Page 262 of Cursed Evermore

My body went up in flames, my throat becoming so dry it would take an ocean to soothe me. “Oh… I see.”

“Every time I come into this room, I imagine you laid out on that desk wearing nothing but pleasure on your face.” His stare deepened. “I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I want to give you that pleasure. I can’t decide which sounds best: bending you over the table and fucking you from behind, or taking you on top, orboth. Or all of the above andmore. Maybe we should get started and see where we go. How does that sound to you?”

“I… like that idea,” I breathed, my mouth watering from the sinful images flooding my mind.

“Come here.” He beckoned me closer with a crook of his finger.

I leaned in, and Wolfe kissed me like he wanted to brand his taste into my soul. When he pulled back, my body felt light, like I might float away.

“Take your clothes off for me, Ziyka.” His gaze drifted down my body, and tremors raced through my veins like lightning. “Nice… and slow.”

Blessed Mother.Wolfe Nightblade was going to be the death of me. The chaos he’d unleashed inside me left me teetering between melting into nothing or burning alive.

“Come on, Ziyka. Don’t keep me waiting.”

With a quick tug, I undid the laces on the front of my dress. As soon as it loosened, my sleeves slinked down my shoulders. Wolfe watched with hungry eyes, my skin burning beneath his gaze.

I pushed the dress down my body, and it floated to the floor. My underwear and shoes followed next. A breath later, I stood naked before him, and he stared at me as if it were the first time he was seeing me bare.

Shadows bled into his heated gaze, darkening his eyes to a twilight blue. A lust-filled grin slid across his face, revealing long, sharp fangs that could pierce the skin and draw endless blood.

Watching him look at me with so much desire was something I couldn't quite describe. Being wanted was one thing, but Wolfe stared at me as if I was his queen and he'd worship the ground I walked on for the rest of eternity.

Taking his time, the ruthless Fae prince prowled around me in a slow circle, his eyes tracking every detail of my body like a predator savoring the hunt before the kill.

The intensity of his gaze burned my skin, and I almost feared what would happen to me when he touched me.

He faced me again, and the desire in his eyes increased a hundredfold. “You’re even better than my fantasies, mage.”

I could hardly believe that he—the epitome of all fantasies—fantasized about little old me. “Am I?”

“You most certainly are, Ziyka. And I’m about to create more wild fantasies with you.”

With his gaze still locked on mine, he crouched before me, parted my thighs, and nuzzled his face between them. Then he looked up with a wicked smile that ignited the fire in my core.

“I know exactly how we should start our next fantasy.” His hands slid to my hips, grip firm and possessive. “Sit on my face and let me ruin you.”

The words stole the air from my lungs, and my pulse thundered through my body.

Before I could even form a reply, Wolfe rose in one smooth movement, his hands locking beneath my thighs. I let out a startled gasp as he lifted me effortlessly, hoisting me over his shoulder.

He crossed the room quicker than a heartbeat and lowered himself onto the chaise, keeping me straddled over him. His palms smoothed up the backs of my legs, urging them wider until I was balanced above him, breathless and trembling.

“Wolfe…” I gasped, my voice shaking.

“Shh, mage. Just be a good girl and let me taste you.”

He pulled me down until I was seated over him, my knees sinking into the plush cushion on either side of his head. His breath grazed my inner thighs, then his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding through my folds in a slow, claiming stroke that made my head fall back and a gasp tear from my throat.

“Gods…” I whispered, gripping the back of the chaise for balance as he tasted me like he was starving, every stroke of his tongue dragging me closer to the edge.

His tongue circled my clit, slow and deliberate, before he sucked it between his lips with just enough pressure to make my thighs tighten around his head.

I whimpered, my fingers threading through his hair as he licked deeper, tasting me like he meant to memorize every inch.

“Mmm… that’s it,” he murmured against me, flicking my clit with quick, merciless strokes that made my hips rock against his mouth. “Let me hear you, Ziyka. Don’t you dare hold back from me.”

His tongue worked in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart, each stroke winding me tighter until the pressure inside me became unbearable. My hips rolled against him in a desperate search for more, and he met every movement with unrelenting precision.