The orgasm came faster, more fiercely than I expected. It washed over me. The kiss of a lightning bolt, electricity wrapping around my bones, my mouth falling open.
With his lips wrapped around my pussy, Stone’s hooded gaze submerged itself in my broken expression.The wild stole his features, and he took my pussy into his mouth, a moan leaving him as he swirled his tongue around my clit.
His moans became a shiver in my bloodstream. Half misery, half ecstasy.
The taste must have excited him because one of his hands left the inside of my thigh and flew to his erected cock. He swiped his thumb across the tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum on the pad, then inched back to watch as he dragged his thumb from my slick entrance to my clit and back down again.
I looked down, seeing that he had cleaned all the blood from my sex.
Then I threw my head back and closed my eyes, grinding against his thumb until it left me, and my pussy was rolling back into his mouth. When I opened my eyes again, he was fisting his cock, dragging his palm up and down the monstrous erection.
Stone aroused by just the taste of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
A moan vibrated through him, his cock twitching between his thighs. His hungry licks turned into long, feverish drags when he squeezed his erect shaft.
I bit my lip, admiring him stroking himself passionately until his cock jerked in his fist, semen spilling over his fingers.
Stone’s hand left his cock, and he dragged his fingers through my sex, coating me with his semen. Then two soaked fingers sank inside me, and my orgasm clenched around them as he took my clit into his mouth.
“You are so sexy,” I whispered in a shallow breath, fisting the back of his head, my whole-body trembling. “You’re so sexy, and you have no idea.”
He looked up at me, grazing the bud with his tongue, the feeling insane. No longer able to hold myself up, my legs buckled, and I was melting into his arms.
“Circe,” he scraped out, dropping his head back into the chair and dragging my bottom closer. His cock was hot and heavy and twitching between my legs. I lay my head on his heaving chest, hearing his heart slam.
“Circe,” he repeated, a sigh as if he were speechless, and I absolutely hated that name on his lips. Silence spread between us, and then— “I don’t want to be alone.”
I froze. I’d forgotten about Weeping Hollow.
I’d forgotten about Kane, Cyrus, and the Shadows.
I’d forgotten about Mom and Sacred Sea and my plan.
I was too lost in it all.
I got back to my feet, his hands falling from my hips.
I turned and snatched my torn dress from the floor.
I felt Stone’s gaze follow me. “Wait.”
I ignored him, and out of the corner of my eye, he got to his feet, too.
“You can’t go out there. It’s too dangerous.”
I swiped my raincoat off the floor and glanced out the window and into the storm, unable to tell the sea apart from the sky.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t form a single thought. How was I supposed to steer a boat, much less survive without a working brain?
“Stop and listen to me,” he demanded, desperation in his tone.
Stone was angry. He didn’t know why he was angry, didn’t have the look on his face, but he was. I could hear it wrapped around his words.
“I can’t.” I slung my strap around my shoulder. “I wish I could, but I have to go.”
I turned back one last time, seeing Stone standing with his jaw flexing. I spun toward the door, grabbed the handle, and pulled it open. But Stone came up behind, slapping a hand against it until the door slammed shut.
I could feel the heat of him pressing against my back.
