Page 52 of Paramour of Sin

Her nails dug into my boxers, her entire body seeming to go up into flames beneath me. I grinned against her panting mouth, amused. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” she hissed, arching into him. She reached down with her opposite hand to thread her fingers through his hair, then she kissed me. Not the other way around this time, but the succubus taking control of an act she knew she could drive.

And I allowed it, indulging her need to flourish in an atmosphere she clearly owned.

Her tongue stroked mine, her sweet taste infiltrating my senses and captivating me. Zane growled as she tugged on his hair, then she gasped as he did something with his mouth.

The give and take between them was palpable, her energy reacting to his and seducing mine.

She started to tremble, her pleasure mounting, and I could almost taste her impending climax on her tongue.Demons, it was addicting, her succubus energy swathing me in a cloak of desire and heat. I wanted to swallow every moan, evoke every scream, and drive her into an oblivion that left her replete and exhausted and so well used, she never needed another man again.

Except it wasn’t me between her legs.

It was Zane.

And together, we were pushing her to the point of no return.

I palmed her breast, squeezing the generous flesh before teasing her nipple. Then I released her mouth to take the stiff peek into my mouth and destroy her with my tongue.

She cried out, the onslaught too much for her to hold back.

I doused her with my energy, allowing her to feel how badly I wanted her, how badly I wanted Zane, how badly I wanted this, and sent her careening into an orgasmic bliss underlined in power.

“Mmm,” Zane hummed against her. “I intend to do that at least two more times tonight.”

“You’re going to kiss me first,” I told him, needing to taste her on his tongue.

“Of course, my lord.” He crawled up her body, then leaned on his elbow beside her and offered me his mouth.

I slipped my fingers into his hair, finding Guinevere’s hand still there, and gave her a squeeze.

Then I devoured her taste from his tongue. I traced every inch, sucked off her flavor, and swallowed her essence with a groan.

“Sweet, isn’t she?” Zane asked, his silver-blue eyes glimmering with approval.

“Very,” I said before kissing a path down her body to indulge in my own taste.

Zane took over kissing her, his hand molding to her tit, squeezing, pinching, and driving her into another frenzied state of ecstasy while I indulged her below.

She tasted fucking decadent. Like forbidden fruit, sweet, wet, and hot from the sunshine. A damn peach fresh from a tree. More angel than demon, which I knew wasn’t true, but a fact regardless of the truth.

I could do this all night, but I felt her need for more, heard her subtle whimper begging for my pleasure, and knew her succubus soul was starved for me.

All these years of kisses had left her fulfilled.

But tonight, she needed more.

She needed a full dose.

And I fully intended to satisfy her.

I crawled up her body, placing my legs on either side of her trim waist and anchoring her in place. Zane moved aside, but I stopped him with a firm grip on his hip. “Lose the boxers.”

He didn’t argue or protest, shedding the fabric in an expert move worthy of an incubus of his standing.

I didn’t wait.

I didn’t ask.