His laughter reverberates against my skin. “I’m adreishifter, my love. I can smell the truth on your skin, smell your lies.” The moist kiss of his breath over my ear sends a shiver through me. “You’re wet, Zyla. You’re so fucking wet for me. And I want to lick every last drop from your cunt. I want to fuck you so hard you scream.”
I kiss him roughly, biting at his lip.
It’s like I’ve unloosed the beast within him. His lips crash down on mine, taking control of the kiss as if he forged it. The stroke of his tongue finds mine, and then I’m lost, drowning in the feel of him, fixated on the sensation of every inch of skin pressed hard against me. His hands on my wrists promise to leave bruises, and some part of me yearns for it. But it’s the unconscious thrust of his hips that undoes us both. His cock feels like a brutish weapon, grinding right between my legs as if it too can sense how much my body wants it. He hits thatspot and I see stars, gasping, begging, undulating against him in order to chase after that wave of pleasure. It’s like the tide within me is receding, building up to one enormous crash of pleasure. The wave beckons me, need twisting through my body, the pressure of his cock sending my thoughts reeling.
Oh…
Fuck.
Please.
Growling, he turns and strides toward the bed, taking me with him. My back hits the mattress, and then he’s upon me, hips shoving my knees apart, cock hot and swollen as he thrusts against me, thwarted by the barest fabric of his sleep shorts.
“Oh, my Gods,” I cry, tilting my head back and arching into him.
It feels so fucking good.
Tugging my neckline lower, he captures my nipple between his lips. Hot hands curve over my breasts, cupping them.Gods, I want more. I gasp, lost in the sensation. I’m not entirely naïve of a man’s touch, but this… Nothing has prepared me for this.
Then he’s on his knees, a penitent warrior intending to do everything he’s just promised me. “Tell me you hate me.”
“I hate you.”
My mark blazes, burning.
Fisting his hands in the hem of my nightgown, he tears it straight up the middle. The shock of cool air against my bare skin leaves me feeling strangely vulnerable, but the throb of unfulfilled heat deep between my thighs begs for more. I’m so fucking wet I could drown an entire fleet of ships.
“Tell me no,” he breathes, looking down at me as if he’s never seen a naked woman before. There’s such… reverence in his eyes. And as he lowers himself to kiss the smooth skin just below my navel, I have to look away from him.
“No.” I sink my fingers through his hair, hauling him against me. “Never.Never.”
The burning mark tells of the consequences of my lies.
“Liar.” Bael grabs my ass in both hands, hauling me onto his mouth. Breathing me in, rubbing his face across the crease of my thigh as if he can barely help himself. “Goddess,” he gasps. “I’ve wanted to drink you in since the moment I saw you. I could smell you, smell this hot, wet cunt, slick just for me… Tell me no. Tell me not to taste you, to consume you. Beg me not to.”
I can’t do it.
The sight of him with his face buried between my thighs leaves me slick and swollen and I can’t do it.
All I ever had was revenge and my own cursed hand. And even if some male approached me, the temptation to share body heat just for one fucking night was never stronger than my drive for revenge.
But this… this is more than temptation. Whatever stands between us—whatever this accursed attraction is—it will never be slaked.
He’s right.
There’s a fire burning between us.
“Zyla,” he growls, rubbing his nose against my hip.
And I can’t contain myself any more.
My skin yearns for his touch. I’m so fucking wet. So hot. I need it. I need him.
“Do it,” I moan. “Make me scream. Finish me.”
Bael lunges forward, mouth hot as he claims me.
Histongue. Oh,fuck. I grab for something above me—anything—to hold onto as the flames within me ignite… His tongue is fucking perfection. It drives inside me in one long, hot, slow stroke that ends at my clit, before he suckles so firmly, I can barely contain the scream in my throat. I clutch helplessly at the bedhead, devastated in my desire for him.
