Page 26 of A Curse So Vile

She glared up at him; her face a picture of loveliness despite its hostility. “Why did you stop me?”

“I think it’s obvious.”

“But I want to taste you!” She pouted, her large green eyes pleading with him.

He’d never heard a woman say those words before. They were so intimate, and for a moment, he thought he was going to lose the battle altogether, spilling into the tub.

“Let’s move to the bed.”

8

BRENNA

Brenna watched from the bed as Cole toweled himself dry, wondering what other mysteries the giant Heartlander held.

That he wasn’t like other men was both beautiful and tragic. She rather enjoyed a man so bent on obeying, but she misliked the path that led him to his obedience.

Her eyes settled on his cock, which was the largest she’d ever seen, and entirely too big for her mouth to fully take, but that hadn’t stopped her from trying. He was not made for shy maidens, and Brenna was fairly certain he had a drop of the mythical giants’ blood from the days of old flowing through his veins.

Casting the towel aside, he looked on at her, his eyes anchored at the spot just beneath her on the bed. It was confusing at first, but she soon realized what he wanted: direction. He craved authority and was happy to submit to her will.

It wasn’t that she was never bold or demanding, but with her lovers at the Den, they were likely to push back. For every demand she made, they’d have two of their own. Sex was a battle, each person claiming their share of the prize. Cole wanted to give the prize entirely to her and bask in her glory.

She had no desire to be cruel to the Heartlander, though she didn’t know how to be kind.

“Before the night’s out, I want to taste you,” she purred, making a show of biting her lower lip teasingly.

Excitement lit his eyes, followed by guilt. She hated that.

“Why did you pull me off?”

He glanced around the room uncomfortably. “Not doing so would be…unseemly.”

“That’s that point.”

A ghost of a smile graced his dry lips. She meant to wet them with her cunt later in the night. She’d been looking forward to it.

Without another word, she scooted to the center of the bed, laid back, and spread her legs. He crawled up her body slowly, sending a shiver up her spine that she wasn’t used to.

He wasn’t lying about building anticipation. Most men had no concept of the word, but Cole was well-versed in the art of seduction.

Once he was directly over her, he extended his legs back, lowering his body as he licked her lips, kissed across her cheek, nibbled her ear. It was like she was a feast and Cole was a starving beast. His cock brushed against her leg, carrying her away into delicious fantasies that all starred the Heartlander giant.

Moving down her body, he wound her hair in his hand and gently pulled her head back, elongating her throat.

“My master is tense,” he whispered. His teeth raked down her jaw to her collarbone. “Tell me how I can make her relax.”

How could she say anything? Before leaving the tub, she was clearly driving the carriage. Now, fuck, she could hardly think straight.

His mouth roamed down further, licking and sucking her delicate flesh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your tits,” he said, taking a rose-pink nipple into his mouth.

An urgent tingling stirred in her loins. Before Cole, she’d hardly realized how sensitive her breasts were and her lovers hardly paid them any attention, as they were more interested in the scent and flavor between her legs.

Cole was bent on worshiping every part of her.

He moved from one breast to the other, bestowing equal attention on each. Soft lips turned to biting teeth, taking Brenna further from sanity.

“Brenna,” he rasped her name like a haunting melody. When did he become a poet? A man so big should surely treat sex like war.