Page 11 of Voodoo Burning


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“Oh, God…” she moans again.

I slip a hand to her front, past her abdomen, to the juncture of her thighs, and keep going until the heel of my palm is rubbing against her clit and my fingers are scissored around my thickness as I penetrate her again and again. “Feel this, mon cher?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“How does it feel?” I drag my tongue around the curve of her ear.

“So good. So, so good.”

“When you come, I want you to scream.”

I slide the hand that’s tucked beneath her upward until the pad of my finger is at her clit. Then I begin to fuck her hard and deep, pressing her further into the mattress and my hand, so I’m fucking her, and she’s fucking me as I rub her.

“Ignatius, PLEASE.”

“Non, ne t’arrêtez pas,” no, don’t stop.

She begins to chant in French as her body planks beneath me. I feel the tightening of her walls around me. A tremor ripples down my spine straight to my balls and shoots right into my cock. I bite down on the back of her neck. Then she screams long and loud as she pulses around my shaft and pulls my climax right out of me. I come so fucking hard, so deep inside her, I think I might pass out.

We lay spent, our breaths loud and heavy. I roll to my side and pull her with me, my arm holding her close around her middle and my leg curled around hers.

When the air-conditioning cools our bodies, I pull the covers over us. It suddenly dawns on me I have no idea why she showed up at my door. I acted like a damn barbarian and took her. I’d fucking do it again. “Maybe I should have asked if there was a particular reason you came to visit me.”

Her body shakes with a chuckle. “Do you always greet your visitors that way?”

“Only the ones I’ve thought of how sweet their pussy would taste. And yours was better than I imagined.”

“You are bad, Ignatius.” I hear the satisfied grin in her voice.

“But I’m good at it.” I nibble along her shoulder again, simply because I can’t not do it, then lick a line over the curve. “Tell me why you came, Dominique.”

I have a nagging suspicion I’m not going to like this. Which makes me even more pleased that I fucked her first and talked after.

Immediately, her body tenses in my embrace. I knew I wasn’t going to like this.

“I wanted to discuss the fires.” Even her tone is hard and devoid of everything that just happened.

Fuck my life.

I let out a deep breath. It’s bad enough I haven’t been able to sleep in months. I do not want to have this conversation in my bed. Nor do I want to taint what just happened here between her and me.

“All right, but did you bring something from Hattie’s in the little white bag you came with?”

“I did. It was her idea.”

Thank you, Hattie.“How about we go downstairs for this conversation?” And I can pretend I’m eating because I sure as hell won’t have an appetite for this.

“Good idea.”

I unwrap myself from her body, get out of bed, and hold my hand out to her. Told you, I’m a gentleman. When she rolls over, her eyes caress me again, starting at my face, and make their way down the length of me. My dick seems very pleased about the attention.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we are not making it downstairs.” I’ve still got my hand held out for her to take.

She places her hand in mine as her gaze makes its way back to my face. “I can’t help it.”

“Believe me, it was not easy getting out of a bed with you in it.” When she’s on her feet, I tilt my head toward the half-open door behind me. “That’s the bathroom, if you’d like to use it.”

She begins to collect her clothes. “Thank you.”

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