Page 43 of The Call of Crimson (The Crimson & Shadows #2)

Realizing he won’t be able to move unless he chooses to fight back with his own Gift, he relents, letting his head rest against the floor as he stares up at me with murder and hunger in his glowing eyes.

“Well?” I purr, striding toward him. “What would you do? Because I made a deal with him, and if I don’t figure his illusions out soon, I’m going to be kissing him a lot.”

“You’re playing with fucking fire, Breyla.”

“Yes, but you like my flames,” I smirk.

“I’ll tell you after we’re done here,” Aurelius promises.

I stand over his body, my feet straddling his hips. Ravenous, lust-crazed eyes stare up at me, but there’s something else there, too. Something akin to desperation.

“Tell me what you want.” I lift my skirt up to my waist, exposing my dripping sex to him.

“Sit that pretty wet pussy down. Now ,” he demands.

With a devious grin, I acquiesce to his request. Mostly.

I take a step forward until my feet bracket his face, then drop to my knees, hovering right above his dark and sinful mouth.

“Breyla.” My name is a strangled moan on his lips.

“You know damn well this is not what I meant,” Aurelius says, his hands coming to grasp my thighs. His fingers clench down on the tender flesh as he draws in a long breath of my sex.

“Is it not? Instructions were unclear.”

“You’re hovering.” I moan softly when his fingers bite into my thighs. “I. Said. Fucking. Sit.”

The words are clipped and guttural, then he’s pulling me down so my center comes crashing down onto his mouth.

His tongue cleaves in and out as I writhe against him, hips rolling in my attempt to take him deeper.

A thick finger gathers the arousal between my thighs before tracing a line back to my other hole. He rubs the tight muscles slowly as his tongue trails up to my clit, flicking back and forth quickly. With no warning, he buries a knuckle inside, drawing a sharp, surprised gasp from me.

“Aurelius,” I hiss. “A little warning next time.”

He pulls back, chuckling darkly. “How about this for a warning? The next time I take you—I’m taking you here, little demon.”

My inner walls clench, tightening around his digit as he works it in and out.

“Fuck,” I rasp, “you say such romantic things to me.”

With a wicked grin, Aurelius returns to eating my cunt like he’s starving, and I’m the only sustenance in sight.

I roll my hips, the movement driving me between his tongue and that sinful finger.

The burn quickly fades to warm pleasure, building deep in my core.

His tongue nips and sucks at my clit, driving me steadily higher towards release.

Shamelessly, I grind against his face, chasing my pleasure against his hot, wet mouth.

Despite being fully buried in my center, I swear I hear him whisper, “ Come on my face, little demon.”

Aurelius’ teeth find my clit in the next heartbeat, shooting me straight into bliss. Pleasure detonates through every nerve ending, my vision blackening around the edges as I crash into release.

I slump forward on trembling arms, catching myself with a hand braced next to Aurelius’ head.

Chest heaving, I whimper as the aftershocks roll through me, and still, Aurelius laps at me with unrelenting hunger.

On shaking legs, I finally wrench myself away.

There’s a smug gleam in his dark eyes, the crimson flecks bright and burning.

He wraps his large hand around the column of my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, and yanks me down into a punishing kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the tangy sweetness eliciting an erotic sensation I can’t refuse.

He pulls back, his voice a growl against my mouth, “Now, for the love of the gods, sit on my cock and ride me like a good girl.”

I swing a leg over his hips, straddling him— backward. I grin to myself as I lower, his cock nudging my entrance.

Aurelius snarls, his body tensing beneath me.

“Turn around,” he orders, voice lethal. “I want you looking at me as I fill that sweet, filthy cunt. I will see you as I bottom out and take you to heights no one else ever has—or ever will again.”

“But I like the way you fill me from behind.” I pout, sinking lower so just his tip presses inside me.

A shiver runs up my spine, and suddenly, my legs lock , refusing to obey my desire to move.

“I said—turn around,” he hisses. “Or I will gladly turn you myself. ”

The grip on my body slackens enough to allow movement, and with a sigh, I shift to face him.

“Happy?” I ask sweetly.

“Ecstat—”

He doesn’t finish the word. I slam down onto him, burying him to the hilt in one brutal move.

We gasp in unison.

“Move those hips, Princess,” he demands, voice strained.

I obey, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate figure eights.

Aurelius cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, sending pleasure sparking through my core.

My pace quickens, need driving my every move.

I listen to the demands of my body, riding Aurelius harder and faster, then eventually switching to lifting myself up and slamming down onto him. The change leaves us both panting, desperate for more of the other.

Aurelius strains upward, trying to bring himself closer to my writhing body atop him. The shadows still woven around his neck keep him anchored.

I tighten their hold ever so slightly in warning. I will take what I want from him because I am in control now.

“Harder,” he demands.

His words catch me by surprise. He likes it rough, but I never pictured it going this far.

I tighten the shadows more, and I swear I feel him harden further inside of me, his head thrown back in utter bliss.

Aurelius bucks up from below, driving into me with brutal force, and I barely have time to brace myself.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

Worried he might pass out, I slacken the shadows' hold just enough for him to drag in air.

Heated eyes find mine instantly. “I didn’t say stop,” he growls. “Now fucking come for me before I lose all control.”

I keep moving, swiveling my hips in such a way that my clit rubs against him, driving me to the precipice of another orgasm.

My shadows constrict around his throat once more, and his hand shoots up, wrapping around my own throat. He squeezes just enough to make my vision blur.

At the same time, his Hemonia Gift flares, sending a rush of blood straight to my sex and nipples, magnifying every ounce of sensation.

It pushes me right over the edge.

I cry out, clenching around him in a devastating orgasm as he shudders beneath me, pulsing deep inside.

Hot, wet release spills between us, and I collapse forward onto his chest, both of us panting like we’ve been fighting for our lives.

When we finally break apart, Aurelius’s voice is low and smug as he purrs, “As I said—just like a wild animal . ”

Shaking my head at his antics, I roll off him, immediately mourning the loss of him inside me.

“Now,” I rasp, “tell me what you’d do to someone who kissed me.”

Aurelius’ smile is slow, feral. “I would cut out his tongue and remove his eyes, then fuck you in front of him?—”

“Oh, but we’ve already played that game, and the prince quite enjoys it,” I interrupt to taunt him.

He grins wilder, lethal.“—leaving him only his ears,” he finishes. “So he can hear your pleasure but never witness it. Never taste it. Never touch it.”

I turn my head to the side to study him. Sweat clings to his face, his dark locks drenched. Still burning with violent devotion.

“Gods, you say such depraved things,” I finally say.

His hand slides up to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp.

“I’d do much more depraved things, little demon,” he whispers, “if it meant keeping you mine.”

It’s a threat and a promise all at once.

It’s a prayer.

And gods help me, I believe him.