54. Heat
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Heat
“Happily,” he growled, pressing his knees to the bed and climbing up, crawling until he hovered over my face.
His mouth claimed my focus.
“You were gone for much too long.” My words came out garbled. I could only touch him. I desperately wanted to be filled.
I ran my fingers through his hair. He grabbed my waist, head lowered to reach my mouth. I sank my tongue against him, in a lewd thrust. The kiss only flared my lust. Whimpering against his mouth, I pulled back, panting.
I took a harsh breath, admiring the length of his body. Only for a split second.
He grabbed hold of his leaking shaft. It was red and straining. He groaned, head bent forward.
“Cassiel,” I whimpered, my legs falling apart. I pressed my hand where it throbbed with a pulsation that stole my breath.
He reached and shoved two fingers inside me. I bucked my hips. He continued slowly rolling his fingers inside me, coaxing more and more slick. Bliss pulsed through me in waves.
Cassiel pulled his fingers out, and my need wet his fingers down to his wrist. Breaths rasped from my throat.
I could not keep myself still. I craved that red, swollen knot to spread me. Then I turned, offering him my bottom. He made a choked sound.
“Cassiel,” I breathed his name.
His hands clasped my hips, and his silky, soft tongue slid up my entrance. I let out a guttural sound, closer to an animal than human. I pushed my bottom toward him, and he ran his tongue against the bud of sensitivity.
“Cassiel!” Desperation filled my voice. He knew he tormented me. His hands tightened on my hips before I spun back around. The length of his body pressed against my back; his breath tickled my ear.
“Do you remember how you offered yourself like this to me?” he whispered against my ear. His tip prodded my sex. “Now I can show you how hard I can fuck you in this position.”
I pushed myself back, seating myself on his shaft. A scream brimmed. Pure ecstasy turned inside me. Violent and visceral, just as he was.
He rammed inside me.
My body functioned on pure hunger. He wrenched my head back, arching my spine.
He drove his length with fervor. Each pound of his hips slapping against my bottom.
I met his thrusts with abandon, claiming him back.
A climax crashed into me, wrenching a scream from my throat.
I could no longer make sense of what was around me.
I had become a puddle of need and aches.
Cassiel sank his fangs into my shoulder.
His length twitched inside me, knot throbbing as it prepared to swell.
He moaned against my shoulder. Seed warmed my entrance and jutted across my bottom as he pulled out.
It dribbled down my thigh. The loss of his shaft left me bereft.
He lifted his fangs out of my shoulder, swiping his tongue over the marks.
I want—I want—
Shoving off him, I turned and pushed him so he landed on his back on the bed. He dropped with a grunt, and I was already swinging my leg over his waist, settling myself on top. I took him like that. Grinding and pressing down, unable to stop despite how heightened the sensation became.
He watched me, face shadowed in the darkness.
“I worship you,” he breathed. “Only you, a foolishly headstrong redblood, could have driven me to this madness called love.”
I slammed myself on his knot harder. His head rolled back, mouth parting with a gasp, fangs on display. Pressing my hands on his muscled chest, I shoved up and took him again and again—fucking him.