“If you think batting those Bambi eyes gets you—”
Her lips crashed into mine. Sweet. Clumsy. Desperate. Fingers wound in my hair as she poured every ounce of trembling need into the kiss. When she pulled back, her pupils had swallowed the gray.
“Dark take me,” I gasped.
“No,youtakeme. Now.”
She kissed me again. Softer. A brush of lips that tasted like promises and cherry lip gloss. Then she straddled my lap, her messy curls tumbling over her pert tits and those milky legs bracketing my hips andbat’sbonesnight’steethshe was trying to ride me!
“Easy, rodeo queen.” My fingers dug into the crease where thigh met ass as the head of my cock nudged her entrance. “You want to play cowgirl? Let’s—Cruor!”
She sank down in one smooth slide, taking my whole length with a broken whimper.
My vision whited out. Heat. Pressure. Every nerve ending short-circuited. For a dhampir/whatevs, I should’ve handled it better, butbleedingnightsweetmercyshe was a live wire wrapped in velvet.
She froze, nails digging crescent moons into my shoulders. For one heart-stopping moment, I thought she was hurt.
Then she giggled.
Giggled.
“Your face!”
“Trying to kill me?” I slapped her ass, reveling in the tiny jiggle. “Better ride me like you mean it, peach. Lemme watch you—”
She rocked. Just an inch, stealing my breath.
“Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that,” I squeaked. “Now bounce, sweetheart.”
The first tentative rocks became jerky thrusts, her tits inches from my face. I caught one peak between my teeth.
“Zane!”
Smirking, I switched to her other nip, flicking the stiff bud with my tongue.
“Am I doing it right?”
“No. Faster. Harder.” I guided her movements, knees propping her up. “Yeah, there you go. Keep that rhythm, and I’ll be your pony for life.”
“Must younarrate?” Cas groaned.
“Quiet, choirboy. Adults arennghpracticing multiplication.” Her little tits were perfect in my hands, just the right size for my palms. “Look at you. A natural-born cock jockey and didn’t even know it.”
“Zane!” Ko and Cas howled in unison.
“A what?” She hiccuped a laugh, sweat-damp curls sticking to her forehead.
“New rule.” I thrust upward, punching a yelp from her lips. “Never wear pants around your husbands.”
Her laughter came breathless and bright until it didn’t. Her rhythm faltered as her hands slipped on my chest, her arms shaking and her hips cramping.
“I can’t. Zane, Ican’t!”
Tears glistened on her lashes.
Oh.
