Page 158 of Terror at the Gates

I kept my eyes closed until Zahariev stretched over me.

He kissed me deeply. It was the taste of my come on his tongue and the hard press of his cock against my swollen sex that roused me again. I couldn’t wait to be crammed full of him.

He pulled back, and our eyes met. Nothing made me feel more vulnerable than the way he was looking at me now. I wasn’t even sure why. He’d just had his face shoved into the most intimate part of my body, and I hadn’t thought twice about it, but the physical act was always easier to brave than the emotional one. Right now, I was beneath the man whose devotion knew no bounds, and it scared me.

“Are you good, little love?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered, smiling at him. I let my finger trail across his lips. “You?”

“Fucking glorious,” he said. He kissed my breast and sucked on my nipple. I trailed my fingers down his chest, sliding my hand over his hard length. He didn’t stop me but inhaled when I rubbed my palm over the crown of his cock, coating my hand with sticky precum.

“Is it my turn?” I asked.

“If you want,” he said.

“I want,” I said.

His smile broadened, and he kissed me again before rolling on his back. He propped himself up against the pillows at the head of my bed while I knelt between his thighs.

I didn’t immediately go down on him, though the thought was making me salivate. I’d never wanted to put a dick in my mouth the way I wanted his, but my gaze was drawn to the tattoo on his left thigh, a black-and-gray image of an angel of death. I had never seen it before, but that was because I had never seen him like this.

“When did you get this one?” I asked, letting my finger trail along the curve of a wing.

“It was my first,” he said.

Discovering this now frustrated me. It was the second new thing I’d learned about Zahariev this week.

“And here I thought I knew you best,” I said, letting my nails trail up his thighs.

“You do,” he said. “Better than anyone.”

I crawled over him, kissing down his stomach until my chin brushed his cock. He gathered my hair into one hand, and I looked up at him as I licked him from root to tip, giving a breathy laugh. I didn’t know why. There was nothing funny about the way he stared at me, like I’d turnedhis entire world upside down, but I felt giddy, and I was having fun.

I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the tip. He tasted like salt, and I loved it, but probably because it washimand I had wanted to do this forever.

Zahariev inhaled.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I took him deeper, trapping the smooth head of his cock between my tongue and the top of my mouth. I sucked him gently, and his head fell back as he groaned. He let go of my hair to grip the pillows beneath him.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

The word slithered through me and settled low in my stomach. I was aroused before, but this was a new level. There was nothing in the world like hearing unfiltered pleasure from Zahariev Zareth’s mouth and being the one responsible.

I released his cock and took him into my hand, jerking him up and down a few more times before I rose to my knees and straddled him. He felt so good between my thighs, and I wondered what it was like for him.

Zahariev gripped my waist, bringing us close, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was still reclined, so he had to tilt his head back to look at me.

“I knew you’d find a way on top,” he said.

I smiled as he kissed me and cupped my breast. I loved the time he took during sex to explore me. It was like he wanted this to last forever, like he wasn’t at all desperate to come.

“You will love it,” I said between the languorous twining of our tongues.

I positioned him at my entrance. He was thick, and Ialmost laughed because I thought this would be easy, a fucking slip and slide. Instead, I inched my way down him, gripping his forearms as he held my waist.

I savored every fucking second.