Page 86 of Paramour of Sin

Because in the next moment, she rolled into me, knocking me to my back as she expertly straddled my hips and took me inside her in a sensual move that had me seeing stars.

I wasn’t even sure how she removed my hand, but it was on her hip now, my fingers slick with her arousal, and she was riding us both to completion.

My mind blinked in and out of focus, the beautiful woman astride me taking me completely off guard and teaching me a lesson unlike any I’d experienced before.

She’s mastering me,I realized, my grip tightening against her hip as I took back my control.

Her back hit the mattress on a breath of sound, and I sank back into her.

“Zane,” she groaned, her nails raking down my back.

I captured her mouth, kissing her hard, and dominating her with my tongue.

She fought back.

And it turned into a sensual battle of wills between two equally charged sex demons. We were still high on Zebulon’s essence, our bodies primed and ready for a hot mating that didn’t require feeding. Which was precisely what we did.

We indulged our baser instincts, driving each other into a climax that left us panting and cursing and partially laughing in Zebulon’s bed.

If he returned now, he’d be extremely amused.

And then he’d demand a repeat performance, something I wasn’t ready to give yet.Maybe in five minutes, I thought, breathing hard as I collapsed onto the pillow beside Guinevere.

She giggled, then looked at me, and giggled again.

“You’re so high,” I said.

“I am,” she agreed. “Demons, I feel… like… I could go run a marathon, or twelve. Or maybe just have a marathon in bed?”

“I’m up for that,” I drawled.

She glanced down at my groin, then grinned. “Yes, you are.” Then she met my gaze. “But I’m still mad at you.”

I heaved a sigh. “I know.”

“I mean, just because we’re playing… and we’re like, really good at playing… doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she added.

My lips twitched, her phrasing amusing, and repeated, “I know.”

She rolled her head on the pillow to look at me.. “I’m not kidding, Zane. You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” I agreed for a third time. “But I’m an asshole who’s wanted you since the day I met you. So forgive me if I just enjoy this for a moment. Because last night was hands down the best sex of my life. And I’m a little annoyed with myself for waiting this long.”

She considered that for a moment, a hint of pride touching her irises. As it should. I’d just paid her a huge compliment, and I sort of wanted to hear it back from her. But I wasn’t about to push my luck.

This was everything I’d ever wanted. And so much more.

Brushing my fingers down her cheek, I said, “I told him how much I hated not being able to touch you.”

“You did?”

I nodded. “A few times. But I never argued with Lord Zebulon because he was right.”

“He was right?” she repeated, a note of disbelief in her tone. “You think it’s okay that he forbade you from touching me?”

“Not exactly,” I started slowly, thinking through how I wanted to phrase this. “It’s just… well, you were new. You needed time to grow. To become your own demon. And I didn’t want to take advantage of you. Which was what could have happened as your mentor.”

I’d spent so many years as a professor at Underworld University that it came naturally to me to deny a student.