Page 47 of Gilded Curses

Her delicate yet proud face lifted as he slid his fingers through the silken waves. Always, with women, sex was the first thing on his mind. Sure, he enjoyed teasing and playing with them, but he’d never savored them as he did her.

He intended to remember every detail of her and this night.

Her breath caught a little, and red glinted in her amber eyes as his finger nudged the tip of a fang until a bead of blood shimmered on the end. He smiled when she licked the blood from him.

Undoing the button of her cloak, he dropped it on the floor. They would talk again about her decision to go into the garden alone, but not tonight. Tonight was for them.

Beneath the cloak, she wore a black shirt and dark brown pants. When he started unbuttoning her shirt, she didn’t move while watching him leisurely reveal her tantalizing, creamy skin.

He was tormenting himself and loving every second of it as he bared more and more of her to him. The shirt fell open when he finished with the buttons, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. She hadn’t chosen this; it wasn’t something Sahira would wear, but his mouth watered at the tantalizing view of her nipples against the lace.

Unable to resist, he skimmed his knuckles across one of those nipples and smiled when her breath sucked in. “You’re so exquisite, my enchantress.”

The sexy smile tugging at her lips caused his already rigid cock to jump in anticipation of being deep inside her. His fingers grazed her arms as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

While he enjoyed the bra and how little it hid from him, it wasn’t her. She only wore it because the dagadon had put it on her.

She gasped a little when he didn’t bother to undo the clasp but instead grasped the back and tore it free. They’d never put it on her again.

When he removed the straps, he revealed her beautiful, firm breasts and dark nipples. Settling his hands on the curve of her tight ass, he pulled her a step closer before taking one of those nipples into his mouth.

Not only did she smell of honey, but she tasted of it too. Sweet and savory, she was warm and yielding as her back arched and the ends of her hair caressed his hands.

For the first time, she touched him as her fingers threaded through his hair to rub the tips of his ears. He shivered with pleasure when she found the sensitive spots.

With one hand, he found the button on her pants and undid it. He was reluctant to stop tasting her but planned to do so in another way as his mouth trailed down the valley between her breasts, flat belly, and lower while he pushed her pants to the floor.

He removed one boot and the other before helping her from her pants. Settling his hands on her thighs, he looked up to watch her while nudging them further apart.

Passion clouded her eyes, and he smiled before bringing his mouth to her hot, wet center. Sahira’s fingers threaded through his hair while he licked, tasted, and teased until her legs quaked and her hips thrust toward him.

When he sensed she was on the verge of coming, he broke away, rose, and grasped her ass again. He lifted her until her legs locked around his waist.

With every tortured step he took toward the bed, she rubbed against the head of his shaft. He gritted his teeth against the urge to plunge in and fuck her until they were both too spent to move, but somehow, he resisted.

Settling her on the bed, he lowered himself but still didn’t enter her. Instead, his mouth found hers again as his fingers stroked her clit.

Her hips rose to meet him as her excitement grew again, but when he pulled away once more, she moaned her displeasure and nipped his bottom lip. Orin smiled as her lengthened fangs told him she was starting to lose control… just how he liked her.

With deft movements, he rolled her onto her stomach and kissed and licked his way from her nape to her toes.

“Orin,” she panted.

“What is it, little witch?” He slid his hand between her legs once more. “You are so wet and tight.”

She lifted her hips toward him, begging him to ease her. “That’s because I want you.”

Those words sent a firestorm of emotion and desire racing through him. All he had to do was lift himself a little more, and he could be inside her.

Instead, he settled against her back and lifted her wrists over her head to pin them on the pillow. “The sounds you make and the way you whisper my name make me so hard I can barely think.”

“I can solve that problem,” she said with another wiggle of her hips.

Somehow managing to keep himself from unraveling and giving in to her, he shifted her wrists into one hand and moved his other toward her clit again. The stroke he gave it caused her to buck beneath him.

“Do I make you as wild as you make me?” he asked.

Her words came out as pants as he teased her. “More so.”