Page 263 of Cursed Evermore

“That’s it, little mage,” he murmured between licks, his voice a dark caress. “Come for me…now.”

The command broke me. Pleasure tore through me, and my cry echoed off the walls as I clenched around the wicked strokes of his tongue.

I came hard, my arousal flowing into his mouth like a river, and he held me there, drawing every last tremor from my body until I was shaking above him.

Before the aftershocks even faded, Wolfe gripped my hips, flipped me around, then stood, taking me with him. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my pulse still wild as he carried me across the room.

He set me on the table, the cool surface shocking against my overheated skin. His gaze swept over me, dark and hungry, as if the feast had only just begun.

He pulled his shirt over his head, then shoved his pants down those powerful tattooed legs. His hard cock jutted free, precum already beading on the crown. Wolfe came closer, gripped the shaft, and fisted himself, pumping out more.

“You know what to do with that.” He pointed his cock toward me.

Gods… yes. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I lowered and took his length into my mouth. Wolfe pumped once, and I tasted him in the back of my throat. Masculine energy thrummed through my tastebuds, leaving me craving more.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, and he held me with a firm grasp, guiding me to suck deeper. I did, relishing the feeling of him hardening in my mouth.

Wolfe groaned, thrusting faster and tightening his grip on my hair. Then he pulled out of my mouth, but only to grab me closer so he could plunge his cock into my entrance.

“Now,” he rasped, voice thick with promise, “I’m going to fuck you exactly the way I imagined the moment you walked in here.”

He didn’t waste time. A breath later, the heavy heat of his cock slid along my folds, wetting him with my release.

“Wolfe…” My voice broke on his name.

He pushed deeper, deep enough to make me feel every thick, claiming inch of his length. My fingers dug into the table, my breath catching as the stretch burned in the most exquisite way.

“Gods, you’re still so deliciously tight,” he growled.

He pulled back out and thrust again, harder this time, the desk creaking under the force.

Wolfe grabbed my hips, the muscles on his neck straining as he began moving inside me. Then pleasure exploded in a flurry of fireworks, every thrust sinking deeper, dragging moan after moan from my lips.

He set a rhythm that stole my breath, each thrust measured and powerful, his hips snapping forward. The table creaked under us, the sound mingling with the wet slide of his cock and my breathless whimpers.

“Look at you, Ziyka,” he rasped, his voice roughened by lust. “Taking me like you were made for this.”

Every thrust left me teetering closer to the edge, the heat between us so fierce it felt like it could burn the world down. His scent filled my head, dizzying me as much as the relentless thrusts of his cock.

“Mine,” he growled. The word vibrated through my body as he drove in harder.

He caught my wrists in one large hand, pinning them above my head on the desk, his other hand gripping my hip as he slammed into me, hitting the spot that made my vision blur. I was completely at his mercy now.

He kept pounding into me, each thrust wringing more sounds from me until I was crying out for him like a prayer, my voice breaking on it.

“Wolfe—” His name was all I could manage before the world tipped and shattered around me. Another orgasm tore through me in a rush of blinding light.

My whole body clamped down around him, the release surging in waves that had us both moaning out loud. Wolfe growled deep, as if my pleasure was the sweetest torment he’d ever endured.

“That’s it. Give it to me.” The command ripped through me like lightning, and I came again.

He drove into me twice more before he spilled inside, his grip on my throat tightening just slightly as if to anchor himself in our shared release.

He stayed there, buried inside me for a few moments before lifting me to press his forehead to mine.

“Gods help me, mage,” he murmured, his breath ragged. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”

My hands explored the hard planes of his chest before reaching his cheek, and I kissed him like I owned him, too. He kissed me back only a moment before regaining dominance, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that shattered me further.