Page 114 of Blood that Burns


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I shake my head. “Not everything,” I admit.

Not because I don’t want her to know, but because I wanted to keep it to myself just for a bit longer. To enjoy every moment without having her opinions and advice thrown on me.

“Like I said, I don’t care. She can handle a little bit of my happiness.”

He smiles down at me. “You’re happy, are you?”

“Mmhmm,” I smile like a loon back at him.

“As much as I would love to, I will not take the chance of having Julian or Bash, or any of the random people that Julian allows free rein of the manor, to walk in on this. Your body is mine and for my eyes only.”

I lick my bottom lip, spellbound by the intensity in Law’s expression. The absolute dominance I would’ve never thought Law possessed.

“I never thought you would be a caveman, Law. Color me surprised.”

“Only with you,” he growls for emphasis.

I shriek as he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“I’ll show you caveman,” he says, stalking out of the library with me hanging down his back.

“Damn Neanderthal. Let me down.” I cry.

“Not happening, sunshine.”

“Where are you taking me?” I ask through my laughter.

“My bedroom. Your favorite.” He emphasizes that we’re not headed to the servant’s quarters, and I sigh dramatically.

“I get luxury accommodations and a hot as hell man to service me in one night?” I croon.

“Oh, I will service you, all right.” He slaps my butt and I shriek.

My smile is so wide, I can’t contain it. I’ve waited for so long for this, and even all the horrors that surround us can’t dampen my mood in this moment.

The world could go to hell around us, and I would hardly notice, as long as I’m wrapped in Law’s arms.

It all happens so fast from there.

Law has me stripped bare and laid out on top of the comforter, legs spread wide while he devours me. My eyes water and my toes curl at the exquisite feel of Law’s tongue on my center.

Good Lord, how did I go my entire life without this?

Law chuckles into my folds before crawling up my body, stopping only for a brief moment to draw one pert nipple into his mouth, positioning himself at my entrance.

In one swift motion, he drives his hips up and is fully seated inside of me, stopping for a moment to allow me to adjust to him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, beginning to move slowly at first before picking up speed.

He’s thrusting so deep inside of me, I whimper. It feels completely different from last time. The pain is gone and in its place is pleasure that’s indescribable.

He’s less restrained, and it feels incredible. The liquid desire pulses through me, scorching every inch of me, electrifying every nerve ending.

His thrusts are hard. Claiming.

It’s the culmination of years of lust on my part and him finally catching up. It’s a need greater than either of us can grasp.

He slams into me harder, and my back inches up the bed.

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