Page 53 of The Fate of Black Hearts

“More than good. It’ll be addictive. Be warned, I won’t be able to give you all that you want in here.” He pressed a hand against her chest. He moved his nose along the side of her face to speak against her ear. “You need a mate, a partner. It’s what you cravein your soul. I can’t be that person for you.”

I think you can be. You’re too scared to be my person.

She was right. He was terrified.

“Right now, I need you.” Her long lashes closed over her eyes. “It’s all I’ve needed for as long as I can remember. I need you to help me find out if I can do this again. I think you need this too.”

She curved a hand around the back of his head and pulled him down to her. Finally. Her lips locked onto his. The urge to grab her and take her the way he wanted scorched him. He stood there, giving her the power to control them.

“You promised to kiss me like you mean it, Dom. Do it.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” His erection pushed into her stomach.

She nodded.

He closed the space between them. Blood pounded in his chest when her lips touched his. One peck. Two. Fucking closed-mouth kisses. Then she opened her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his. The world around him vanished into a thick cloud of brutal desire. He wrapped her hair in his fist and yanked her into him. She responded by pulling him into her, giving him permission to demolish her. He licked the corners of her mouth and tugged at her lips. She whimpered when he sucked her tongue into his mouth.

With a lift, he rotated to box her against the wall. Her legs spanned around his waist. His dick aligned with her core as he bent his knees, dry humping her through their clothing. He had no one to blame forthis devastation but himself. He’d charged past every rule he’d laid down regarding her.

She clawed his back, her sharp nails digging into his skin while he ground against her. He loved the bite. He’d planned to pull away and stop the kiss, perhaps retreat, but her hand slipped into the waist of his pants and wrapped around his shaft.

He gasped and jerked, his dick halfway out of his pants.

He hadn’t been touched like this in so long. This was the epitome of stupid. These feelings, even with the cilice still in place, were going to trigger the prophecy and lead to the end of the world. He meant to mumble something about cooling down, but Evie brought his dick between her thighs to rub against her underwear.

“Evie…” That was it. All he could manage. He couldn’t think beyond that. He didn’t even know what he was asking. Maybe it was for her to take mercy on him.

“Let’s come together.” She moaned when he kissed her again. She moved her hand back to his dick to stroke him. Shivers worked their way up his spine.

He pushed aside her underwear to finger the silky, wet warmth. So tight. No moment in his life would equal this. He slipped one finger into her, then two. With previous lovers, he had skipped straight to the clit to get it over with and move on to the more important part, which was his release. With Evie, he didn’t care about himself. He wanted her to take her pleasure. He teased her with a finger and cheated a bit, using a burst of magic to massage that secret spot deep inside. Her head rolled as her body tightened.

“Please,” she begged. “I’m close.”

“Please what?” He curled his fingers inside her.

She squeezed him tighter. “Damn you. Make me come.”

He dragged his fingers across her clit and pressed back inside her. On instinct, he nibbled on her lip and placed small bites down her neck. With each bite, her body jerked.

“You like a bit of pain, do you?” He bit harder.

She writhed, riding his fingers until her breath choked and she shook. He rubbed her clit, then bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, licking and soothing away the pain. With a cry, her orgasm hit long and hard.

She pushed him to release her so she could slide down his body to take his shaft deep in her mouth. Her tongue slid over him as she drew him in and out of her.

He gently lifted her chin to make eye contact and ask silently if it was okay if he released in her mouth. She reached around to grip his ass and pull him into her. A few strong tugs and he released down her throat with a guttural cry.

She swallowed. He tucked himself back in and helped her stand.

What words were there for where they went from here? He didn’t detect any fear or regret in her, which was good.

That had been…well, he couldn’t think.

With a single finger she traced the scar above his lip, the one a lucky witch inflicted with a poisoned blade. “That was a long time coming.” She chuckled at her double entendre. “I want more.”

Chapter Sixteen

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