Page 18 of The Heartless One
Keeping his gaze on hers in the mirror, he flicked his thumb over her nipple, circling the peak until it became hard enough to see through the thin fabric.
“I want to touch you,” he murmured against her throat. “I want to hear those little noises you make when you’re so close to shattering. I want to feel you come wrapped around me like a fist.”
“Then kiss me, Elric.”
She’d already tilted her face toward him. All he had to do was seal his lips over hers and his restraint immediately snapped. His grip on her tightened. He wrapped his free hand around her neck, holding her in place so she had to endure the fervor of his need as he claimed and devoured her lips. His hand slid down her stomach, feeling the muscles tense there as he pushed her bodice down to the skirts around her waist.
“All of it,” he growled against her mouth. “Take all of it off.”
He wasn’t sure who stood first, only that they did. He ripped his shirt over his head, tossing his pants down as quickly as he could until they were standing naked before each other. Bare as they were the first time.
This was different. They weren’t drowning in the adrenaline of a successful battle. They weren’t in a magical cave where they were wild and free to be themselves.
They were here, together, in a bedroom with soft firelight that turned her skin from pale to pristine marble. Her dark hair had been brushed into a waterfall that fell over her shoulders, the dark locks glistening like oil poured over water. She was beyond stunning. She was beauty incarnate, and he had never seen a creature such as this. The shadows between her ribs called to him. The dusty pink of her nipples made his mouth water, and the dark thatch of hair that hid her from his sight made him want to throw her to the ground and claim her with animalistic need.
“Elric,” she whispered, perhaps growing a little uncomfortable with his staring. “Would you like me to get onto the bed?”
“No,” he growled, his voice barely recognizable. “No, I want you to come over here, turn that ass to me, and hold on to the bedpost.”
“The post?”
But she did as he said. She walked over to him and turned, her hands wrapping around the post. The mirror gave him the perfect angle to watch her. He could see everything from where he stood. Her pretty face and the bright red flush traveling down to her chest. And all he had to do was glance down to admire the round peach of her ass and the delicate arch of her spine.
She met his gaze in the mirror and held on to the post without him having to remind her. It made her back arch so perfectly, with a little shadow in the dip, and he had to plant his hand there. He had to put his palm right in that hollow she’d created.
He said nothing. He just kept his gaze locked with hers as he slowly sank to his knees behind her. Pressing her down, giving him the best view in the world as she leaned just right.
The visuals were the first thing he had to give up, but he was graced instead with her taste. He buried himself in her, licking through her folds as her flavor exploded on his tongue. She was salty and earthy and everything a woman should be.
Her moan echoed in his ears. The perfect sound. The only sound that he wanted to hear as the faintest creak from the bedpost warned him that her grip had tightened.
Elric worked her as though he were a dying man. He needed her to know that he adored her. That of all the witches he would meet, she was forever the one that he wanted. The only one who made him feel like a person, and so he poured those feelings into her flesh.
Every lick, every suck, every lingering stroke of his tongue was made to make her addicted to him. He didn’t give her a break. Not when her legs started to shake, nor when her knees buckled. He just wrapped his arm around her hips and held her there until she shrieked his name.
He could feel her pulsing, just as he said he’d wanted to. Clenching around his tongue, but that wasn’t even enough. So he buried two fingers inside of her as well, right at the peak of her orgasm, and savored the sudden choked sound she made and how her entire body sagged into him.
“Perfect,” he muttered against her skin, pressing a kiss to the back of each thigh. “Truly perfect.”
“Elric,” she whimpered, regaining her footing.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not yet. So he straightened behind her, repositioning her hands so she was upright again. Holding on to her hip with one hand, he gripped himself with the other and met her gaze in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he said, notching the head of his cock against her folds. “Watch how beautiful you are when you take me.”
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back in her head as he sank into her, inch by warm, wet inch. He took his time indulging himself. He wanted to feel her this time. There was no rush, no hurry. He wanted this moment to be imprinted on their minds forever.
“Eyes on our reflection, Jessamine.” He gathered her hair in his hand, tugging her head back so she was forced to look at the mirror. Those pretty dark eyes were so wide, so needy, as he drew out of her.
“Try harder,” he said as her eyes drifted shut again. He wanted her to see them. To watch them. To see the absolute vision of their pleasure as he slammed back in.
They both groaned together, the guttural sounds so perfect in the still quiet of the room. Raw and unbound, he fucked her. Pounding against those pretty round globes and watching her blush spread over her entire body. She was breathing hard now, and so was he. The sway of her body, the way she took him so well, even the way she looked in the mirror and fought so hard to keep her eyes open. All of it captivated him.
“Give it to me,” he rasped. “All of it, princess.”
She clenched around him, so hard it made him see stars, and then he could feel her exploding around him. Every tiny grasp of her muscles, every twitch of her body that surrounded him.
Elric tumbled into pleasure after her, incapable of denying what her body wanted from him. He pulsed deep inside her, one fist holding her hair like reins and his other clutching her hip, perhaps a little too tight. By all the magic in this realm, she made him feel like he was so much more than just a god of the dead.
