Page 97 of Wicked Curses
But that wouldn’t be much fun for him, and he’d sworn he’d hear her scream his name in ecstasy. She cried out as she took him deep into her until he was settled fully inside her warm, inviting body.
Orin’s head tipped back as her sheath clenched around him.Fuck, she’s tight!And feltamazinglygood.
Resting one hand against the wall, he held her while her hips thrust forward. She slid up until he was nearly out of her before sliding down again. Her calculated movements were a ruthless tease as her fingers bit into his nape and she drank from him.
As their joining created sexual energy in the air, he feasted on the strength of it as his hunger abated. Gradually, her movements became more demanding as she rode him with a savagery he more than matched. She wasn’t the only one who was desperate to feed.
Grasping her nape, he held on to her as she planted her hands on the wall behind him. He sensed the increase in her pulse and the small tremors working their way through her before they unfurled into something more.
With a loud cry, she finally broke her bite on him as her back bowed and her body trembled like a plucked bowstring. And he’d most certainly enjoyed plucking her, though he would have preferred some light to watch her come apart.
He’d remedy that soon.
She leaned forward in his arms and rested her hands on his chest. If she thought she would stop this now, she was sadly mistaken.
But she didn’t try to push him away. Instead, her fingers raked his flesh as she started moving again, and the energy they created rose between them.
He feasted on it while she leaned forward and bit him again. Her bite didn’t last as she released it to move down to bite his shoulder. He released her and her feet hit the ground as she moved down his body.
The pleasure and pain she created mingled until he was on the verge of coming while their bodies worked together to give and take in equal measure.
When her lips found his, he clasped the back of her head and kissed her. She tasted of honey, blood, rapture, and sin; he relished it as their tongues entwined. She cried out his name against his mouth, and he grinned at the sound.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“Orin,” she gasped as she came.
This time, he followed her over the edge as he came so hard his teeth clamped shut, his back bowed, and tingles raced up and down his spine. The force of his orgasm left him shaken as she collapsed in his arms.
CHAPTERSEVENTY-ONE
Sometime later,Sahira came to enough to take in her surroundings. Hours ago, she’d removed her protection spell above so Orin could go upstairs, retrieve the mattress from her bed, and bring it and a candle down.
The things they’d done to each other in the hours since should have made her blush, but it had been centuries since she was a blushing maiden. Still, she’d never done those things or been that uninhibited with any other man.
Maybe it was because he was a dark fae and had some knack for making his partners less reserved, or perhaps it was because she was so far gone in sating her bloodlust, she hadn’t stopped to think about what they were doing. And even if she had, it felt too good to stop.
Now, she woke to discover herself nestled against Orin’s side. Occasionally, the scarogs would still slam into the side of the building. She didn’t know if they were still seeking a way in or were simply crashing into things out there.
Either way, they didn’t scare her. They wouldn’t get in here, and though it was foolish of her, she felt safe in Orin’s arms.
You’re an idiot.
It was true, and this little cocoon of theirs would soon end, but for now, she felt secure and more satisfied than ever before.
She’d also come more times than she could count throughout the night, more times than with any other man, and impossibly, she cravedmore.
While she could blame their first time together on having gone without feeding, which intensified her bloodlust until it made her out of control, she couldn’t blame their second, third, fourth, or fifth times on that. And she couldn’t blame her need for more on it either.
She was more sated on blood than she’d been in years. It hadn’t clouded her judgment at all; she’d given herself to him because as much as she didn’t want to desire him, she did.
She was a fool, but she was a thoroughly fucked, fed, and happy fool.
When Orin’s fingers ran lazily up and down her arm, she was alerted that he was awake again too. When she sensed a change in his heartbeat and touch, her body reacted to it.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Despite that, she didn’t worry she might become one of the shadow kissed the dark fae sometimes left in their wake. She could never let herself turn into one of those mindless sex slaves.
She now understood how easy it could be for an immortal to lose themselves to the dark fae’s touch and give over control of themselves, but that would never be her. No matter how good this felt and how lost she’d been to him, she’d managed to retain part of herself.
