Page 72 of Judge of Saints and Sinners

His massive body shuddered as I spoke, and then he was kissing me again, his tongue slick and hot against mine, teasing and playing before retreating. My fingers sank into his hair as his mouth trailed lower, across my collarbone once more, before stopping to hover over my breasts, where my nipples were peaked and begging for attention.

His hot breath warmed my flesh. I squirmed under him, hoping that he would put me out of this misery. “Nephesh.”

The smug bastard smiled, and my heart fluttered. “A chance is all we need.”

“And all we have.”

Nephesh’s eyes flashed that bright, unnatural red just before his mouth brushed over my nipple. The heat of his mouth coupled with the gentle rasp of one fang made my whole body jump. He tempered the initial attack on my senses with a slow swirl of his tongue over my sensitive skin.

“Oh God, yes, right there, Nephesh.” Clasping my knees to his sides, I writhed against him. His free hand slipped up high to press against my throat.

“As much as I want to hear you call out my name, mate, you’re going to bring out a side of me you aren’t ready for if you keep talking like that.”

I ignored the presence of his hand on my throat and moved my hand to grip his wrist. “I’m not afraid of you, Nephesh.”

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Nephesh

Fire raced down my spine, making my breath come short in my lungs as her words sank into my skin. She wasn’t afraid of me, and I could feel the truth of her words as she spoke them. The bond in my chest pulsed wildly with every breath she took.

I knew then that I loved her. More than the simplicity of the words. I loved her, and I was loved in return. She didn’t fear the dark parts of me like I thought she might. Instead she embraced me, even called for me as I finally allowed myself to recognize what had been staring at me this entire time.

She was mine, and I was hers. I let the tension in my magic free, allowing more of my glamor to fall. I had control over the most monstrous of my forms, but for once, he seemed content to sit back and enjoy. And so my silver hair grew longer, swirling across my shoulders, parted by the reappearance of swirling horns, which had disappeared once I’d been struck down during our escape.

And I knew when I looked at her next, sparks of fire raced through the shadows all around us, illuminating the way she looked up at me. Not in fear, but with a kind of desperate need that matched the one pounding in my body.

My hand was still pressing on her neck, and I released her now, loving the way she immediately followed my hand so that she could run a finger down one horn.

“You’re beautiful.”

I growled as her fingers made contact, the caress driving home just how badly I needed her. I ducked away, resuming my attempt to taste every part of her. After dropping a kiss on the breast I’d neglected before, I pressed my lips against her ribs then lower to the soft curve of her belly that flexed and quivered under my tongue.

I only looked at her a moment, seeing the way she nodded eagerly, before I guided her legs over my shoulders. Her skin was like satin but didn’t compare at all to the slick, heat of her core. Letting my long, demonic tongue drop out, I traced the lines of her first, the taste of her making my cock ache as I ground myself against the edge of the mattress.

She was perfect, and I was instantly an addict for not only the way she tasted, but the way her body moved against my mouth. In all of my life, I’d never felt the rush of pleasure and satisfaction that this moment brought as I drove my mate into pleasure.

Pulling back, I pressed a kiss to her thigh, my fingers pressing into that heat, thrusting deep and watching the beautiful arch of her body as I slowly fucked my fingers into her. I knew I wanted to be inside her, and I would, but this time, I wanted to just watch her pleasure. I wanted to savor it, to soak up every moment without being clouded by my own needs.

With one hand on her hip, I guided her frantic movements, two fingers stretching her, feeling the flutter of her muscles as her soft cries grew louder.

“Nephesh, I’m…”

My mouth watered as I pressed another kiss to her thigh, sucking hard against the flesh there. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since the first time you opened that saucy little mouth, thief. Been dreaming of the sounds you would make. The way you would call my name. So don’t be shy, mate. Let me hear you.”

“It feels so good, Nephesh. Please don’t stop.”

A smile curled my lips. “I am at your command. Tell me everything.”

She tossed her head against the pillows.

Fed by her proximity and our connection, I could feel my power growing, circling us, protecting us from the outside. “Tell me.”

Her pale cheeks were flushed in a way that I found intoxicating. It was the same pink tone that darkened her thighs where I’d kissed and licked just a moment ago. Her back was arched. My fingers were waiting, poised to bring her every pleasure when she finally spoke.

“Harder, please. I need harder.”

My cock jerked, but I ignored it again, following the uttered, desperate order from my mate, thrusting my fingers into her harder, the slick sound of her wetness against my palms enough to make a sweat break out across my body.