Page 34 of Sinful Curses
Their tongues continued their dance as he pushed her shirt up to expose her flat belly and round hips. His fingers glided over her silken skin, tracing the curves he’d memorized the last time they were together.
Those curves sent his blood pressure through the roof as whatever primordial force this woman unleashed in him roared to the forefront. His fingers found the button on her pants and undid it.
When his hand slipped inside, he discovered how wet she was for him. Sahira could deny it until the day she died, but she couldn’t hide that she wanted him as badly as he did her.
She released her grip on his waist and lowered her legs as he pushed her pants further down her hips. He managed to maneuver her pants the rest of the way down while keeping her in his arms.
Her fingers entwined in his hair, tugging at it as she kicked her boots then pants off. Her fangs grazed his lips, drawing blood.
Any resistance she’d managed to maintain fell away as she released his hair and started yanking at the bottom of his shirt. He was no longer afraid she’d bolt if he broke the kiss and did so as she tugged it upward. She was as far gone to him as he was to her.
When he lifted his arms, she pulled the shirt over his head and threw it aside. In the dim light spilling through the window in the back, her eyes were completely red as they met and held his while he slid her shirt up.
His fingers skimmed her curves as he lifted the shirt to reveal the swell of her beautiful breasts behind her simple, black bra. He dropped her shirt on the ground, and his mouth watered as he grazed his knuckles down the valley between her breasts.
Her breath caught, and she swayed toward him as her heartbeat thudded in his ears. He trailed his hand along her skin up toward her hair.
Grasping the stick she’d used to secure her bun, he pulled it free. Her mahogany hair smelled of lavender as it tumbled around her shoulders and down her back in waves.
He ran his fingers through the silky strands, letting them fall around her shoulders and exquisite face again. She was magnificent.
She held his gaze as she undid the button on his pants. He stepped out of his boots before pulling off his pants and kneeling before her.
When his knees hit the ground, the hardwood floor bit into them.How do we keep doing this without a bed?
But as his knees protested his weight and the wood digging into them, he knew there was no way he’d stop this now… not when his prize was so close.
He’d experienced far more agony in life and had no doubt he would again, but from now on, he would make sure they did this somewhere more comfortable.
Who are you kidding?he thought as he drew her thighs over his shoulders.You’d screw her on a bed of nails if necessary.
And he would gladly do so as her scent engulfed him and he lowered his mouth to her core.
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Sahira threadedher fingers into Orin’s hair as his mouth settled between her thighs. Her head and back fell against the wall, and her legs hung over his shoulders as he licked, teased, and stoked the fires of passion into an inferno.
The man was pure magic with his tongue, and when a part of her screamed to stop this before it was too late, she shoved it into the deepest recesses of her mind. It would come back to torment her later, and she would hate herself for this, but for now, she was too lost in the moment to care.
That was the way she liked it.
Right now, she couldn’t hate herself for this weakness when it felt so good. He tongued her clit while his hands caressed her ass, drawing her closer until she was on the verge of screaming as the high she rode crested and broke apart.
The sting of her fangs piercing her lower lip was nothing compared to the ecstasy he unleashed. She was still coming down from the high he’d created when he removed her legs from his shoulders and rose over her.
She grasped his hand, dragging him down before he could pull her into his arms. Sheneededcontrol over this. Maybe then she could fuck whatever this was between them from her system.
When he was kneeling before her, she planted her hands on his chest and pushed him back so he lay on the ground. She climbed on top and straddled him.
When his eyes met hers, she saw confusion and yearning in them. She wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand what this was between them.
And she wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this but couldn’t stop wanting it. He was as baffled as her, but that wouldn’t stop either of them.
He seized her hips as she settled over him; she was desperate to feel his cock within her again. Shifting her hips, she moved to take his rigid shaft into her.
She groaned at the familiar sensation of him filling her as he spread her further and sank deeper. Every part of her became hyperaware of him as a feeling of belonging and rightness stole through her.
But how can this feel so right when everything about it issowrong?
