Page 165 of Death of a Mortal

Salt and Smoke

The words barelyleft my mouth before his was on mine, and it was electric, tasting like smoke from a wicked, all-consuming fire. He wasn’t slow and exploratory as if we had all the time in the world—because we didn’t. He was burning and demanding, kissing me like there might not be a tomorrow.

As his tongue found mine, my hands found the bottom of his shirt and ripped it up and over his head. In the few moments the kiss was broken, I took in the hard lines of his chest and stomach and the delicious V that traveled below the waistline of his pants. He was lean and oh-so-beautiful.

“Naked. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate to obey. His commanding and gravelly voice sent liquid heat down deep into my core.

“Good girl.”

It turned out that Ireallyliked the sexual praise, my muscles clenching in response. And he smiled devilishly as if he knew it too.

One of his hands found the back of my neck, pulling me back in for another punishing kiss while the other wrapped around myback and found my ass. He let out a deep moan of need against my lips, and I thought that sound alone could be my undoing. My back hit the cool living room wall that he’d backed me into, causing my nipples to harden as the framed art on the wall rattled.

He started a trail of fervent kisses down my cheek and neck, right over my jagged scars, and continued down my heaving chest. I put my hands on his shoulders and let them explore his upper back, feeling the movement of his muscles as he continued to lower himself down my body. As he reached my navel with his tongue, he grabbed my wandering hands and placed them on my breasts, squeezing my hands so that together we kneaded my heavy, aching flesh, drawing a moan from us both.

There were no thoughts in my mind save for how desperate I was to feel this male moving inside me. I looked down to watch his kisses continue as he let go of my hands.

“Keep playing,” he commanded against my hip.

And so I kept playing, kept kneading my breasts as his kisses drew closer to the bud of nerves that was wound tight with desperate need.

His hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, traveling up and onto my backside. With his fingers splayed, his hands covered nearly my entire ass and squeezed to an almost painful point.

But I relished it.

He looked up at me from his knees, his lips barely an inch from the apex of my thighs. “I’ve been dying to taste you for so long.” And then he did just that, pulling me onto his mouth anddevouring.

“Fuck,” was all I could moan, squeezing my breasts harder. Gods, he was good with his tongue, spinning and swirling and then licking and sucking. I was on the cusp of release already, the tension building inside.

He lifted one of my thighs to drape my leg over his shoulder, my body begging for his tongue the moment he stopped. I felt entirely exposed with my thighs spread for him, but I found I was comfortable with him in this way.

“Drayce, please,” I ground out.

He looked up at me from between my thighs, never breaking eye contact as he dragged his tongue right up my slick center, drawing a gasp from me, and stopped at the tight, swollen bundle of nerves. “Please, what?” He started circling a maddeningly slow rhythm with his thumb.

“I need you inside me,” I panted. “Drayce, please!” I was borderline yelling at this point, feeling like I might explode, frantic.

“Ifuckinglove it when you beg.” With that, he plunged a finger inside me, pumping in and out, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. “Did you know I command storms, Naci?”

I had no idea what he was even asking, just that my name on his lips was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard and that his fingers felt like pure bliss as he slid a second inside, stretching me delightfully.

“Can you imagine how good it would feel if my tongue danced over your most sensitive spot with a static buzz?”

I didn’t even process what he’d said until his tongue replaced his thumb, and I felt the static dancing through my nerves, sending me over the edge immediately with a heady moan, my body clenching around his fingers.

He continued pumping and licking through the orgasm, and as the last wave was coursing through me, he stood up, the absence of his fingers and mouth devastating. For a fleeting moment, I thought about what tomorrow would bring. But that was tomorrow’s problem…

He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall with my head turned so I could watch him behind me. With one hand, he undid his pants while he licked the two fingers on the other that had been inside me.

He let out a deep moan. “You taste like pure fucking sin.” His words sent a fresh wave of coiling tension into my core.

I dropped my eyes to see his hard length come free of his pants, fueling my body with a need to feel it inside me.

“Hands on the wall,” he said.

I would do literally anything he said in that tone, so I did. He leaned in, his hardness pressing against me.