“I knew there had to be a benefit of being a short-ass,” I murmured, completely breathless.
Louis laughed. “You’re the perfect size.”
He was perfect.
“I need you,” I said, ready to ask for what I wanted.
His smile was slow and I groaned before his jeans disappeared in a flash of magic. We were both naked now, and it could have been weird and awkward, especially since I’d basically just sat on his face, but there was none of that between us.
Tomorrow I’d probably blame the nonexistent alcohol in my system for my behavior, but right now I just wanted Louis.
He lowered me a little further, and the top of his cock teased my entrance. I groaned, wiggling against him. “Holy shit, you’re so big,” I moaned, pushing myself further down onto him.
His smile was sexy. “You can take me. We were made for each other.”
As if to prove his point, my body gave up whatever resistance had been there, and he slid all the way inside. At the current angle Louis was holding me against the wall, he was so deep inside that my center ached. He started to move, slowly at first, and I threw my head back against the wall as the sensations built to their peak.
How was he doing this to me? How could he make me feel so much so fast? “What sort of magic is this?” I asked out loud.
“Not magic,” Louis murmured against my neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “The mate bond. It’s beyond all magic.”
My body lost control before I could stop it, and I really had been trying to draw out the pleasure as long as I could. I cried out and rocked harder into Louis, while he lifted me higher and slammed into me with force. When I cried out for the third time, his eyes glowed with a murky purple light.
“You’re mine, Elizabeth Teresa Montgomery,” he said forcefully, leaning even closer to me.
I cried out, the fourth orgasm of the night rocking through me, and by the end I was feeling light-headed as I panted in small gasps.
Louis pulled back from the wall then, turning and walking toward my large bed. He spun around and lowered himself back while I was still on top of him, his hard cock buried deep inside.
“I think we can go five, don’t you?” His hands went to my hips then and he lifted me, starting to move up and down.
At first I wasn’t sure, but he proved me wrong as his hands gripped me. All too soon, my body responded, and I lost all control, slamming myself down on him as I rode him as hard and fast as I could. It wasn’t until right at the end, when I felt the tightening on my center again, those spirals of pleasure rocketing from my clit to my toes, that Louis slowed us down, heavy hands on my hips keeping me in place as he surged up inside of me in long, slow strokes, over and over. And when my world shattered, he groaned and jerked inside of me, over and over, drawing out my fifth orgasm.
I collapsed on top of him, and he pulled me closer, his arms tight around my body. It took me many minutes to get my breathing and pulse under control, because aftershocks continued to rock through my sensitive body. I was going to be sore, even with advanced healing, because he had almost sexed me to death. I was sure of it.
“Come on,” he said softly, his hands buried in my hair. He was always touching my hair, and I had to say I liked it a little too much. He lifted us both, our bodies still not separated, and carried me into the bathroom. I was exhausted, my head lolling against his shoulder, and I didn’t even jump when the warm water crashed down on me. There was so much unspoken between us, and sex probably shouldn’t have been the first thing that happened upon seeing Louis again, but I still didn’t care.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he finally lowered me to the ground.
No.Nodding, I reached for the body wash. “Yes, I’m great. You?”
He caged me in against the dark tiles of my shower, arms around my head and against the wall. “I know we need to talk,” he said softly. “But right now all I can think about is taking you again.”
The soap dropped to the ground with a clunk, but neither of us turned away. Instead I reached out and placed both hands on his chest, lifting myself on tiptoes so I could get closer to his lips. He lowered his head to me, and our kiss was slow and teasing. He ran his tongue across my lips and I opened my mouth, allowing him as much access as he wanted.
“You taste so good,” he groaned, and I returned that with a groan of my own. “I want to eat you.”
I was reminded of him eating me against the wall, and I lowered my hands then, wrapping them around his already hard cock. I stroked him once and then again, and he fisted both hands into my hair, holding me in place. Louis liked to be in control, that much was obvious, and I liked when he dominated me. Most ways, I was strong, but here I trusted him to protect me, so I released my own control.
“Are you too sore?” he bit out, leaning further into my hands.
I shook my head, because I was too turned on to speak. He took me then, slow and strong against the wall of my shower, hot water beating down on us. And I got my sixth orgasm of the night.
I’d definitely underestimated him, and he took great pleasure in proving that to me.
Eventually we got clean, and stumbling out of the shower, I wrapped one of the large towels around myself, my body absolutely spent.
“Sleep,” I murmured, and I received a grin in return.
