Page 300 of The Curse Trilogy

“Dinner is going to get cold,” I seductively tease.

“Fuck it,” he exhales as his lips return to mine.

He jerks my hips to him, and suddenly I’m lying back on the high bar as my head falls off the side. His tongue has slid down and is now daringly playing across my warmest spot as he holds the slinky underwear to the side. I feel his teeth grazing it just slightly. I’m almost hoping he’ll bite me there. Oh the erotic tingles that would follow.

I gasp as his tongue circles, and then the ginger suckling motion begins behind his lips as he pulls me tighter to his face. I grip the barstool in front of me as the overwhelming sensations become more surreal, and it snaps in my hand which only makes his twisting motions all the more powerful as he claims me.

The oohs and ahs grow louder as I moan out, and he grips my hips before his hands slide up to grab my breasts through the lacy fabric. He smirks as my legs start to quiver, warning him of my impending release that is sure to be epic, and then I finally scream out my ecstasy to warrant his smug look of triumph.

He pulls me from the countertop where he has just thoroughly left me completely shaken, and his lips devour mine with even more desire as he carries me to the bedroom. He smiles against my lips as he forces me to the bed, and his lips drag across my shoulder as his blood bringers unsheathe.

I gasp as I wait for the explosive injection of his erotic venom, and he surges into me while I’m distracted. I moan out as the divine feeling of his body melding with mine fills me, and his lips kiss his favorite spot instead of his teeth breaking the skin.

“Do it,” I plead, and he smiles as he thrusts in deeper.

“Not now. I just want you,” he murmurs softly while returning his lips to mine.

I smile now, and I grip him tighter as he thrusts in harder as my legs rise up to meet his waist again. He moans as the deeper angle gives him a much better feeling, and the deeper inside me he goes, the more I want him to stay there.

“Forever,” he murmurs into my ear.

“Yes,” I sizzle free as he pushes into me again.

His rhythm quickens, and his hands shred the corset to reveal my body in full. His lips devour my neck as he owns my body, and I just hold on while tilting my hips against his thrusts each time. The thrashing continues with more desire pouring from him than I thought possible in a sober state. Each bashing carries more exquisitely laced promise of another earth shattering moment, and each touch is mind-blowing.

Gasping breaths and pleasured moans exude from us both as he holds me at my waist with one hand, and his other steadies himself on the bed. My breath leaves me momentarily as I reach the moment too surreal to even allow me to scream.

His eyes roll back into his head when he finds the same release, and he collapses to my body with his languid, exhausted motion as he holds me to him.

“Wow,” I gush out through my breathless gasps.

“Very wow,” he murmurs with his own breathless tone.

I smile and giggle lightly as he kisses me with a smile of his own, and he pulls up the shards of the lacy fabric - remnants left behind as evidence of our torrid bedroom sexcursion.

“My savage is going to be very upset with you,” I tease.

“Or very proud of you,” he playfully retorts, and I let another laugh escape as he stands to his feet to pull his pants back on.

“You’re impossible,” he jokes while scooping me from the bed to stand me up.

“I wanted you,” I murmur as my arms rise to bring my hands around the back of his neck.

He smiles a little smugly as his lips gingerly stroke mine, and then he pulls back to walk back out to the kitchen area. I cover myself as I go back over to my bag, and he walks in holding his shirt while I dig through the sexy ensembles.

“Oh hell no. You’re not allowed to wear anything else from your bag of tricks until after we eat the food I’m microwaving now,” he jokes, and I let out a bit of a cackle at his adamancy.

“What’s wrong, Captain Banner? Not capable of saying no?” I tease.

He narrows his eyes at me in mock frustration, and he wraps his shirt around me before kissing my forehead.

“You’re not funny.”

“On the contrary, I find myself to be quite hysterically humorous,” I mock.

He lets a snicker free as I button up the dark red shirt, and he kisses me again while returning to the kitchen to free the plates from the microwave.

“I’m starting to think you didn’t want to fuck me,” I say too seductively.