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As he shook his head between my thighs, a wave of turbulent pleasure swept through me, and I curled my toes, desperate. Wanting. “Jericho, please!”
He inserted two fingers again, fucking me with them, and licked his bottom lip as he stared down at me, watching me in that concentrated and calculated way. Always studying me. A look of pure dominance that turned my willpower to mush. “Tell me what you need, Tu’Nazhja.”
“I need you.”
“You have me for eternity.” His finger curled inside of me, just enough pressure that a soft grunt ticked in my throat. “If it’s relief you crave, though, you need only to ask.”
“Please. Oh, God, please.”
The sound of his dark chuckle thrummed my libido, sending a shiver across my skin. “Look at you. So polite.” He licked the arousal he’d worked up from his fingers. “So delicious,” he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, which he peeled from broad shoulders and tossed aside. His body, ravaged by scars and tattoos, and carved in deep lines of muscle, was a perfectly crafted machine, honed for sex. The sound of his zipper had me looking down my body to where he sprung himself free. The size of his erection threatened a whole lot of soreness the next day, but I didn’t care. He directed the tip of his cock along my seam, and the electrical pulses had me spreading my legs wider for him. The vibrations traveled up inside me so deep, my knees trembled against him.
Hands gripping the bench at either side of me, he pushed into me on small teasing thrusts, only so far before pulling back out.
“More, please,” I whispered, my voice pathetically needy. It wasn’t just the sex I craved, but the closeness. To know that we were still okay, even if things had taken a strange turn since coming back to Nightshade.
“I’ll fuck you tonight, Farryn, hard and as mercilessly as you’ve worked me up right now, but we remain separate until I have a better grasp on what’s happening with me. And I swear to Christ, if this goes south, you better act first and think later.”
I didn’t want to admit how much the thought of the distance hurt me, because even if I’d let some of my vulnerability shine through for Jericho, I still kept my heart on guard. It didn’t make sense why, given the way he’d poured his obsession over me. Part of me still didn’t believe that I deserved him, that I was worthy of the sacrifices he was willing to make on my behalf.
But I had sacrificed, too. A lot.Everything.
And even as nothing but a mere mortal, I had saved him.
Lying to his face, I nodded while swallowing back the tears that itched to break free.
At that, he drove into me, all the way to the hilt, and I tipped my head back, imagining another time, another place, where things weren’t so complicated.
“Fucking hell, you feel so good. There is nothing in the world so divine as your tight littlesaericasz.”The word was one he’d taught me back at Aunt Nelle’s–some kind of fruit that demons called a woman’s pussy. He stared down between us, as if to watch his cock sliding in and out of me. As he drove in again, he circled his hips, and I tilted my head back on a moan. A rough hand fisted my hair, and he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard through his nose, his mood changing to something fierce. “Imolz era’da amreloc,” he said, his rasped voice in an accent that appealed to some deep-seated part of me.
“What did you say?”
He didn’t answer. His powerful body moved over me like a dark and furious thunderstorm. “I will crush whatever forces threaten to harm you. No matter who, or what, they are.”
“I love you.” My words faltered on the twinge of sadness simmering in my chest. How could I possibly feel this loved and desired, while still, something wedged itself between us. An invisible force that kept us apart, even when we were the closest we’d ever been.
As my mind mulled those unnerving thoughts, he railed his body into me, his skin hot and damp, muscles flexed and tense. Warm breaths scattered over my neck, his exhales shaky, fervent. He slid his palm across my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to part my lips.
I arched into him, feeling his steel chest against my breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, pulling between his teeth, and at a sharp sting, I flinched and moaned. Hot coils of need burned in my belly, the cusp of climax riding the edges of every frantic breath that escaped me. Sex with him was never just sex. We made love as war, a battle of giving and taking.
As if he could taste the desperation on the air, he sealed my mouth with his lips, eating the mewling little sounds trapped in my throat. The rhythm of our slapping skin echoed through the room as a reminder that the man was relentless in his pursuit for climax. Determined. He released my mouth, tipping his head as he studied me some more.
The intensity of his stare had me turning away, closing my eyes, but in the darkness, I imagined the look on his face, that concentrated expression of his, and a tickle of excitement fluttered in my stomach. The grip at my throat tightened, his pace aggressive, jostling my body with every hard thrust. Deep guttural grunts reached my ears, like the sounds of a rutting beast, both feral and foreign.
I opened my eyes.
With his one visible eye a glowing red, he jerked against my body, pounding into me with bared fangs and two small bumps protruding from his forehead.
The distant sounds of screams echoed inside my head.
A door.
777.
A gnawing fear expanded inside my chest like a crushing grip over my lungs. I couldn’t move. Could scarcely draw in a breath. Mumbled words, spoken too fast, crackled in my ear as a heavy whisper. I didn’t understand them.
The air turned winter cold. The mumbling grew louder. A thick and heavy weight claimed my limbs.
