Page 124 of The Gathering
She stared at him, eyes hooded, already intoxicated and breathless. “What… about…”
“I gave you averyclear order, ma petite. Your gifts belong to me. Oui?”
She swallowed and nodded. “Oui,” she whispered, scooting back on the desk and putting her feet on the edge. Her sweet inhibition hit the air in his lungs. His fuckingfavorite. It was the part of her she’d only ever show him. Hecovetedit with all his being. “You want me to beg? Or you want me tomakeyou open those legs.”
He moved closer as she began that war with her shy self, knees slowly opening.
His eyes zeroed in on the incoming gift while his muscles judged the pace as pure fucking sin. He shoved her to the finish line, palms pressing against her inner thighs, his mouth at hers. “Feedme.”
“Bishop,” she gasped, reaching for his mouth with hers.
He gave it, letting her do all the tasting. “What?” he answered, working his hands under her ass and finding the edge of her panties.
Her breaths blasted on his mouth, her teeth gently nipping, tongue flicking along his lips as he peeled the lace off. He angled his head, opening wider when her moans entered her breaths.
He brought his first three fingers to her mouth. “Wet them, angel,” he whispered.
She went down on them, her greedy suck drawing a groan from his chest. Those tiny fucking whimpers and grunts begging for his worst.
He removed his fingers and gave his mouth back to her, working them into her slick silk. Her lips parted more with a thick, slow moan as he rotated left and right, feeling the tight walls till his hand met her body with a greedy push.
“Fuck it, angel,” he ordered, gently setting the motion.
She latched onto the back of his neck and lifted her hips then grabbed hold of his wrist with her other hand. The position locked him deep inside her, making his cock fucking jealous.
She began flicking and twirling, her moans rising, hand jerking on his wrist, his name on every breath, her kiss getting feral. “I need you,” she mewled.
“So helpless,” he gasped, silently begging her to take control. To take him and have him exactly the way she wanted. “I trust you, angel,” he swore. “To keep me.”
“Oh Bishop,” she breathed, nails digging into his wrist and neck.
“Yes,” he answered, his canines on fire at feeling her power pulsing and hungry.
“Suckmy pussy,” she ordered, eyes fire and filth as they locked onto his.“Suck itrightnow. Thenfuck methe way youknowI want it.”
Hisinsanityturned on, instantly and fully.
Between her legs, he obeyed with brutal precision, lapping slow and rough at her silk and clit then obediently sucking when she commanded him. “Oh baby yes, fuck my pussy with your tongue just like that… now suck my clit. Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I’m going to come all over your mouth, do you want that?”
Oh fuck, he was gone.
“I want it, I fucking want it,” he gushed all over her.
“Bishop,” she panted, collapsing onto the desk and holding his head in both her hands, opening her legs into a fucking split. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come all over your mouth, oh I’m gonna come, I’m coming, oh God I’m coming!”
He held her body in his hands, sucking the ecstasy from her, feeling it take every inch of her body, her cries going on and on and fucking on.
What a fucking orgasm.
“Kiss me,” she panted, breathless.
It was the only thing that could’ve moved his mouth from where it was. She held his face, and the storm in his blood paused for his angel’s delicate touch. “Your turn,” she whispered.
The words jolted his cock.
“Or is it mine?” She smiled while stroking his face. “Maybe this is a bad idea, you making me use my gift for this.”
He held her jaw, needing something to anchor his hunger. “Why?” he asked, moving his hand to her neck, the feel of silky muscle making his canines pulse.
