Page 88 of Blood Curse

“Then it’s yours.”

He kissed my shoulder, then my back. His other hand slid around my hip and between my legs. He found me soaked and stroked through my folds.

I widened my stance.

Stellan pushed two fingers inside me from behind. I rocked back, taking more, and felt his cock against my thigh.

He kept his hand at my neck. I kept mine over it.

I could move whenever I wanted. I kept his hand where it was.

When his fingers withdrew, I reached back and wrapped my hand around his cock. I guided him to my entrance.

The thick head eased inside.

I exhaled and moved back before he could.

Stellan entered me in one slow stroke.

The stretch stole my breath. His grip tightened at my hip while my body adjusted.

He didn’t ask me to move.

He didn’t have to.

I rolled my hips, drawing him deeper.

Stellan pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.

He set the pace. Each stroke drove me towards the mattress, controlled and deep. I met him every time, pushing back because I wanted the force and the hand firm at my neck.

His fingers left my hip and found my clit. He circled it in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck.”

The word broke out of me.

Stellan’s pace roughened.

I gripped the bedcover. My body tightened around his cock as pressure built again. He knew I was close. His hand at my neck softened, then tightened when I pushed into it.

I came hard, clenching around him while his fingers stayed on my clit. My knees nearly gave way. Stellan caught my waist and held me up without breaking his pace. Fuck, I loved the strength of him.

He bent over me, chest against my back, and came deep inside me with a low groan against my shoulder.

For a few seconds, neither of us moved.

Stellan released my neck first. He kissed the spot his hand had covered.

I turned in his arms as he withdrew and pulled him down with me onto the bed.

His skin was warm and damp. His breathing hadn’t settled.

“Was that yours?” I asked.

“Every second.”

“Mine too.”