Page 27 of A Curse So Vile

“Brenna,” he repeated, bringing his eyes up to hers. “I’m going to lick you now, and I will not stop until I’ve had my fill.”

Fucking hell, this man is going to be the death of me.

The men Brenna was used to were rarely vocal during their pursuit of carnal pleasures, and apparently, it was a kink that Brenna didn’t realize she’d enjoy so much. Just hearing him utter the word‘lick’made her entire body quake with desperate need.

Disallowing her a moment of reprieve, Cole continued down her body, kissing down her stomach, lower…lower…

And for the first time that she could remember, she grew shy. Something about Cole made her want to cover herself, despite him taking such obvious joy in her body.

She moved to shield her sex, but the look of anguish he gave her made her feel foolish.

“Is something wrong?” he asked in a low voice.

His cock pressed urgently against her leg, making her wet. With any other man, she’d demand he fully pleasure her without a second thought, but with Cole, it didn’t feel right. Something about being with him felt wrong.

He sat back on his heels, lifting her thighs and placing one on each side of him. She was fully exposed to him, and as he looked down at her with a hungry gaze, she moved again to cover herself.

He clutched her wrist, bringing it up and pinning it above her head. She didn’t think he had that in him.

“Tell me how to satisfy you,” he growled. Before she could answer, his mouth covered hers and that wicked tongue of his was forcing itself into her mouth.

Alarms sounded. Strange feelings swirled throughout her heart and troublesome head. She’d never felt this way from a kiss before. Not even with Elric, though he made her feel countless other things.

With her fate, she’d vowed never to get close to any man, but she couldn’t stop Cole from breaching her, no matter how hard she tried to distance herself.

His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, dancing with hers. He was more savage than any of the men of the Den and twice as bold. She felt consumed. Utterly captivated.

The touch of his cock against her thighs didn’t help matters. It was huge and ungainly, and capable of giving her an experience she was unlikely to forget.

Cole would be the last man she took before the curse ended her. Any man unlucky enough to come after would only be a letdown.

“Tell me how my lady would like to be pleased,” he rasped.

Maybe if she could think, she’d be able to answer him.

He took her earlobe between his teeth, teasing her in a way that would be annoying if it were any other man. His brand of slow torture left her brain a nonsensical mess.

She would make him pay.

After…

He placed his hands on her knees, bringing them up and pressing them out wide. The position made her feel deliciously vulnerable, which suited her now, because Cole made her want to give up her illusion of control.

His hips flexed, treating Brenna to the exquisite sensation of his cock planted firmly against her.

Yes, there was no doubt—he could destroy her.

“I’m going to please you now.” His weight shifted as he worked his way down her body.

It would be such an easy thing to take the gift he was offering, but again, she was troubled.

Nothing about this felt right or good or even pleasant. The way he was looking at her, so full of reverence, should fill her with passion. It’s not that she didn’t want him. She wanted him every way he could take her.

But not like this.

Unable to close her legs with his massive body between them, she reached down, covering her sex, and said, “Stop.”

A forlorn look crossed Cole’s face.