Page 315 of The Curse Trilogy

“What did I do?” he muses suspiciously.

I smirk as I pull his lips down to meet mine, and I feel his bemused smile behind the kiss as he pulls me closer. His tongue lightly dances in my mouth, and my hands latch onto the back of his neck as I start pulling him toward the bedroom. It’s not soundproof in there, but they’re hybrids… they’ll understand.

“What did I do?” he chuckles out as I shut the door to the bedroom.

“What you always do,” I murmur vaguely while pulling him to the bed.

His confusion grows, but he doesn’t question the reasons why I want to ravage him. He simply falls into the moment while sliding my shirt over my head. His soft lips roll down my chest as his teeth lightly graze my skin. I gasp as my pants begin sliding down, and his lips cover me in his place of refuge.

His tongue plays back and forth, and I latch onto his hair as the stimulation grows more surreal. He tugs at my sensitive area with his incredibly soft lips while circling his tongue. The surreal feelings are beyond tantalizing, and I grip him more as he holds my hips down to force me to absorb each twisting motion of divine pleasure.

His hands slide up to my breasts momentarily before returning to my hips when I begin squirming too much. I feel him smiling against me, and then his expertise down there shines when the quickening within me threatens to force the shattering effect.

I tug at his hair as my fingers tangle in it, and I wiggle around all the more as he fights to still me. His lips and tongue work together as his breath heats me. The cool air rushes in a little more noticeably when he takes a breath, and each exhaled one brings back the warmth.

My breaths grow coarse, and my moans mingle with my pants as my breath finally does escape me. I grip him tighter to me, and then I gasp out my release when it’s too hard to scream. His lips smile again as he kisses the insides of my quivering thighs, and he slowly rolls up my body with those devilishly perfect lips.

His kiss devours me the moment he reaches my mouth, and he grips my body to his before I push him onto his back. He smirks as I play the slow game of seduction, and my tongue drags down his chest, to his stomach, and then his glorious erection.

His breath hitches when I slide his pants down, and my mouth slowly rolls over the tip. He moans as I slide my lips down to his base, and then I gingerly pull back before repeating the motion with perfect finesse.

“Damn, I love your mouth,” he exhales.

I love yours too, but mine is too full to say so right now.

I smile lightly as my motion quickens, and he grips my hair as he starts slamming me against him. I’m not ready for this game to be over just yet, so I use my gift to pin him down as I drag out the slower motion.

“Fuck. That’s not fair,” he breathes.

I smirk as I continue to torment him lightly, and he does his best to free himself from the invisible restraints. I relish his moans of ecstasy, and despite my slowed motion, I suddenly feel his warmth filling my mouth. I swallow his delicious taste, and then my lips find his as I continue to smile against him.

“One week,” I murmur against his lips as he pulls my body over his.

“One week for what?” he asks while distracted by our heated bodies rolling against each other.

“I want to get married in one week.”

He jerks me back to look at me, and it seems like he’s scared to be excited.

“Please tell me I heard you right,” he almost prays.

“Yes,” I giggle. “Unless you don’t want-”

He rips me back to his lips to silence the rest of the unnecessary sentence, and I smile bigger against the kiss as his exuberance shines through. He thrusts into me with his new erection, and I gasp as the power of his body owns mine.

His sliding motions force my body to bend and fold with pleasure as a few moans escape. My back arches to bring my ribs to his, finding the skin on skin feeling I love so much. He flips me to be underneath him, and then his lips tackle mine harder as his punishing rhythm picks up.

His strokes aren’t calculated, teasing, or dawdling in the least. I can feel his genuine excitement, and my erratic breaths rattle out as I grip him tighter. My heart pounds as my eyes gaze upon the incredible, sculpted body sliding in and out of mine, and each blistering gasp of air is divine.

His lips find my neck as his head presses into the pillow beside me, and he jerks my hips to make me meet his ruthless but exquisite thrusts. I’m still captivated by him after so many years, and I’m ready to spend my life in the arms that never let me go.

I start to scream, and his hand presses over my mouth to muffle my show of climax. I feel his warmth spreading inside me as he follows, filling me with a piece of himself. He smiles as he gently slides his hand over to press those menacing lips against mine.

“What did I do?” he asks again, and I laugh at his adorable heaps of confusion mingling with his uncontainable excitement. “I want to know so I can do it again.”

“I love you,” I murmur while yet again denying him the answer he seeks.

“I love you, baby,” he says with a salacious grin, and he starts kissing me wildly all over in a way that evokes my laughter.