Page 30 of Summer’s Seduction (Sinful Seasons #2)

MORPHEUS

L arkspur wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest as her lips claimed mine. Fuck , did she taste divine, like a slice of ambrosia gifted to my forsaken soul. I didn’t deserve her. Didn’t even come fucking close, but I was too selfish to give her up.

I gripped the meat of her ass, squeezing until a small gasp escaped her. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I breathed, feeling my control slipping.

“Don’t stop,” she urged between kisses, her fangs nipping my bottom lip to draw a few drops of blood. She sucked them into her mouth, tongue running along the newly healed scar. I groaned as Larkspur pulled back, looking up at me with her big green eyes.

“What is it?”

“A little bit of pain makes me feel alive,” she confessed, cheeks flaring. “I want you to show me how badly you need me, Morpheus. I want my body to be sore and aching, your touch imprinted on my soul.”

My nostrils flared as my cock twitched, scenting just how badly she meant what she said. She leaned in, dragging her tongue over the plains of my chest as she worked her way down. My wings snapped free when she sank to her knees, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock poised on the edge of her lips.

“I want to be so full of your come that the scent will never fade.”

Her tongue lashed out, licking the bead of come from my slit. She looked up at me through thick lashes, toying with me the way I’d done to her in the stream, and fuck if she didn’t make me tremble with need.

“Use me, my dark prince. Show me what it means to be wanted.”

Her lips closed around my cock, taking me deep. I groaned, knotting my fingers in her hair as she moved, her hand working the rest of me that couldn’t fit in the warmth of her mouth. Sounds of spit and panted breaths in between her sucking my cock filled the air, her fingers nearly touching as they pumped, keeping time with her mouth.

And then she looked up at me.

Her lips were swollen with saliva along the edges, my cock filling her mouth as she bobbed up and down, watching the way my breathing hitched as she swallowed me whole. My grip in her hair tightened, holding her there, pressing myself deeper.

She moaned, the vibrations of that needy sound snapping the last shred of control I had. Her hands fell away as I thrust into her. My little monster braced on her knees as I fucked her face, slamming my cock into the back of her throat as she gagged.

Fuck , did the little whimpers coming from her make me want to press her nose to my stomach as my cock pumped down her throat. With an effort, I managed to pull back, a wet popping sound filling the air between us as we both fought for breath.

Tears stained her cheeks as she looked up at me, her nose pink and slightly running, and her beautiful fucking lips were bruised from sucking my cock so well. I dragged my thumb over her bottom lip, my balls aching at knowing I was the one she knelt for.

“You want to know what it means to be used?” I asked, dragging the head of my cock across her lips, painting their swollen edges with pre-come.

She nodded, tongue lashing out to lick her lips clean. Her nipples were hard, breasts heaving with each panted breath.

“If I told you to suck my cock until you choked on my come, you would do it, wouldn’t you, little monster?”

“Yes,” she breathed, reaching for me again. I pulled back, tilting her chin up.

“I won’t be coming in your mouth tonight, Larkspur.” Her thighs clenched as her name rolled off my tongue. “Show me where you need me the most.”

She bit her lip, looking as if she might argue. I let the hint of my fangs show as I brushed the back of my knuckles along the slope of her neck, lingering over the wild beat of her pulse.

“Touch yourself as if it were me.”

Her cheeks flared, but her fingers drifted down, slipping between her thighs. “Here.”

I tsked, stroking my cock as I watched her. “You can do better than that.”

Her blush deepened as I held her gaze, the embarrassment quickly replaced by a stubborn glint swirling in her eyes. There she was. My fighter. Larkspur rose to every challenge life threw at her, proving time and again that she wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

Now was no different. She shifted, reclining against the makeshift bed and blankets I’d laid out for us as she held my gaze. Warmth cocooned us, emanating from the fire still burning strong, dispelling any need she may have had to hide beneath the cover. The light of the flames danced over her body, accentuating the curves and dips of her stomach, the swell of her breasts, and the crown of umber curls fanning out around her as she looked up at me.And then her knees parted.

Her thighs were slick with need, the sight alone almost causing me to lose control and fuck her right then.

“This is where I want you, Morpheus.” Her voice had taken on a sultry edge as her fingers trailed down her body, sliding between the wetness of her pussy before dipping inside. “I want to feel you stretch me.” A second finger joined the first. I watched as she fucked herself, finding the perfect rhythm that had her body trembling in moments. “I need to be broken and remade by you.” Her other hand drifted up, squeezing her nipple as I gripped my cock, timing my strokes to hers.

Her thumb reached up, circling her clit, her fingers glistening as she threw her head back.

“ Fuck ,” I breathed, flitting across the clearing and dropping to my knees. I drew her hand away, her strangled protests dying in the next moment as my tongue licked up her center.

Her fingers dug into my hair, pressing my face deeper. I groaned as her slickness coated my face. My nose was buried in her soft curls as her hips undulated, grinding her slit against me as I heeded her command, swirling and sucking until her thighs trembled and her back arched. She was close. So close.

“Scream for me, little monster.”

My fangs sank into the flesh around her clit, the bite shallow but potent with the pleasure it would cause. Larkspur gasped, her back bowing as she came, her hand holding me to her pussy. My tongue swirled as my fangs drank, pumping ecstasy into her veins with each pull.

“Fuck, Morpheus,” she panted as pulse after pulse of rapture washed through her. I tasted how her climax sweetened her blood, how her body was coming down from the high and already eager for more.

I withdrew my fangs, my tongue lapping at the mess until the pricks were healed and her clit was swollen, until she was writhing beneath me, begging for another release.

Gripping the inside of her thighs, I pressed her legs wide, drinking in the sight of her. “Such a messy girl.”

She whimpered, nipples hard as she panted with need. I notched the head of my cock at her entrance, just as desperate for her as she was for me. I’d fucked hundreds of times, flitting through partners like turning the pages of a book. There was always another one. Forever someone else to discover, but Larkspur was different.

She was everything. She was kind in a realm of cruelty. The one being that had tasted my blood and seen— truly seen —me. And still, she stayed. Somehow, this incredible goddess before me had transversed the wickedness of my mind, the cowardice of my past, and had decided to share her body with me anyway.

For the first time in my long life, I sent a prayer to the fates that I might be worthy of her heart.

“You’re mine now, Larkspur.” The words were a growl as I thrust into her, a gasp tearing from her throat as I stretched her tight pussy. Her slickness welcomed me in as I moved, her small cries shifting into deep moans as her body adjusted to my length.

Her hands gripped the sheets, hanging on as I fucked her hard, using my little monster just like she wanted me to. I lifted her ankle, positioning one and then the other over my shoulder as I took her deeper, pounding into her like I could brand her bones with my soul.

I leaned down as her needy sounds grew frenzied, my tongue lashing out over the jumping pulse in her neck a moment before my fangs tore flesh.

She came hard, her whimpers of pain and pleasure swirling together. My balls seized as my own orgasm followed hers. I rocked in her, each thrust pumping more of my come into that sweet pussy of hers, filling her up with my scent.

Mine.

Our bodies slowed, our souls drifting back down as our chests heaved. I rolled to the side, my cock still buried in her flesh as I turned us.

Larkspur gave a startled little gasp, the sound throaty and coated in the aftereffects of her climax. She settled her thighs on either side of me, resting her head on my chest.

“That was delicious,” she breathed sleepily, her eyes closed.

I brushed away damp strands of her hair, a deep chuckle rumbling in my chest. “It was definitely a start.”

She lifted her head, brows raised as she looked up from my chest. “Start?”

My wicked grin met hers, my cock already hardening in the heat of her pussy. “You asked me to show you what it meant to be used.”

Larkspur pressed up on her hands, her thighs straddling me as I started to move within her.

“Now, I want to show you what it means to be worshiped.”

That familiar flush crept up her skin, nipples pebbling as our pace increased. My hands braced her ass, lifting and dropping her on my hardening cock in a slow, rhythmic motion that had her back arching. A trickle of blood rolled down from the bite in her neck, coating her breast in a trail of red.

I sat up, licking the scarlet drop as our bodies rocked, before bringing my lips to hers. It was soft and slow, the tenderness of it reverberating through this moment as our breaths synced.

“I want to show you what it means to be loved.”