Page 61 of Death of a Mortal

Oh my gods. I wouldn’t be able to keep it together for much longer, and he was only halfway through his idea of repentance. I was going to come apart any minute, and he hadn’t even taken his clothes off.

He pulled my hand away from my center, my fingers coming out glistening and leaving me feeling frustratingly empty.

Still holding my hand by the wrist, he backed us to the table, kicking a chair aside as we went.

And then he took my fingers into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Tasting me.

He let out a small moan that I thought would be my undoing right then.

He looked me dead in the eyes. “Gods, Naci, you taste like heaven.” And then he ripped the slip off me completely and shoved me down onto the table.

I needed him inside me. Now.

He moved my fingers back to my center, guiding two of them to circle the bundle of nerves that was wound so tight, directing me in circles that had my head spinning.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he said as he backed away from me and watched for a moment as I obeyed and kept up the tantalizing circles. My eyes dropped to his waist, where I could clearly see his arousal.

He pulled his shirt over his head and then dropped his pants, freeing his hardened length. And he was huge—my eyes went wide.

Maybe it was the difference between mortals and fae, but I had never seen a man so large and thick, and I wondered if he could even fit inside me.

“Three.”

Oh, so justseeinghim naked was a form of “making it up to me”? Arrogant.

But divine.

“You’ve done beautifully, but I’ll take it from here.” He removed my fingers from my apex and replaced them with his own. He toyed with me for a moment before pushing my thighs apart with his knee and stepping between them.

The library spun around me, the headiness and pure desire taking over every one of my senses.

He kept up a punishing pace as he brought his mouth to one of my painfully hard nipples, sucking it into his mouth with fervor while his free hand found the other and circled it with his thumb in the same rhythm.

I had never felt so much simultaneous pleasure in so many places. My back arched off the table, my body begging for the release I so desperately needed. He kept me teetering on the edge but never let me pass it, never letting me cross into the oblivion I knew would come once I finally did.

Then his fangs pierced the flesh just on the edge of my nipple, making me cry out both in shock and in pain. It wasn’t deep, but enough to draw the smallest amount of blood.

I found my release, and it hit hard. I saw stars and swore. It was then that I realized I might be a bit of a masochist…because that moment of pain from his bite turned into a blinding, whole-body orgasm that wrung waves of pleasure from me over and over.

“Two.”

Gods. He wasn’t done. I was panting, and despite my shattering release, I was still aching. I still wanted to feel him inside me.Neededto.

He shoved two fingers inside me, unceremoniously and punishing. His fingers were much thicker than mine, the shock making me cry out while I was still riding the wave of that last orgasm.

“You’re so very tight, Naci. Can you imagine how I’ll fill you?”He looked down at his hard length, grasping it in his other hand and beginning to stroke it up and down as he pumped his fingers in and out of me with the same pace. “Do you want me inside you?”

I wanted it so badly. I nodded fervently. I was already building toward my next release, and I wasn’t even sure the pleasure of the first one had stopped yet.

He took my hand and placed it on his thick length, my fingers curling around it and moving up and down as he had done.

He let out a predatory groan that made my already wet center become molten. It was savage, and I wanted to hear it again and again.

“Do you want all of me, Naci?”

I did,sobadly. All of him again and again, never stopping. “Yes, gods, yes.” It was all I could do not to scream it, beg it.

But that’s what he wanted. He wanted me to beg. And I so wanted to give him what he wanted.