Page 174 of Blood of the Fairest

Reaching for her hands, I guide them to my hair until she tangles them there.

"Guide my tongue," I rasp, sucking on the little nub at the top of her cunt.

Verena's back arches at that. She swears, throwing her head back on the pillow with her red hair a mess around her.

So I do it again. I continue to lap and taste, my moans of enjoyment and her sweet sounds of pleasure coalescing in this room.

Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling and tugging deliciously until she has me where she wants, her thighs tensing sometimes around my ears.

Soon, she's dripping the way I want. I slide my fingers through it once more, finding that entrance and sliding a finger inside her snug warmth.

Fuck. If this is how she feels wrapped around my finger, how will it feel to plunge my cock into her?

At just that thought, a sudden wave of intense pleasure builds in me so fucking fast that I freeze. I have to bear down and shut my eyes tightly to fend off the overwhelming urge.

"Eris?" Verena pants above me on the bed.

"Crones. I think…I think I can," I manage, voice strained.

She's still too drenched in pleasure to understand at first as she sits up, her hands still teasing through my hair.

"You can…? Oh—fuck, you mean you can come. Thank god. I didn't want to be the only one getting my metaphorical rocks off."

For someone so blunt, she uses many confusing metaphors.

Verena pulls my face up to hers, and I groan when she tastes herself on my lips.

I settle over her as she spreads her legs, still propped up to kiss me. When one of her hands moves between us and strokes my stiffness, I jolt and break away to pant into her neck.

"Sensitive?" she teases. She strokes me again, and the little carnal rasp in her voice makes me shudder. "I can't even imagine how pent up you must be. God, you're so hard. I want to suck on this next, okay?"

It's unbelievably difficult to contain myself when she puts that image in my mind—not to mention the pure, blissful havoc her hand is wreaking on me. I had no idea her touch there would feel so different from my own.

And then Verena guides me lower, arching her back as she drags my tip against her warm, dripping entrance.

Goddess. Crones. Faeries. Whatever power will keep me from finishing, please let me last.

I don't care how pent up I am. I need this to last longer.

But Verena is already slotting my straining need into the most incredible thing I've ever felt, swiveling her hips to help me slide in.

"Fuck," I choke, before ramming hard into her.

She gasps, throwing her head back as I truly go mad. Soon, I am thrusting in and out of her cunt, kissing and sucking my way up her neck as she cries out in pleasure.

She squeezes around me, adding to the sweetest agony I've ever known.

I grip Verena's thigh, raising it higher around my hip to grind deeper into her with a moan. When I do, she jolts, swearing and shaking. She clenches so tightly around me as she reaches her finish that I lose it.

My cock jerks and unleashes, my teeth gritting as the most intense sensation I've ever known sweeps through my entire body.

This pleasure is far more violent than our tender kiss earlier.

It's hungry and demanding, crippling my ability to think. Yet I know I will crave this—crave her—until the day my existence ends.

Finally, I begin to catch my breath, braced over Verena with my forehead resting on hers. She's still recovering beneath me, but her eyes sparkle up at mine.

She cranes up to kiss me. "That was…wow. Just wow. I want another round soon."