Page 25 of Summer’s Seduction (Sinful Seasons #2)
LARKSPUR
I held his gaze a moment longer, needing to be sure he meant it. Gods below, I hadn’t known how much I needed to kill them, to avenge every wrong that had been committed against me, but Morpheus had me realizing that I didn’t have to be okay with the shit they’d done. I was allowed to be angry—justified in my need for retribution. For the first time in a long time, it felt like I might have a future. And that was all thanks to Morpheus.
Seeing the unwavering conviction in his eyes, I nodded. Then my handsdrifted down the hard planes of his chest, tracing the grooves of muscle, and the dip of his hips until my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
Fuck, he was huge. My fingers couldn’t quite close around him, forcing me to squeeze tighter as I stroked. Somehow, I knew he liked his pleasure tempered by a touch of pain. Our bodies were still slick with water, the bath draining around us, and I used it, working his cock with my hand as I arched my back, my nipples grazing his chest.
Morpheus groaned, head falling back, as I dragged the pad of my thumb across his slit, smearing the bead of come over his head as I angled him toward my pussy.
His body was trembling, muscles tense with the need to move.
“Not here,” he breathed. Before his words registered, Morpheus lifted me from the tub and flitted further into the cavern.
My hands wrapped around his neck as we flitted through a small opening in the far side of the cavern. The world stilled as silence stretched, interrupted only by the gentle murmurs of a rolling stream. The cavern walls were sculpted by nature and illuminated by the vast stretch of stars glittering in the night sky above. Roots dug between rocks coated in thick layers of soft moss, and there were small flowers blooming in clusters climbing up the length of the walls.
There were no candles here. No baths, carved structures, or any sign of alteration. This place was untouched. Beautiful. Pure.
At the center of the hollowed space was a waterfall. Clear waters trickled over stone, tumbling gently in a spray of steam to the shallow pool below. The same soft moss that lingered along the walls of the cavern coated the ground, splashes of moonlight shimmering as it reflected off the inviting waters.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed as Morpheus walked into the pool and toward the waterfall's edge. “And warm.”
“Vast rivers of magma run deep beneath our kingdom before they rise in Tartarus. It has some benefits.”
My lips twitched as I eased the rest of my body down, the water stopping at mid-thigh. His cock pressed to my stomach as he held me against him. Mist rose from the waterfall at my back, the warmth sending a shiver down my spine, causing me to tilt my hips.
Morpheus’s hand gripped my ass as I linked my hands around his neck. He was hard, his entire body tense. I could feel how much he wanted me, could smell his arousal clashing with mine, but still, he waited for me, knowing that, especially after a day like today, I needed to be the one in charge. And fuck if that small realization wasn’t everything.
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
It was like unleashing a ravenous hound on a hare. Morpheus tangled his hand in my hair, tugging until I opened for him with a gasp. His tongue swept against mine, warring with one another as if angry that we’d waited so long.
And I was angry. I was furious. I hated that he—Hypnos’s son, The Dark Prince—was the one who saw me, the only one who understood me because he was just as fucked up as I was.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, tugging myself up, needing more.
Morpheus hissed as I drew blood, his hands gripping my ass a moment later and lifting me until I was settled around his waist, his cock pressed to my center. I arched my hips, lifting, needing him just a little lower.
A growl tore from his throat, and his fingers flexed. There was a brush of wind, and then he laid me down.
I started to turn, attempting to roll us. I was only ever on top. The idea of willingly letting another person be in control, of putting myself in danger, was unbearable.
“You’re safe, little monster,” he whispered against my ear, easing back enough to dispel the wave of worry that had started to gather. My heart was hammering against my ribs, chest heaving—but then his mouth was on me, licking and sucking the curve of my neck.
“What would you like me to do?” Morpheus purred, his hand cupping my breast as his lips closed over the other. I gasped as fangs dragged across my nipple. “Tell me, would you like it if I bit you here?”
He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking as his fingers pinched the other.
“Yes,” I moaned, the taste of his blood still lingering on my tongue. He looked up, my breasts heaving inches from his lips. “I want you to bite me, Morpheus. No memories, but I want us… connected. Like we were before.”
“Glimpsing my past didn’t frighten you?” His tongue lashed out, languidly teasing my breasts in between words, and I fought getting lost in his touch.
“No, because I could feel you.” I swallowed down a needy moan as his fangs grazed down the slope of my breasts, trailing lower to the curve of my stomach. “I knew your heart, your soul, and its torment was a familiar shadow.”
Tendrils of his hair fell forward as he kissed the soft curls between my legs as if what we were doing was sacred. Our form of hallowed worship.
“I’ve never allowed another to see.” His hands moved down to either side of my ass, tilting my slick pussy up for him as his tongue teased the inside of my thigh.
My forearms pressed into the soft moss around me as I propped myself up, watching Morpheus grow closer to where I needed him most. Gods, it was torture in the best sort of way. I needed this, the build-up—the anticipation. And Morpheus knew just how far to push me.
“You’ve never been bitten either?”
“I have,” he rumbled, his hands coming around to press my thighs further apart. “But I can block memories and emotions from transferring.” His thumbs trailed up, running through the slickness that had built. Parting my flesh, he leaned down, lips hovering over me. “But I wanted you to see me.”
His tongue was on me in the next breath, running up the length of my pussy before circling my clit. My head dropped back, and Morpheus growled, the rumble vibrating across my pussy and leaving me writing beneath him. He unleashed himself on me, feasting as if I were the only thing keeping him alive.
My fingers dug into his hair as I pressed against his mouth, groaning as his teeth scraped against my clit.
“Bite me,” I pleaded, too lost to the desperate pleasure to care. “Morpheus, I need you.”
His mouth rumbled, the sound more beast than man as he thrust two fingers through the mess he made, curling them as he sucked my clit hard. I was grinding against his tongue, rocking my pussy around his fingers as pulses of pleasure shot through me.My fingers dug into his hair, pressing him closer as an orgasm blasted through me.
“So fucking sweet,” Morpheus murmured, licking up my center before pressing a kiss to the large vein in my inner thigh. His fingers started pumping, working my swollen flesh into another coiled tension, not letting me come down from the high before I was already panting for more.
“Gods,” I breathed, the mounting pleasure almost painful. A third finger pressed inside me, that delicious stretch nearly my undoing. “Morpheus, please.”
“I love the way you beg.” The words rumbled over my pussy before his fangs sank into my thigh. My back arched as the orgasm tore through me. My magic reached for him, willing him to feel every moment of pleasure that he caused—every pulse of ecstasy that shot through my veins as he consumed my blood. My dark tendrils of persuasion rushed against the walls of his mind, begging for entrance. Promising bliss.
I wanted him to smell like me—needed every being that scented him to know that I was the one he chose, the woman he’d spent his night feasting on.
Shadows answered, flitting through the feelings I offered as if screening what my intentions were. And then the resistance was gone, and our minds were linked. Morpheus groaned as he sucked, his body tensing as I sent another wave of desire coiling through him, allowing him to feel each wave as it crested through my trembling body.
I felt him tense, felt my orgasm fuel his own as he drank. As his fingers stretched my drenched pussy.
“Come for me, my Dark Prince,” I whispered, feeling my body tense again. The words vibrated with a melody only the two of us understood, our magic weaving together until I wasn’t sure where I stopped, and he began.
Everything fell away. It was just us. Just his tongue lapping at the blood trickling from my thigh to my pussy, his lips slick with my wetness and smeared scarlet with my blood. His fingers stretched me, his golden eyes gazing up as his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with the ones thrusting inside of me.
And then we were falling—diving over the cliff together. A whimper tore through my throat, the release too much, too powerful after every other orgasm he’d just delivered. He eased his fingers out of me as my chest heaved, my pulse thrumming in the haze of pure euphoria.
He pressed one last kiss to my pussy before sitting back, licking his fingers one by one until they were clean. He dragged his thumb across the corner of his mouth, gathering the last of my blood on the tip before his lips closed around that, too. So fucking filthy. And I loved it.
“Delicious.” Morpheus’s lips tilted in a lopsided grin as if he could read my thoughts. He stood, gathering me in his arms before turning toward the steaming waterfall. I let him carry me, still too fuzzy from pleasure to care if it made me look weak. “Let’s get you cleaned up, little monster. We’ve only just begun.”