I wasn’t ready—nor was she—to fuck her. I wasn’t sure if she was even ready for this, but the heat and eagerness in her gaze and my own desperate yearning overrode any sense I had left.
Even though Bezaliel had tempted me with the thought, I’d convinced myself that fucking her wasn’t a wise move, no matter how badly I wanted it. But I could have this. I could sink into her mouth and let her suck me.
“On your knees for me, princess,” I coaxed softly.
She eased down until her knees hit the snowy ground. I grunted approval at her eagerness to comply. Her mouth quirked in a small smile but vanished just as quickly.
“What do I do?” she asked, an anxiousness in her eyes as she still came down from the high of her orgasm.
“Just open your mouth and let me in. You don’t have to do anything else.”
She gripped my bare hips and opened her mouth, her eyes drifting up to mine.
Vix’s blood.I was going to be sent to the lowest level of the hells for this, I was sure of it. And I simply did not give a fucking damn.
Cradling the back of her nape gently, I whispered, “Yes, tilt your head up so I can see those eyes.”
She did, holding my gaze as I slid the reddened tip of my cock into her mouth. I clenched my other fist into her loose hair, myknuckles pressed against the back of her skull. I pumped inside a little farther, letting her get used to the sensation.
“So good, sweetheart,” I crooned. “You’re doing so good.”
She whimpered then suctioned her lips, her cheeks hollowing. The sight of her sent me spiraling closer to coming. She was so fucking beautiful.
“Gods, yes. Just like that,” I praised her, fucking her mouth a little deeper, tapping the back of her throat. “Feels so fucking good. Your mouth will be the death of me.”
I pumped inside her once, twice, then I couldn’t hold on any longer. With a deep groan, I spent some of my come inside her mouth then pulled myself free, ejaculating onto her up-turned throat.
“Swallow that down for me,” I told her, a possessive need gripping me in an iron fist.
She closed her mouth and swallowed as I finished pumping onto her neck and upper breasts. When I was done, my chest heaving, I stared at the mess I’d made of her, knowing I had crossed a line that I couldn’t return from.
I was doomed, for I knew now that I would take her to my bed. I didn’t care if it jeopardized my clan in any way. All I knew was the deep-seated desire I had for this woman which had grown into a monster of its own. The question was, would this monster ruin me, possibly kill me in the end, like it had my father? And did I even care if it meant I could have Jessamine?
“Here,” I quickly laced my trousers and helped her to stand. Her skin had dimmed to its normal hue, the brighter gleam of her magick fading.
She lifted the hem of her cloak to clean the mess on her throat and the top of her breasts.
I took the cloak from her. “Tilt your head back.”
She did, and I wiped her clean, though I couldn’t help but rub a drop of my come into her skin with my thumb at hercollarbone. I wanted my scent all over her, so even my men knew not to touch her. The thought of another male touching her made me feral. I knew then and there I was completely lost to reason. I now understood the danger of maddening obsession, of how my father had lost his mind and taken my mother when he should not. And yet, even recognizing how quickly I’d fallen, I couldn’t turn back. It was far too late.
Once she was clean, I finally met her gaze, hoping I wouldn’t find regret there. I didn’t, though there seemed to be disappointment.
“I apologize if I pushed you too much.”
“You didn’t. I wanted to do it.” She frowned. “Though I didn’t know what I was doing, really.”
“You knew well enough, I promise.”
She nodded, her brow still pinched.
“What’s wrong?”
Now she wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Are you embarrassed by being intimate with me?”
“No.”
