It’s so godsdamn satisfying yet not nearly fae fucking enough.
“Ah,” I gasp, my hips rocking even faster chasing the sensation. I’m there, teetering on the edge. If I lose the thread to the orgasm, I might rip the hair off his handsome head.
A loud creak followed by several cracks is my only warning the stool is breaking under me. My bare ass meets thin air, but Kai picks me up. My legs are still balanced over his shoulders. Hands pressed to my spine, he balances me against his still licking and suckling mouth.
The violence of the shift is too much for me and I break. My fingers fly to dig into his hair, holding on as I cry out for dear life as my body riots and shudders, clenching around nothing, missing his finger penetrating me, and needing more.
My back meets the cold stone floor as he never breaks his pace between my legs. “Kai,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”
Chapter 40
Thirsting For Cinder
CHARMING
“Yes mistress,” the words drip from my lips, still glistening with the essence of her desire. My dick twitches every time she says my name.
She owns my name. She owns my everything whether she knows it or not.
So easily, I could crumple in the palm of her hand like a piece of paper.
Then I'm there, pushing forward, sheathing myself in her scorching heat with all my flesh and hardware. Her greedy body pulls me deeper as her fingers flex against my shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” I can't help but groan at the exquisite sensation.
My head dips, ready to trail open-mouthed kisses along the tempting column of her throat.
At the last second, I jerk back, denying myself. My teeth cannot go near that delicate skin. Not her limbs either.
Only two places are safe harbors—her luscious mouth and now, her perfect pussy. As long as I stay there, burying myself in one slick heaven or the other, she'll be safe.
Well, not exactly safe. Not with the way her internal muscles are already fluttering and clenching around me like a velvet fist. Not when her breathy whimpers undo me completely, making my fangs ache to pierce her flesh and drink down her cries.
Gritting my teeth, I fight the primal urges rising up.
I have to stay in control, for her sake. I'll ravish her body with everything but my bite, ensuring only euphoric cries spill from that perfect mouth.
Yes, for now, her mouth is where I'll stake my claim, swallowing each of her delirious moans. Drinking her in utterly, yet denying my scorching thirst the ambrosia pulsing through her veins.
I sink into her molten velvet depths and nearly lose my fae fucking mind.
A broken sound escapes my lips.
Don’t lose control. You’re a grown damn man.
Again, I’m gripped with the need to pierce her, to spill that vibrant essence and drink from her neck. To mark her as mine, so everyone knows who she belongs to.
I want it so bad, my fangs ache.
But I can't. I won't.
Cinder is giving me her trust and I refuse to fuck this up.
She lets me do this even knowing the darkness in me. The violence, the thirst, the parts that take men apart for grabbing her by the neck.
Why is this so hard?
I’ve never had this intense of a reaction. This intense desire to feed from a human.
