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Cupping my jaw, he tipped my head back to meet his fiery, dauntless gaze. “I will tell you this. Nothing would stop me from diving into that flame alongside you. Whatever fate awaited you would be mine.” A chaste kiss to my lips left me craving that burnt cinnamon flavor on his tongue.
When he pulled away, my body mourned his attention, which spurred a thought. “How are you not turning into a demon right now? I thought I brought that out in you.”
“The angel in the dungeons, Soreth, provided a hefty dose of much needed vitaeilem.” Thumb running across my bottom lip, he seemed riveted, as if he yearned for more, as well. “I’m intoxicated.”
“Intoxicated?” I lifted my chin to kiss his jaw and felt him tense beneath me. “I should take advantage of you then.”
“Farryn, you were lying in a bed with a deadly fever not very long ago.”
“I’m feeling better.”
“And your fath–”
I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “Please. I could really use the distraction right now.”
He gripped my wrist, pulling my finger away from his mouth, as if insulted that I’d silenced him. Seconds passed while he stared back at me with that predatory gaze of his, then with his palm at the back of my head, he finally crushed me against his lips.
For the first time in weeks, I felt like I was kissing Jericho again. My Jericho. He gripped my face, holding me to him, his greedy mouth devouring my breath.
I let out a hard exhale through my nose and pushed up from him. In frantic movements, I hopped off his lap only long enough to slide my panties down my thighs and kick them away, before I was straddling his thighs again. The moment his lips found mine, his hand was up my gown, and he ran his finger over my sensitive flesh. The humming vibration beneath his skin was twice as powerful as before, and my thighs shook as the tickle against my clit had me gasping against his face. When he shoved two fingers inside of me, I clenched around him, not surprised when his fingers slickened in a few quick pumps.
“So wet already.” A deep guttural sound purred in his chest when he shoved those two glistening fingers into his mouth. “So divine.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve done this without your hands bound in chains.”
I reached down between us, fumbled with his belt buckle, and sprung him free.
He let out a hiss as I stroked him. “I’m going to fuck you so raw, you’ll have to be carried back to your room.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t been properly fucked in weeks, not without some strange interruption that kept us both from climaxing. I prayed this time would be different. That I would experience the glorious moment of release.
Positioning myself over him, I impaled myself on his cock in one painful glide, the thickness of him filling me as I slowly worked myself down his shaft. The pressure had me biting my lip, while tiny electrical impulses scattered over my sensitive flesh. God, he felt so fucking good, I wanted to cry and smile at the same time. Like a snug-fitting key.
He rested his hands at my hips and groaned. “If ever I longed for Heaven, I have surely found it buried in the depths of your tight, wet cunt.”
I licked my lips and smiled, circling my hips, grinding myself against his groin. “I quite like when you talk like a dirty renaissance man.”
We fell into perfect cadence with each other, just as it had been before everything changed. Slick arousal lubricated every glide of his cock, creating the perfect friction.
The chair squealed as it rocked with our movements. The vibrations jittered over my ass and thighs each time I came down hard on him, and the masculine sounds in his voice left me craving more.More. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I upped my pace and felt his palms squeezing my ass, as he guided me up and down his rock-hard cock.
“Hell’s flame, you feel so fucking good, Tu’Nazhja,” he said in a husky voice that sent a shudder through me.
Faster and faster, he pumped in and out of me. Our bodies moving like a single machine. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensation, drifting into the dark subspace of my mind. Only the sound of Jericho’s panting breaths, his grunts and moans, tickled my imagination there. A beautiful, black void, where nothing could touch me.
He let out a vicious growl, and when I snapped my eyes open, the sight that greeted me churned a sickness in my gut.
My fist rested against his bicep, and in its grip was the envelope opener I’d seen earlier. Panic filled me when I realized the object sat lodged in his flesh, and I released it. “Oh, my God! What have I done?” I couldn’t even remember having reached for it, let alone stabbing him.
Gaze wild with a dark and wicked expression, Jericho swiped up my wrist and licked the blood trickling down my palm. He shot up out of the chair, taking me with him, and with the metal still sticking out of him, he laid me back on his desk.
In one hard thrust, he was inside of me again, his body moving over me like a dark storm ready to strike me down with lightning. I recalled the times I’d once feared that ominous thunder and its ruthless destruction. Not anymore. I embraced it. Surrendered to its power and let it ravage me from the inside out.
A jarring bolt of electricity moved through me, an exquisite shock to my muscles that had me crying out. Without mercy, he railed into me, his muscles damp with sweat and hard as stone. I held onto him, taking each punishing blow of his cock. He burned like the hottest part of a flame, and I wanted to be consumed by him.
My muscles tightened.
If there was still pain in my belly, I could no longer feel it at that point. Everything inside of me had gone numb. Numb for all but Jericho. His scent. His voice. His unremitting drive toward climax. I clenched around him, my thighs shaking.
