Page 255 of Infernal Secrets

“Yeah, I’m not coming like this.”

I squealed when he lifted me, spinning us until he lay on his back, head resting on my pillows. I straddled his waist. But before I could line myself up with his cock, his fingers tightened on my waist. I glanced at him in question.

“Sit on my face.”

“What?” I squeaked.

“I want to taste you again.”

“Ash… your horns.” I wasn’t on board with stabbing myself in the thighs.

He cursed. “Sorry. I’ve never… not in my alternate form.”

“Wait. Really? You’ve never had sex looking like this?”

“No.” He sat up and guided me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. “I’ll never let anyone but my mate see me like this while I make love to them. And certainly not for a quick fuck.”

My heart skipped at the declaration.

Lowering his upper body between my legs, he dragged his tongue through my slit. I whimpered at the contact, wiggling my hips to encourage him to do it again.

His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked hard as he buried two fingers in the warmth of my body, causing my back to arch off the bed.

I clawed at the headboard as he took me apart with his fingers and mouth.

His free hand slid over my hip, across my stomach, and up to my breast, toying with my nipple without lifting his mouth from me.

“Ash,” I whined, repeating his name three more times before my breath hitched and the telltale flutters of an impending orgasm rippled through my core.

“That’s it, Little Blackbird. Come for me.”

The growl against my sensitive flesh became my undoing.

I shattered.

His arm curled over the top of one of my shaking thighs while I squirmed and bucked against his continued thrusts as he saw me through my orgasm, never releasing my clit from his mouth.

Only when my muscles stopped contracting did he withdraw his fingers and sit back on his heels. I moaned as he sucked his fingers into his mouth and groaned, eyes rolling back.

He moved over me, bracketing my body with his arms as he held himself above me.

I lifted a shaking hand to one of his horns and petted it, barely finding the energy after he sucked my soul out through my clit.

“Are you okay?” He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” I laughed. “I’m more than okay.”

He looked at the bite mark on my breast with a grimace.

“Ash, marking me doesn’t mean you hurt me.” I reached for him, pulling him down into a hug, avoiding stabbing myself on his horns. “Love bites aren’t painful. At least that one wasn’t.”

“No?”

“No.”

He sat back with a smile, his chest puffing a little.

“What?”