Chapter 48
SLOAN
This man was trying to kill me.
Pride and lust rode me hard. Each time I thought I could go over, he pulled back just a tick. A withdrawal of his fingers and tongue until the edge was denied to me. I rolled my nipples between my fingers hoping I could push myself over that way, but nope.
I sat in this fire I couldn’t put out.
It seemed to burn hotter inside of me with every lash of his tongue.
The room too.
I was a fire witch. Both my birth chart and the elementals I’d studied with.
And I was pretty sure I was going to burn inside out with this man.
I stared down at him. Those massive shoulders holding me down and wide open so he could torture me.
The freckles tangled with the runes across his shoulders that I wanted to study if my brain could go back online.
It was stuck in this hazy between worlds where pleasure wrapped tighter around my chest until my heart squeezed.
This wasn’t about hearts.
Or feelings.
It was lust.
Alchemy.
“Oh, fuck.” I arched off the bed as he began the climb again. The uptick of the roller coaster that this man would never allow me to follow down. Just the climb until my system was on overdrive. “Let me come,” I said with a cry.
“Not until you say my name,” he purred against my thigh.
The name was trapped inside of me.
I kept trying to say it.
I didn’t understand it.
Had he spelled me?
Had someone at the bar spelled me?
Surely this wasn’t normal. Even for the times I allowed myself to dip into the carnal pools of sex and pleasure it had never been like this.
I pulled on his hair, to drag him away from my drenched pussy and up until he climbed over me, his mouth finally back on mine. The mix of myself and his unique flavor activated that cinnamon and pomegranate from the drink.
Hazy with the knowledge of it, the thought flitted away as we tangled tongues and legs and arms until we were little more than sweat slicked animals.
He reached between us and the head of his cock finally pressed between my thighs.
He was large. Deliciously large as he stretched me ever so perfectly.
“Take me,” he said against my mouth. “Can you take all of me?”
The question should have sounded cocky, but I truly wasn’t sure if I could. But it also felt like a larger question.
I lifted my knee higher on his hip to open myself just a little more and finally he was everywhere.
Stretched full, his name curled inside of me.
“Bishop,” I said against his lips.
His dark ocean eyes widened. A flame burned in the center of his pupils.
We moved together. The sweat, the scent of us, the pulse of the light in the room warmed until there was no space between us. There was only him inside of me, me wrapped around him.
“Say it again,” he said against my neck, his lips racing to my ear. His voice, darker, lower, more molten as he drove inside of me again and again. “Say it, Sloan.”
“Bishop,” I cried out.
He pinned me to the bed. No—he nailed me into the fucking mattress.
It was madness.
It was salvation.
I’d never experienced anything like it.
My body wanted more, but my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my fucking chest.
Suddenly he rose off me and out of me.
I scrambled up to get back to him. Unhinged in the haze of him and me.
He rolled me onto my belly and then he was there again. Slamming inside of me, his fingers dug under me to find where I needed him most. His fingertips playing my clit like I was a guitar tuned only to him. He pulled my knee up to give him a little room and to widen me for what he wanted.
Utter domination.
And I loved it.
He roared out my name and the lights of the lamps on the bedside tables snapped and popped then the candles flamed high, adding to the heat of the room.
I screamed his name and my whole body tightened as the release finally found me. It was like fire and ice wrapped in light.
Wrapped in him.
I could feel his release inside of me.
The alchemy of us ripped me apart and put me back together in ways I couldn’t fathom or resist.