Page 87 of Liar Witch

I can feel my balls drawing up.

“Please, mate. I want to be inside you when I come.”

She slows her pace before giving the tip of my cock a final, long lick that has me shuddering all over again before moving back. My entire body screams at me for inciting the interruption, but despite my inexperience, I don’t want this to end too quickly.

I almost fall on my ass as I drag her out of the bath and into the bedroom, but I don’t have it in me to care. I drop her—still glistening with water—in the middle of the bed and fall on top of her in my eagerness.

My fingers dip below her navel, ever so gently tracing the lines of her sex. She’s so slick. Like silk.

I press one digit into her, then another, loving the way her head falls back as she loses herself to the sensation. She’s shameless and wanton as her body raises and lowers, fucking herself on my hand.

When my fingers withdraw, I raise them to my lips, holding eye contact as I taste her.

“Perfect,” I whisper.

“Almost,” she replies. “Perfect is you inside of me.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I try to go slow, lining us up and pressing forward gently. Nilsa’s having none of it. Her nails dig into my ass, pulling me closer, taking me deeper as she consumes me. It takes everything I have not to come instantly. I start reciting the sirenae alphabet backwards in my mind in an effort to hold off. Every muscle in my body is almost painfully tense, and yet the only thing I can focus on is the place where we join.

Goddess. She’s right. This isperfect.

Warm and snug and right in a way I instinctively know it will only ever be with Nilsa.

I never want to leave.

My warrior has other ideas. With a snap of her hips she rolls us until she’s on top, the weight of her barely settling over me before she starts to move.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my hands come to rest on her hips, encouraging her.

She grins down at me. “That is the general idea.”

I bounce her on top of me, punishing her for her cheekiness. She gasps, her whole body arching forward until her breasts jut out at just the right angle. When she looks down at me with glazed eyes, I do it again.

“Klaus!”

My smile turns savage as one hand moves closer to the point where we’re joined, stroking the tiny pearl of flesh above it.

It’s like a small explosion goes off inside her body. Her channel clenches me so tightly that I curse. My control snaps. I’m bucking against her, chasing my own release without any restraint.

Nilsa loves it. I can feel her still rippling around me. Her fingernails score my back with each thrust. Each of her gasps spur me on. Her moans driving my own need higher.

When I come, it’s with a shuddering groan.

Nilsa falls on me, pressing our bodies together as we both lay immobile, panting.

It takes a long time for my heartbeat to return to normal and for my brain to work again. By then, Nilsa’s curled up against my chest, her head resting over my heart.

“What had you thinking so hard earlier?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer immediately, but when she does, her voice is quiet.

“I want to break the fae bargain they have with the Eagle. It’s too risky otherwise. What if I die and they’re leashed to her forever?”

“That won’t happen.”

“If it does,” she insists, shrugging off my attempt at comfort with the cold practicality of an assassin. “I want them to be free. If I manage to free them before I go against her again, then I’ll have them to fight with me. It’s a win-win situation for us.”