Page 45 of The Heartless One
“There is no greater worship of a god than giving him your body.” He reached for her ankle, drawing her skirts up slowly to reveal first one long leg, then the other.
She could feel his breath against her inner thighs. The panting puffs of air let her know he was just as affected by this as her. She gripped the stone arm wrapped around her chest, breathing out slowly as he lifted one of her legs and braced it on his shoulder.
“Elric—”
“If you are going to say anything, it should be to grace this temple with the cries of your pleasure, Jessamine. Anything else I will punish you for.”
She pitched her voice low as he pressed a kiss just to the left of where she wanted him most. “Won’t the other gods be able to hear? Even if they are dead?”
He looked up at her from beneath her skirts, their gazes meeting with passion and heat. “I want them to hear, nightmare.”
And then he devoured her.
With lips, teeth, and tongue, he sank into her body without mercy. She might have held on for a while, drowning in the pleasure without having a single cry drop from her lips. But he didn’t give her the chance. From his hands gripping her thigh wrapped around his neck, to the plunging tongue that sank into her body, she could hardly stand.
His stone figure kept her upright, though. And when she tilted her head back, she stared up into the stone face and knew there was no other god she would ever worship.
He sank his fingers inside of her, curling them just so, and she saw stars behind her eyes that only a god could have birthed. No temple had ever been desecrated so thoroughly, and yet she found prayers still dripping from her lips.
Prayers for more.
Invocations of need.
Moans that fell from her lips like hymns.
Supplication in the form of spread thighs and whimpered desire as the sounds of their pleasure filled the temple. Wet, slick sounds that were just as sacrilegious as they were the purest form of worship.
His stone statue shifted again, and she barely would have noticed if she didn’t hear him grind out, “Open your mouth, nightmare.”
She did, tilting her head back without question before fingers slipped between her lips. Cold, stone fingers that slowly felt warm as she sucked on them, and he groaned with her at the sensation.
She tightened, every muscle in her tensing as an orgasm rippled through her in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure that had her babbling out his name. And then he rose, standing from between her thighs as she shuddered in the endless pleasure that still ran throughout her entire body.
His face was wet with her desires. The statue shifted, freeing her mouth from its grip so Elric could grab her by the hair and pull her in for a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and the hunger that still ran throughout his entire body.
“Perfection,” he growled against her mouth. “Absolute perfection. Now, you will give me more.”
Elric stood behind the coven as they surveyed Elissa’s home. Obviously, a coven stuck together. Witches were stronger when they were capable of sharing magic and knowledge easily without having to sneak under the cover of night. It was a difficult thing to do when they were hiding from so many eyes.
But now they had a lady in their mix. A woman who was used to much more than what she had been given, and at the twisted expression on Agnes’s face, he didn’t think she was going to stay in this birdhouse.
Her grandson even looked a little… distraught.
Elric leaned over to mutter to the man, “I never caught your name.”
“Hugo.”
“Hugo,” he repeated with a nod, before looking at the expressions on the women’s faces.
Sybil was far too gleeful, and he could already tell she’d make all of this worse, given the chance. Of course, Elissa just wanted to go home. She looked at the others with far too much confusion, because she didn’t understand why the others weren’t as excited as she was. Jessamine just looked apathetic, while Agnes looked as though she had just stepped in horse shit.
“Hugo,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t think we’ll be staying here very long.”
“I don’t think we’ll be staying here at all.”
He didn’t suppose they would, not with Agnes looking like that.
“This simply won’t do!” Agnes said.
