Page 225 of Cursed Evermore

He started sucking, and Gods help me, I did exactly what he said. I imagined his tongue on my clit, imagined his head between my thighs, imagined myself screaming.

Moans of ecstasy fell from my lips as Wolfe sucked harder, grazing my skin with his teeth. When he shifted to my other breast, my stomach bottomed out.

“Wolfe...oh Gods...” I cried out, grasping at the sheets.

He answered by pinning me down on the mattress so he could deepen his wild suckle.

He knew exactly how to undo me. I was wetter than I'd ever been, my core pulsing with the need for more.

I laced my fingers through the silky strands of his hair, holding him to me, but a surge of reckless pleasure shot through me, and I lost control, losing my grip on him.

A greedy orgasm tore through my body, and I cried out, arching off the mattress.

Wolfe pulled away to look at me. To watch me unravel in his arms.

He watched until I barely got my breath back, then he moved down my body until his mouth was between my legs, lapping at my arousal.

His large hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider so he could sweep his tongue through my folds. He flicked over my clit and sucked hard on the already sensitive nub, making me see stars. Consuming strokes followed, and everywhere burned all at once.

This was possession, raw and unrelenting. There was something sinful about watching him eating me out with that controlled dominance that made my blood pound hotter.

My orgasm built as fast as before, and I clutched his shoulders, my body trembling as I neared the edge.

Wolfe looked up at me for a fraction, wickedness carved into every line of his face and that promise to make me scream.

Not a second later, he thrust his tongue deeper into my entrance and slid his hands back up to my breasts. While his tongue consumed me, he squeezed my breasts, molding, his thumbs caressing my nipples.

I moaned out loud, a sound filled with blissful anguish. Then pleasure exploded inside me, scorching everywhere it touched.

My mind shattered, splitting into tiny fragments. And I screamed for him just like he said I would. The scream came from deep inside me. From a place where pleasure had been desperate for release.

Wetness rushed out of me as I came in his mouth. Wolfe continued licking and lapping until he'd drunk every single drop. And he kept going, still dragging wave after wave of pleasure from my body until I could no longer bear the intensity.

Then I came again, screaming and clutching his shoulders as I writhed beneath him. My insides buckled. I was one step away from madness, but I didn't want the moment to end or this pleasure to stop.

When he looked up at me, smiling like a devil who'd finally cornered his prey, I stopped breathing and my screams cut.

Wolfe slid up my body until we were eye to eye, his lips a teasing breath away from mine, his massive frame looming over me like a shadow. Propping himself up on one thick forearm, he caught my face and stared down at me, the foreboding smile now replaced by something far more dangerous.

“I'm going to fuck you,” he murmured, his hot, sexy breath burning my skin with more desire. “I'm going to bury my cock so deep inside you, no curse on earth will make you forget me.”

“Wolfe...” I breathed his name, so stunned by his crass words nothing else came to me.

“But if we do this, I'm not letting you go,” he rasped, keeping those piercing eyes riveted to mine. “I mean it, mage. You'll be mine for-fucking-ever.”

Blessed Mother. The gravity of those words struck me deep in my soul, penetrating that place where all meaningful decisions were made.

I gazed up at him and realized the real question was how badly I wanted him. How badly did I want to cross another line we shouldn't be crossing?

“What say ye, Ziyka?”

“Yes.” I heard myself say, sounding surer than I'd ever been in my life.

His gaze darkened with untamed lust and possession. Watching him made my pulse gallop as if warning me away from danger. But I ignored it and reached one trembling hand up to my beautiful villain's face before undoing the top buttons on his shirt.

Wolfe's gaze dropped to where I worked the buttons, and he caught my hand, stopping me. He brought my knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss to my skin, then lifted his shirt off over his head.

Hard ridges of muscles mixed with inky warrior tattoos met my eyes, making me forget my nerves. Desperate to touch him, I pressed my hand to his chest and relished the way his skin burned at my touch. I traced every hard ridge, letting his warmth bleed into me.