Squeezing that handful of fat and flesh, he rolled my nipple, then wormed his free hand between us to take himself in hand. Nudging my thighs apart, he sent his length sliding through sodden lips. Lubricated by an easy glide, he thrust through my folds with a lazy roll of his hips. The tip of his cock teasing my clit when it sluiced through sodden heat, and peaked through to the other side.
Fists clenched, I tried to tip my pelvis down. To catch the head of his cock where I ached the most and take him inside.
Mumbled words vibrated against my nape. “Slept well?”
I lurched away from the sound of his voice. The smug cruelty that lapped at my shoulder and flickered through my chest.
“Mmm, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled. Following my retreat with one hand heavy on my hip. His prick still lodged between my thighs, I could feel his heartbeat throbbing at my core.
I didn’t think.
Couldn’t.
I reacted.
Hurling a barb, I launched an attack. Clumsy and faltering, I wormed my way deeper. Ravenous, hurting and depleted, I tried to feast on my elite. Tried to leave him drained and weak.
Helpless.
Just as he’d left me.
And so I felt it when he came fully awake. When he went still at my back, letting me take my fill. Above all… curious to see where this might lead.
I felt it all.
Every flickering emotion. Each and every one of his aches and pains.
Everything.
Groaning, he rolled, spread my thighs and draped my left knee over his hip, settling above me. Looming on the edge of action, he chose instead watch me with pupils blown wide as they might go. Hot and thick, but restrained, inky eyes fixed not to my nipples, but to my face. Sober now, I felt it when his curiosity became full-blown interest.
Wrists pressing into the cold bite of steel, I hiccuped. Straining against my restraints, I grew sloppy and unfocused as I neared the limit of what I could take.
“My turn,” he whispered, and showed me what an elite really was.
Pushing, he sent a bolt of energy through my skin.
The elite to my priestess,hefedme. Expelling massive quantities of pure, dark magic with a control that put my paltry attempt to shame.
Everywhere he touched, electrified. Ribs, nipples, stomach, he held himself aloft and let one hand wander. Caressing, his fingertips left corruption in their wake.
“I know you can feel it,” he murmured, and nudged at my entrance. Blunt and heavy, his tip sent lightning racing through my blood. Made me arch and mewl, shame heating my skin in such a way that I couldn’t help but succumb to it. “I know you can feel what you do to me. But let’s see,” he whispered, and flashed a devious grin, “what my sexy little vixen needs, hmm?”
I shook my head, but that was all I could muster before he turned the tide. Before he unleashed the opposite end of the spectrum and hit me with a wave of my own making.
Priestess magic.
What he held no rights to, but wielded as if he’d been trained by the Head Priestess herself.
Racing through my blood, he tasted and took. Feeding. Muscles trembling as he held himself in check, restrained, he showed me what controlreallywas.
And then he struck my shield.
“Ah,” he breathed, forehead dipping to bump against mine. “So this is what Sasha’s been teaching you, hmm?”
“N-no,” I whispered, eyes drifting shut on the denial I knew he could feel before it even crossed my lips.
He slipped one hand beneath my lower back, spread his fingers against the base of my spine, then pulled my hips into him. Grinding against the flood of wet heat, he tormented me with a surge of male arousal—both inside and out. The underside of his thick cock slid against my clit, throbbing where he was poised to claim. And when I tried to twist away, he sent heated blood to swell tissue already weeping for release.
