Reaching for the large, leather-bound book, her fingers hummed with power as soon as she touched it.
Sin’s eyes widened, gaping at Max for an explanation.
He nodded. “Open it.”
Upon opening the first page, she stopped breathing.
Grimoire Mistbourne
Seraphina
Callista
Thessalia
Iris
Ella
“Who is Ell-” Sin covered her mouth, swaying slightly. Max’s large hand rubbed her back. His fingers brushed her hair behind her ear, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.
Turning the page, she found drawings of her mother, her ancestors, and a small child—one that was happy, unchained.
Max’s eyes widened when Sin met them, tears streaming down her face.
“How did you do this?”
“I told you. Your mother was a revered witch. This grimoire is her legacy, and it belongs with you. For caution, we’ll keep it here—”
Sin threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. His hands braced her back, sliding around her waist. Her body trembled against his, though she made no sound.
Climbing onto his lap, she straddled him, pulling back to claim his lips. It started soft, but the moment her tongue sought entry, a fire blazed between them once more.
He didn’t hold back, grinding himself against her core, hardened again. His hands grazing her thighs, gripping her hips as she rubbed against him wantonly.
She cursed the pants he still wore.
Reaching down with fae strength, she ripped them open, salivating at the sight of his perfectly scaled cock.
Later, she thought. Later, she’d play with it like she fantasized constantly. Right now, all she needed was him.
He lifted her hips, hovering her above him, and as he nudged against her, she sat.
They both groaned as if they’d been waiting ages for this, his hands painfully tight on her hips as she rocked against him.
“That’s it,” he guided her. “Take what you need.”
She mewled at his words, at the perfect fullness of him inside her.
When they first met, she wanted every single cock in the room, even if it would kill her. Now, she felt she’d die if she didn’t have his, and his alone.
As if he heard her thoughts, he gripped the back of her neck. “You’re the only person I’ll ever need, I’ll ever want. I don’t needmoney, power. Fuck, I don’t even need food or water if it means losing you. Do you understand?”
She sobbed, rolling her hips slower, but harder, forcing him deeper.
“Fuck, don’t cry, my love,” he kissed the tears from her cheeks. “Just take me. Take this cock however you want, because it belongs to you.”
He leaned back on the couch, admiring her body as she moved. “So beautiful,” he muttered, tracing her scars as she thrust slowly, not with frenzied need, but like a love letter. The candles around them blazed as her orgasm built, flames towering as she fell over the edge.
