him and experienced the quake of her body as she let go. His chest bore the marks of her fingers, and blood still trickled from the punctures she’d left on his throat.
Without a word, she rolled away and rose in one fluid motion. She fumbled for her clothes, tossing aside his as she searched for what she sought.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he frowned at her hectic motions in the dim room. “What’s the rush?”
“This shouldn’t have happened. It was a giant mistake.”
“And why is that? We’re both happy, fed, and sated, though I wouldn’t mind going for another round.”
“Because you make me miserable. You make mehatemyself. I don’t understand how I can dislike someone so much and still have sex with them.”
“You don’t have to like someone to fuck them.”
“I do!”
He pondered her words as she lifted a pair of pants. She started tugging them on before realizing they were his and throwing them at him.
They hit his face, and he almost laughed as he pulled them away, but the look on her face killed his amusement. He dropped his pants on the ground.
“That sounds like ayouproblem and one you should get over,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with doing something that makes you feel good, even if it’s with someone you don’t like. And come on, admit it, you like me a little.”
She stalked toward him and stopped when her feet connected with his leg. “Don’t you understand? Thisdoesn’tmake me feel good.”
“You came.”
“So what? I got off. I can do the same thing with my hand.”
Feeling as if she’d slapped him, he recoiled from the insult. Had she really compared sex with him to masturbating? He was afarbetter option, and countless women would agree.
“I’m far better than any hand,” he retorted.
“Sure, your moves are better, you have a tongue, and your blood is a bonus, but how you make me feel afterward….”
“Andhowdo I make you feel?” he demanded when her words trailed off.
“Dirty, used,weak.”
