Page 63 of A Moth to the Flame (Utopia #1)

No. I need you to really listen to me, I insist.

Okay, I’ll listen. But I really need to get you out of me now because I’m actually sore after that sexfest.

Sure enough, she slips me out of her pussy but stays straddled on top of me.

My dick is still harder than a rock and aching in a way I’ve never known before. It hits me exactly why, but I don’t have time to dwell on Wallace’s damn favor now.

You’re not going to cut yourself open for me. I will not let you.

You’re not the boss of me.

Think about it. How weak was your body the last time you bled for that witch bitch? Can you really afford to be weak right now?

She stills her squirming above me. Shit. No .

Exactly.

Well, I can’t just leave you like this! You can’t afford to be paralyzed either!

We have another option that won’t leave you vulnerable and me out of commission.

What’s that?

If I could grit my teeth, I would. The answer’s so obvious, but not to her. Because she’s been treated like dirt by so many men—including me—that she actually thinks she’s bad at sex. If I’m gonna change that, then I’ll have to get creative. Later. For now…

Sit on my face.

She cackles so hard that she shakes my dick around between her thighs.

I moan at the unfairness of being a fae. I never asked for this. Didn’t exactly get the chance to decline either.

Duke, I’m on my period. That’s disgusting.

Weren’t you the one who told me your blood tastes like wild blackberries? Aren’t you the same witch who was so eager to cut herself open to bleed for me? This is a much better solution, and you know it. Now, get up here.

She sighs.

Shit. She’s probably never had a man go down on her, let alone beg her to ride his face. She’s not embarrassed, she’s flying blind.

I’m sorry if this is your first time, Gingersnap, but I’ll make it good for you.

She slowly crawls into position. Her silky thighs bracket my head, and her heat hovers so close to my face that my mouth waters.

I inhale that juicy berry scent and get all the confirmation I need that it really is her blood that will wake me up. Just like she said.

You actually have to sit for either of us to get anything out of this, I prompt her.

This won’t help at all if I smother you to death. Eventually, you’ll get a drop, and you’ll be able to move again. Just give it time.

If I’m so drained that period sex isn’t working like it did the last time, then what makes you think a drop will be enough?

She growls, and it’s the cutest damn thing. Like a baby tiger .

She’s probably in her head about the mechanics of this, so it’s my job to tease out the witch who rode me into oblivion in the creek.

You remember those fantasies of mine that I told you about? When I proved you didn’t spell me into being your mate? I lead.

Yeah? Her thighs are shaking from the effort of holding herself above me. She’s so damn stubborn. She’ll strain to hold this position all night if she thinks it’ll work.

Wrapping your thighs around my head and feasting on your pussy was always at the top of my list. Only in my fantasies, you were on your back with my tongue working your clit until you screamed my name.

She moans softly and sinks a little lower, so I keep going.

I made you come in my imagination so many times that you couldn’t even moan anymore. And I still wouldn’t let you go. Wouldn’t let you get away from me. I couldn’t get enough because I was right where I was meant to be.

A little lower. I feel the brush of her wet folds against my lips.

I was born to worship you, Cordelia. I don’t just accept that, I want it. I want you. I’m dying to lick your pussy, to fill you with my fingers and my cock. I want to fuck your mouth and come down your throat.

She finally breaks. She sits on my face and grinds herself against my mouth.

An explosion of sweet, juicy blackberries floods my tongue.

There we go. That’s my good little witch.

It’s enough that I can lap against her folds and drink her in. I swallow mouthful after mouthful until I can wrap my hands around her waist.

Don’t stop , she pleads.

Never, I swear, flicking my tongue against her clit until she bucks harder against me. Because once you’ve learned how to take all of me in your perfect pussy and your beautiful mouth, I’m gonna claim your tight asshole, too.

Her movements are wild now, grinding and riding my face like the wild witch that’s always been there, just hiding beneath the quiet bookworm. She’s so close to being free, and I’m going to help her fly. I seal my lips around her clit and suck.

Has anyone ever fucked your ass, Gingersnap? They haven’t. I’m going to be the first. I’m going to fill all your holes, and you’re going to be mine. In every way.

She cries out. Her pussy pulses against my mouth.

My cock explodes like it’s right where I promised her I would be.

I grunt and lick slower, guiding her hips to wring every last drop out of both of us.

She lifts up enough to peer down at me with a dazed expression.

I pop my eyebrows and grin. “Never would have guessed the promise of anal would send you over the edge. You’re a filthy little bookworm, aren’t you?”

She raises a single eyebrow. “Says the guy with blood all over his face.”

I lick my lips. “I’m already hungry for more.”

I’m not talking about her blood. Or her gorgeous body.