My whole body is buzzing with it—the reckless, urgentneedto make the little mortal come unraveled for me.
The moment her thighs part, all sense of right and wrong evaporates, and all I’ve got left is throbbing balls, a hard-on I’ll be walking off for hours, and a foolish, fevered dream to hearmyname in that lush little mouth.
Not Jude’s. Not Augustine’s.
Mine.
“That’s it. Good girl.” I dip a finger into her wet heat, then another, pumping her slowly, deliberately, my words no more than a murmur in the darkness. “I want you tofeelthis, little mortal. Feel every inch of my fingers sinking into your wet pussy… Dragging out slowly, then pushing back in… In, and out… In, and out… Mmm, just like that.”
She squirms in the seat, her soft little gasps doing absolutelynothingto relieve the endless ache in my balls, but I don’t dare stop.
“Does that feel good?” I whisper.
“Goddess, yes. The way you touch me is…Draegan.”
My name ends in a soft moan, the sound of it like a hot fist around my cock. Fuckme, her body is so responsive, so alive, every part of her primed and ready for this. Ready for me.
I stroke her again, thrusting inside her as she urges me deeper, losing herself in this moment, this shared forbidden pleasure as we drive on through the night, our hearts beating in tandem, the entire world vanishing around us until there’s only us, only this heat, only this ecstasy.
Touching her like this, making her writhe and moan for me, taking away her pain for even just amoment…
I’ve never felt anything like it.
If I could, I’d make it last an eternity.
But it’s not long before I’m as greedy to make her come as she is to fucking feel it. A slow tremble is already working its way up her thighs, her breath quickening with every pulse of my fingers.
“You want to come for me, don’t you, love?” I whisper. “You’re so close. So hot and wet and eager.”
“Draegan,” she breathes. “Please.”
I curl my fingers and fuck her faster, harder, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp, the heel of my hand grinding against her clit, bringing her closer, closer to that frantic spiral, that white-hot starburst that’s just out of reach…
“Draegan,” she cries out, and the sound of it isperfect, her fingernails digging into my arm, heat spreading across her chest, back arching off the seat, hot flesh quivering around my fingers and then…
Oh, fuck…my sweet little mortal just fuckingshatters.
* * *
Silence descends once more, nothing but the twin beating of wild hearts, the soft sound of her breath, the same hum of the tires on the road.
When I finally find the courage to meet her eyes again, the sight of her scrapes against the softest parts of my heart, leaving it raw and aching. Tears streak her face, her eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and confusion.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I feel like maybe I crossed a line… I shouldn’t have asked you to… I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you hurt?” I ask, barely following her words, her tears so raw and unexpected I can only assume the worst. “Did I... Was I too rough?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. It was amazing. Perfect. I’m just… super emotional, all of a sudden. Everything’s kind of… I think I’m just crashing.” The softest, sweetest laugh finally bubbles up through her lips, and again I find myself sighing in relief. “Goddess, I don’t know why I’m being soextraright now. All aboard the hot mess express!”
“Miss Avery, I… Westlyn. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who…” I blow out a breath, trying to wrangle my thoughts. Then, softer, “I just want to be sure you’re all right.”
“Not really. But I’m a hell of a lot better than I was when I first got into this car, so that’s saying something, right?” Her smile is warm and genuine, but all I can manage is a quick nod in response.
“Close your eyes and rest,” I say, reaching over to pull the jacket tight around her once more. “We’ll be home before you know it.”
“Okay.” She’s silent for a few beats, and then… “Um, Draegan?”
“Yes, love?”
