Page 127 of Of Masks and Fury

“Please,” I gasped.

“Please what?” His breath was hot against my skin. “Tell me what you want from me, Minx.”

“I want you to lose control,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I want to watch you come apart the same way I do for you.”

His jaw clenched. “Careful what you ask for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” I shifted in his lap, pumping myself against his stiff cock. “I want your hands on me. Your mouth. I want you to claim every bit of me until there’s no part that doesn’t belong to you.”

“And after?” His fingers dug into my hips. “When I’ve licked every curve and tasted every secret place?”

“Then I’ll return the favor.” My smile turned wicked. “Until you’re the one begging.”

The sound he made was half-growl, half-surrender. “You’ll destroy me.”

“That’s the plan.”

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my center. He stroked my clit and rolled it while I bucked against him.

His touch was slick with the mineral water, circling my swollen clit with enough slowness to make my thighs quake. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as sparks of pleasure burst through me.

“Trew, more.” My voice broke on a whimper.

He chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “Patience, Minx. Tell me how badly you crave me.”

“Almost too much.”

“There’s never too much.” He circled my clit with featherlight pressure, then plunged a finger deep inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made my core clench like a vise.

I cried out, my voice hoarse and strangled, the stretch burning deliciously as he added another, scissoring them to open me wider.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, his free hand gripping my hip. “Ride my fingers like you own them. Show me how badly you ache for my cock.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

ISI

Irocked against his fingers, chasing the pleasure building inside me. He added a third finger, stretching me while he stroked my clit.

The pleasure built and built until I was trembling, so close to the edge I could taste it.

“Trew—”

“Let go,” he said. “Come for me, Isi.”

The orgasm crashed through me, white-hot and devastating. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me.

My inner walls fluttered wildly around him. Our magic flared in tandem, a golden thread of power weaving between us, making every pulse feel like liquid fire racing through my veins. His energy fed mine, heightening the ecstasy until I sobbed from the overload.

He eased me through it, his fingers gentling as I came down.

When I could focus again, I found him watching me with pure male satisfaction.

“You’re absolutely beautiful when you come undone.”

I kissed him, pulling back to look up at him. “I still want you.”

“You have me.”