Page 10 of Sinful Curses
When he stepped forward, his chest pressed against her back. With her hand still in his, he slid them between the valley of her breasts and down her flat stomach to the rounded hips of her hourglass figure.
He thought he’d recalled how good she felt in his arms, but he was wrong. Memories were nothing compared to the actual woman.
Lifting his lips from her neck, he rested them against her ear and whispered, “Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you, how you pleaded for me to go harder, faster,deeper?”
Her mouth parted as she turned her head toward him, and desire emanated from her. He felt the quickening of her body against his and knew she was already wet for him.
Oh yes,—he slid their joined hands between her thighs—I will have her again.
“Do you remember?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she whispered.
CHAPTERTEN
Sahira couldn’t thinkas her mind spun and her body clamored for release from the tension he so easily stoked within her. His breath against her, his erection prodding her back, and his hand guiding hers as he stroked her clit through the thin material of her pants were all she could think about.
She’d missed him. The realization screamed through her even as she tried to deny it, but she had. She’d missed his touch, the way his head tilted to the side when he looked at her, and his often obnoxious attitude.
Before coming out here, she’d been adamant she’d prefer never to see him again, but it would have been a lie. She’d done everything she could to forget him and to deny something different passed between them that night… or at least for her.
In all her life and different partners, she’d never had a man make her body come alive the way Orin did or make her come as hard as he did. Maybe it was a dark fae thing; maybe they had that effect on everyone they were with, but she didn’t think so.
She knew plenty of men and women who had slept with a dark fae and easily moved on to their next bedmate. Yes, the dark fae were known for their sexual prowess, but none had raved about the experience, and they’d all moved on without a problem. If they’d experienced the same bliss and wild abandon she had with Orin, they would have at least hesitated.
As much as she hated him sometimes, she didn’t think she could ever move completely on from Orin. It had taken nearly all of her four hundred and fifty-three years to be as uninhibited with a man as she was with him.
She’d keep that buried deep inside her; he could never know. He’d only use it as a weapon against her, which should make her pull away from him, but her legs wouldn’t move. His mouth returned to her neck, and his kisses sent shivers down her spine.
“It was so good between us,” he whispered before nipping her shoulder. “It will be better this time.”
Itwasso good between them… until everything went horribly wrong.
An image of that nymph sitting on his lap, the night after they had sex, flashed through her mind. He’d smiled and waved at her from his stool while flaunting his newest conquest.
They were trapped in this desert, and she was one of only two women. He was probably hungry, but that wasn’t her problem.
She hadn’t asked him to join them on this trip; he’d forced his way onto it without the proper supplies and no way to feed his dark fae appetite. He would have to face the consequences of his shitty choices because she wouldn’t be his food supply until they broke out of this realm or turned back.
Despite her body begging for release from the sexual tension he created, she jerked her hand, and his, away before slamming both their hands into the rock wall. The pain that flared through her hand was a welcome reprieve from the screaming ache of her body.
Head bowed, she resisted gasping for air while struggling to control herself. “No.”
He’d frozen against her when she pulled her hand away, and his lips lifted from her neck. He didn’t move away as his mouth hovered near her ear.
“You’re going to deny yourself this?” he demanded in a raspy voice.
“Yes.” She said the word while her body wept over its denied release.
“You know how good it is between us.”
“And I know howbadit goes afterward.”
Regaining more control, she turned in his arms. She planted her palms against his chest to push him back a step. “I’m not your toy or the piece of ass you use to nourish you while you’re here. I’m nothing toyou, but I am something tome, and I won’t do this again.”
She went to push past him, but before she could, he rammed his hand into the stone. Bits of the fractured rock rained around her as his face twisted into a snarl.
“But you’d fuck the demon,” he spat.
