Page 10 of The Death Dealer (Sentinels of Magic Book 2)

Soleil dreamed of Trevor.

Dressed to the nines in Regency garb, he presented her with a mini blood-red rosebush. His eyes were liquid pools of molten steel as they traveled the length of her body. Glancing down, she gasped.

She was dressed in nothing but a tightly cinched white corset that went from just above her hips to her breasts, and stockings tied up by frilly pink garters. Matching pink bows were placed over the nipple area. Four-inch white fuck-me heels completed the outfit, and her overall look was sexy virginal vixen. Soleil frowned down at her body but didn’t have long to think about the fact her outfit was more modern-boudoir couture than Regency underwear.

In a move that stole her breath away, Trevor knelt in front of her and grinned his appreciation at seeing her bits up close and personal. His hands traveled the length of her stockinged calves, beyond her knee, pausing only when they hit the skin of her upper thigh. He groaned and pressed his forehead against her corset-clad belly as his fingers skimmed her exposed promised land, coming back wet.

With nothing left to do but enjoy her wicked fantasy, she gripped Trevor’s thick sandy-brown hair and dragged his head back, meeting his hungry gaze.

“No, milord. We’ll be found out. My reputation will be in ruins,” she protested in a temptress’s husky voice not her own.

To her eternal delight, he growled and clutched her ass cheeks, dragging her closer until his mouth was an inch away. “Fuck your reputation!”

His tongue swept her folds, teasing, tasting, and she pressed her pelvis into him, urging him on with hands, hips, and fevered pleas. Trevor feasted as if he were a starving man. As pleasure curled through her, a moan was ripped from her throat.

“Yes,” she cried between panting breaths. “Yes!”

She shattered into a million pieces, and shudders wracked her body as her eyes rolled so far back, she would’ve sworn she saw behind her. When she returned to herself, she was lying on a four-poster bed, with its velvet curtains enclosing them in an intimate cocoon. Her legs were splayed wide, and between them, Trevor was kneeling, resting on his heels as he admired the view.

With purposeful movements, he disrobed and ripped at the flap of his smalls. An instant later, his member was free and cradled in his large palm. As she watched, he thumbed the pre-cum on the tip and smoothed it down the shaft. Using his other hand, he reached for her, plunging his middle finger inside her. With agonizing slowness, he eased it in and out with the same rhythmic stroke he used to pleasure himself.

Soleil had never seen anything so fucking hot in her life.

“Free your breasts,” he rasped.

Hurrying to do his bidding, she snapped her fingers to loosen her corset ties, then shoved it down to expose herself to his burning gaze.

“Touch them,” he ordered.

She did.

“Cup them and offer yourself to me.”

Again, she complied with his demand. Arching her back, she shoved her chest forward.

“Christ, you have great tits, Dalli.”

A shiver ran through her at the roughness in his voice. He was a man on the edge, ready to take her. Savagely use her in ways a woman secretly yearned to be used.

Gripping her hips, he pressed the head of his dick to her opening.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you scream.”

“I want you to fuck me until I scream,” she replied dutifully and oh-so truthfully.

“Trevor,” he said. “I want you to fuck me until I scream, Trevor.”

Again, she did as he commanded and repeated him word for word.

A wicked light entered his eyes as they settled on her panting mouth.

“I want you to do something for me first, though.” Her lips parted further in her surprise as he crawled up her body and presented his fisted cock to her. “Suck it.”

“With pleasure, milord,” she replied, licking her lips.

His tortured groan made her smile as she closed her mouth around him, deep-throating him with every slow, sensuous thrust of his hips. He started to draw back as if he feared losing control, and Soleil gripped his beautifully sculpted ass to hold him in place.

“Dalli,” he gasped. “I’m going to come in two seconds if you keep that up.”

“I don’t mind,” she whispered her assurance.

“No.” He clasped her wrists and pinned her arms over her head. Shifting, he straddled her stomach, careful not to crush her. Bent over her as he was, she was at his mercy, and the knowledge shined triumphantly in his burning gaze.

Still slick from her mouth, he pushed his rock-hard staff between her breasts, then back.

“Don’t move.” He released her wrists.

She started to shift anyway.

Taking hold of the curtain, he tore it from its mooring and wrapped it around one of the four corners of the bed. He used the remaining length to secure her in place.

“I said, don’t move. Unless you’re into spankings. Are you?”

They were both breathing hard. Challenge sparking between them.

A naughty smile curled her lips. “Do your worst, milord.”

“Ah, Dalli, my worst will leave you unable to walk tomorrow.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

His brows shot up, and his first thrust was ruthlessly hard as he watched her expression closely.

She countered by spreading her thighs wider and locking her ankles around his waist.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted.

His smile was pure deviltry but quickly faded as he pumped into her in earnest, wringing grunts and groans from them both.

Cupping her breasts, he buried his face between them and thrust harder. Faster.

The slap of skin on skin filled the room, and it was music to Soleil’s ears. As were all the filthy words he spouted.

He flipped her over as if she was a featherweight, then wrapped one muscular arm across her lower abdomen to hold her tight. When his finger circled her anus, she became a little nervous and shifted to get away, never having tried anal sex before.

Trevor delivered a stinging smack to her ass, immediately applying pressure and rubbing it to take away any pain. She understood, at that moment, that pain and pleasure were a double-edged sword. One could enhance the other.

“Don’t move, Dalli. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Molten heat flowed through her, and she was so wet for him, she squirmed.

Using her desire for lubrication, he slid his fingers up her crack and back, teasing the opening of her ass. There was something about the will-he-won’t-he that drove her mad.

“I will,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, causing her body to quake. “But not this time.”

She shuddered, not with fear, but with anticipation there would be more nights like this.

The smile curling his mouth raised gooseflesh on her skin as he kissed her nape. Until that second, she hadn’t realized he had her by the hair, with her neck angled to expose her throat to his lips. He nipped her shoulder as he thrust into her vagina, causing her to instinctively flinch back into him as he shifted forward. He plunged to the hilt, and nothing had ever felt so good. Their joining was otherworldly, and the fullness of him inside her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as if their bodies were made for each other. Made for hot, animal sex.

His other hand closed over her breast, and he toyed with her nipple, lightly pinching, making her moan. Never had such need consumed her. Stars were gathering behind her lids, and she feared passing out.

He stopped moving, and she cried out in her disappointment.

With a laugh, he kissed the center of her back and shifted her for missionary style.

“No, Dalli. I’m fucking you proper.”

“Yes, you are.”

His mouth closed over a nipple, and when his teeth clamped over the tip, he bit down. That tiniest bit of pain enhanced her pleasure tenfold, and she screamed his name as her body convulsed with her release.

His cum felt hot within the wall of her womb, and she used her legs to hold him in place as she ground her pelvis against his.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

When she came down, she found him watching her, something like awe in his eyes. With a simple snap of his fingers, she was free of her bonds.

Trevor brushed his lips over hers, then pulled back with a grin.

“I think after those screams, your reputation is in tatters, Dalli.”

“We’re sure to be discovered, milord,” she panted.

His soft chuckle washed over her. “I underestimated you, Soleil Stephens.”

“People usually do.”

“Mm. I expect they do.” His eyes missed nothing as they raked her face and naked body. “Yes, I expect they do.”

She blinked, and he was gone.

Heart pounding, Soleil woke up and eased into a sitting position. She was back in her room, and Trevor was nowhere to be found. Yet the feeling between her legs, the dampness and the sensation of great sex, stuck with her.

Turning on the light and drawing her nightgown down her chest, she gasped, shocked to see whisker burns. Frowning, she examined her wrists. The skin was red where the material had bound her.

“What the actual fuck?” she whispered to herself.

The connecting door burst open and slammed against the wall. Trevor was there, breathing hard and looking like an enraged bull. “Did you plan that?”

“What?”

“You know damned well what!”

He’d stormed halfway into her room before jerking to a halt. His focus locking on her exposed breasts. “Jesus H!”

“My thoughts exactly!”

With concerted effortand because Soleil yanked up the sheet, which was a fucking shame, Trevor tore his gaze away from her perfectly formed, porcelain-like globes, with their pebbled dusty-rose nipples, and met her wary look.

“Did we?—”

“Did you?—”

“How—”

“What—”

They were both at a loss.

Trevor held up a hand to stop the madness. “Look, we’ve got to find a solution to this mental connection. In the meantime, you have to rein in your fantasies so I can get some sleep.”

“My fantasies? Mine?”

He held firm to his convictions, not allowing himself to wince at her shrieking tone.

“Yes, and?—”

She threw a pillow. “You delusional bastard!”

“Wha—” A second pillow hit him in the face in rapid succession.

“Don’t think for one minute I conjured that porn-star corset, silky stockings, and those damned ankle-breaking heels! None of which were historically accurate for the time, I might add. And I certainly wouldn’t have created anything so revealing for myself,” she said with heat.

His brows shot up. “Really? Because I remember some filthy things coming out of your mouth.”

Her mortification turned her eyes positively volcanic and her skin lava red.

Trevor had a sudden desire to laugh. To tease her unmercifully. “‘I want you to fuck me until I scream, Trevor,’” he mocked.

“I hate you.”

“So you keep saying.” He moved closer, drawing back the sheet to admire her perfect tits. “But you don’t. Not even a little, Dalli.”

Her skin flushed, starting at those beautiful breasts and working up her neck to rest on her cheekbones.

When her lips parted, likely to blast him with some snarky comment or another, he dipped his thumb into the opening. “I can’t say I was shocked by what you could do with that fabulous mouth, but damn, was I glad.”

Her blush deepened, but she maintained eye contact. Challenging him to act. Goddess, he wanted to, but fantasies and real life were two different beasts.

With a tenderness foreign to him, he brushed her messy chestnut hair from her face, luxuriating in the feel for a brief second or ten. He bent at the waist until their faces were level.

“You were right.”

“Of course I was.” She paused and frowned. “About what?”

“I did conjure the porn-star outfit for you,” he confessed before capturing her mouth with his.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she held him prisoner with her fierce grip, like she had in their shared dream. Trev didn’t mind. He appreciated the wildcat side of her. When he pulled back, he wanted to say screw his career, screw taking the high road so she wouldn’t be hurt in the long run, screw worrying about bruised hearts. He wanted to take what she innocently and willingly offered.

But he wouldn’t. There was still a decent guy inside somewhere. He only had to dig deep enough to find him.

“Good night, Dalli.”