Page 35 of Fated to the Damned
I keep going, though, loving the way it feels to touch her. I run the cloth over her arms, smoothing her skin with my other hand. I swear it feels like magic is crackling against my flesh when I touch her, like I’m getting stronger just being near her.
We don’t talk as I keep going, but the tension builds until I’m on my knees before her. Gently, I tug one leg out from under her and wipe clean, then do the other.
When I finish, though, I don’t rise. I don’t want to stop touching her. I don’t want to give up on this moment.
And more than anything I want a fucking taste.
“Nikolai,” she breathes. Her chest is heaving, and I can smell her arousal. It has my cock hardening, begging to be buried in that tight pussy.
“Yes?”
I should stop this. I know I should. I’ve already gone too far, and I know that I won’t recover this time. I’ll have nothing to blame it on, and we’ll both be forced to face a truth I can’t handle…
I want this human more than air itself.
Not her body. Not her blood.
I want to own every part of her. I want to feel her thrumming in my veins and squirming under me while her walls milk my cock for every drop of release only she can wring from me.
I want her soul and her smile and her heart.
I want her.
“Please…” She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as she spreads her legs open and I see there is nothing under my tunic. It stirs something wild and feral in me, knowing she’s cloaked in my scent. “Make me forget.”
Slowly, I kiss up her legs just like the first time, my eyes locked on her soft, pink folds. My heart pounds in my chest as I come to a stop between her thighs and I reach out to gently part her, my fingers brushing against the moisture that glistens there.
Leaning in, I moan, breathing in the scent of her. And with slow precision, I lick up her slit. She tastes sweet and earthy, like sun-warmed nectarines and wildflowers. My tongue darts out to swipe over her clit, and she lets out a soft gasp.
I savor the sound, loving the way she responds as I start to work her clit. Her scent grows stronger as I worship her, causing a hot ache deep inside me that only she can soothe.
Her hips buck against my face, grinding herself into my mouth, and I moan around her clit. This is too much for me to handle – the taste of her arousal mixed with the scent of her desire has me close to losing control already.
I need more, crave more of this exquisite woman who has stolen my heart without even trying. With determination firing through my veins, I lick and suck harder on her clit as my fingers find their way lower, tracing circles around her entrance until finally sliding inside her wet heat. She cries out into the silent night air, arching her back and clutching my head as I bring her right to the edge…
“Nikolai!” she gasps and comes hard around me.
I lick her, slowing as she rides out, and then I finally sit back. Her hands are pushed behind her, her back still arched and her chest heaving as her head hangs back.
She’s exquisite.
Her head snaps up and she looks at me, her eyes glittering as she leans forward. “Come here,” she murmurs, reaching for me and pulling my mouth up to hers.
She kisses me deep and hard, her tongue lapping up the arousal, and I find myself settling into her. We fit so fucking perfectly that I didn’t realize how much I was aching for this until I’m leaning her back and pressing her into my bed, my wings expanding behind me as I do so.
“I want more,” she moans when I break away to kiss down her neck. “Please. I want you.” She traces her hands up my back until they meet my wings, and then the pads of her fingers follow the curve of it.
I shudder, my cock throbbing as it threatens to unload right there. A deep groan escapes me as I drag my fangs along her skin. “Holy First, Jessa.” I press a kiss to her feverish skin. “You are driving me wild.” I push my erection into her. “You see what you do to me, ómorfi? I’ve tried so hard to keep my distance and I. Just. Can’t.”
She jerks my head up to look at me. “Then don’t. Take what you want.”
My mind is a tangled mess right now, but lost in the taste and feel and smell of Jessa, there is no way I’m giving her up. So, I reach for the hem of the tunic and she eagerly rips it over her head and tosses her bra aside too.
Leaning down, I pull one breast into my mouth while I twist the other nipple with my hand. Jessa moans, her hips grinding up to me, and I keep my eyes on her as I bite down.
Her eyes fly open and then the most beautiful sound falls past her lips as my numbing agent floods her body. Her muscles relax, sinking into the bliss pouring through her veins, and I suck hard.
She cries out from the pressure of her breast, and I’m blinded by her blood pouring into my mouth. It tastes incredible, and instantly, I can feel it pulsing through my veins. I’m drunk on her and she’s drunk on me. Just the way I want it.