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Story: Blood Prince
I stalked on top of her, pinning her beneath me, and claimed her mouth. Her core was so wet and so hot, I groaned as my cock settled against it. She opened her mouth to my searching tongue and answered my thrusts with her own. I palmed her breast—the tip already pearled into a perfect point. I sank down to it, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. Her hands ran through my hair, urging me on.
“Taste me there.” Her voice was throaty, erotic. I intended to lock her words in my mind and play them again and again.
I glanced up, unwilling to relinquish the bud. Our eyes met. She pulled my hair, goading me into following her command. Sweet gods, she wanted my bite. I struck, piercing her breast above the nipple. She moaned as I lapped at her. Honeyed sweetness poured onto my tongue. Her taste was my undoing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Helen
I reveled in the bite of my lover. My core tensed, the pressure building as Paris took draw after draw from my breast. His hand trailed down my stomach, making me quake, until he ghosted over my mound, through the folds, and to my nub. He circled it, teasing me as he still drank from me, slowly now, savoring it.
He released my breast and followed the path left by his hand. Just the sensation of his lips on my stomach was overwhelming. The feel of his hands spreading my legs even wider thrilled me. But his tongue—gods, his tongue.
He settled in, feasting on me with a low groan. I rocked my hips along to his rhythm, unable to stop myself. His tongue was nimble, flicking my nub. The tension increased and blotted out any thoughts. Only Paris and I remained. His tongue on me. Until he slipped a finger into my tight sheath. Then, the wave crested, sending me over the other side on a current of bliss. I cried out at the release, savoring each echo of pleasure coursing through me.
He rose up my body, but I wasn’t letting him go on until I too had a taste. I pushed him up and rolled over on top of him. He growled and palmed my ass.
“Not so fast.” My voice was barely a sound.
I dropped kisses down his neck and into the golden hair that dusted his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting. His hands fisted the sheets on either side. I moved to the other one, doing the same. Biting down harder, I elicited a growl. I smiled and continued my way down, kissing his hard stomach. When I got to his shaft, he fisted my hair. I let out a breath on the length of him, and it jumped. The smooth head was wet, needing.
“Gods, woman,” he bit out.
I licked the tip, and he bucked underneath me. When I took him into my mouth as deeply as he would go, he cried out. I moved up and down on the hard length, grazing the back of my throat before withdrawing. Up and down I went. His hands fisted my hair harder and harder. I enjoyed the feel of his tension, the rising power of his imminent release. I didn’t think I could get any wetter. I was wrong. The sheer power of him beneath me, inside my mouth, was making me melt. He was under my control now, and it turned me on more than anything else ever could.
“I’m going to come,” he said. It was guttural, barely controlled.
“Not yet.” I rose up.
I positioned his tip at my entrance and eased onto his shaft. He gripped my hips, slowing my descent, allowing me time to accommodate him. The slight hint of pain and the huge surge of pleasure had me moaning low in my throat.
Those blue eyes, now hazed with desire, watched me. As I began to rock on top of him, he matched me with his stroke. Slowly, so slowly, we started our dance. He reached up and pulled my face down to his, owning my mouth once again. We were joined in every way, melded together into a single being. One, just as we always had been.
Paris
I LIFTED my hips, following her lead and enjoying the sensuous rhythm. The way she rode me sent shivers of pleasure to every extremity of my body. And her mouth was an erotic playground of its own, her tongue darting and caressing, her teeth marking me.
She increased her pace, punishing me with the need to come inside her. My release begged to be freed. But I would not give it to her, not until she had come for me again. I wanted to knead her gorgeous breasts, but my hands would not relinquish her ass. Instead, I reluctantly left her mouth and moved my lips down her neck. She gripped the headboard, arching her back as she rode my cock.
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