Page 161 of Kingly Bitten

And his touch continued to evoke quivers of longing.

He was an addiction that I would never quit. An experiment with no end. The perfect partner for me to explore for eternity.

His mind echoed the same thoughts, his lips curling at my lust-drunk reaction.

“I’m going to keep you in this state for our entire flight,” he decided on a low murmur. “You’re going to be so sore and used when I’m done that you probably won’t be able to walk. But that’s all right. I’ll carry you. Then I’ll fuck you again because the thought of you delirious and limp from my attentions will just make me want to repeat every exquisite moment.”

I shuddered, his idea one I accepted without much consideration.

“And that’s why I’m never going to tire of you,” he added. “I’m just as addicted to you as you are to me, perhaps even more so. You’ve slain me, Calina. I never expected it. But I’ll also never fight it. We’re too good together, love. In every way.”

He kissed me again, his tongue whispering more of those delicious promises into my mouth.

I barely felt his prodding fingers at my backside.

It was just right.

He was right.

He wanted to claim me completely, take every hole, own me entirely.

I accepted because I was already his. And he was already mine.

“Yes,” I told him, answering a dozen unasked questions. “Yes, Jace.”

His lips captured mine once more, the pressure behind me building as he used water and something slippery to prepare me for his entry. It was a beastly need inside him, growing with each passing second. He needed to be there, inside me, taking me in this final manner.

Then he had thousands of other ways he intended to fuck me.

Every idea spilled through my thoughts, each one more sordid than the last.

And all they did was make me burn that much more for him.

He finally slipped out from between my thighs, the emptiness immediately making my heart ache. But then he was shifting my hips again, moving me higher, still facing him, as he angled himself against my other entrance.

This was undeniably intimate, the intensity only deepening as he met and held my gaze.

He didn’t thrust.

He slid in slowly, his mind walking me through the reactions, telling me to relax, to accept him, to allow him this final claim.

A tremble worked through me, the fullness entirely different from the front. But he quickly fixed that by sliding two fingers into my channel and stroking the place deep inside me.

“Jace,” I breathed, his name a prayer and a curse as he began to move.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his eyes still holding mine. “Tell me how you feel, Calina.”

“Full,” I whispered, arching into him.

His thumb found my clit, his fingers still deep inside, as his opposite hand grasped my hip to keep me in place.

“I feelowned,” I added on a groan as he pushed all the way forward and stretched me wide. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry or beg for more, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever anticipated.

He didn’t move apart from his fingers gently stroking that spot inside me. A quake stirred in my abdomen, spilling out through my limbs and rendering me useless.

“Perfect,” Jace murmured. “You’re so beautiful, Calina. And so damn perfect.” His eyes glittered with the truth of his words, then he kissed me and started to move.

There was nothing soft or gentle about it.