Page 55 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

Jayce

“ D o you want to talk to your mom about it?” I ask her softly, even if all I want to do is obey that request of hers.

“Not tonight,” she whispers, her hands running up my thighs.

Damn...

Seeing her like this, I don’t need to be told a second time. I tug her close, placing a slow, deliberate kiss on her lips, enough to give her a taste but leave her wanting far more. Pulling away, I stand up, slipping on my shoes as she whispers a spell and passes me a now clean shirt.

“That’s neat.”

“I have a lot of neat tricks I can show you.” She smiles, and even that statement makes my dick twitch.

I cup the back of her neck. “I look forward to it.” I place my jacket around her. In her demon form, she’s already more of a distraction. Now I just need to have enough control to get us out of here because she’s having an effect on me, too.

The second the door to my room clicks shut behind us, she grabs me by the shirt and crashes her lips to mine as if she’s been waiting to do that all night.

Her nails tear through my shirt, and I smirk against her lips.

She’s fucking sexy. I don’t waste a moment, turning us and pressing her up against the wall, one hand braced beside her head.

I lock the door with the other before cupping the side of her neck.

My control slips, the hunger in me wanting to take control, wanting to strip her naked, and taste every inch of her sinful skin.

Her plump lips are soft, and she tastes like heaven and sin combined. I deepen the kiss, devouring her, my tongue dominating hers, drawing a moan from her.

She’s mine, my mate.

I kiss her slowly, sensually, yet every caress promising what this mouth will do to her, what this tongue will do to her.

She pulls back just enough to look at me with her red eyes, smouldering like embers; that look in her eyes is one saved just for me.

She shrugs my jacket off slowly, the movement deliberate, teasing before she tosses it aside, and fuck do I love the view so fucking much, and I can finally appreciate it.

“Fucking beautiful…” I murmur, brushing my knuckles down over her right breast, her heart hammers, the smell of her arousal filling my nose, and my eyes flash.

I cup her face again, kissing her rougher now, my hand sliding beneath her mesh top, feeling the heat of her bare, flawless skin against my palm.

Her hands are on me, yanking my shirt up, nails grazing my skin, and I break the kiss to help her rip it off. It falls to the ground, and I don’t waste a second. I grab her by the ass, lifting her. Her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there, and she locks her arms around my neck.

Our bodies grind together, skin to skin, chest to chest, lips to lips…

These feelings, kissing someone, touching someone you love… it’s unmatched.

My cock is aching inside my jeans, painfully hard and begging for her. I can feel the slick heat between her thighs through that tiny strip of fabric she calls underwear, and I nearly lose it right there.

I growl low in her ear, the sound guttural and raw, lifting her skirt to her hips and gripping her ass in both hands so she can press her core flush against my abs.

I glance in the mirror to the side. The sight of her wearing nothing but that barely there G-string under that short, little skirt is fucking lethal. I run my hand over her ass, kneading her skin.

I trail kisses along her jaw, feeling her melt in my arms, and she tilts her head, granting me better access to her neck, the very spot I’ll claim one day. But tonight… tonight I’ll ravage her until she’s trembling, undone and addicted.

I flick my tongue down her tender neck. Her skin is sweet, and when I suck, slow and deep, her moan hits me like gasoline to a flame, and my eyes burn with that familiar flash of blue. She doesn’t even realise how much she affects me, how far she pushes me.

I pin her tighter, sucking hard on her neck, marking her in the only way I can for now.

Turning, I carry her to the bed, tossing her down like a prize I can finally feast on. Her back hits the duvet, and I’m on top of her instantly, claiming her mouth and devouring her kiss.

Her nails rake down my chest, and I hiss in pleasure, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. My hand slides beneath her top, claiming a perfect handful of her breast. She gasps, her hips grinding against me with unspoken need.

I kiss her again, biting and sucking her lips before releasing her hands. I trail my hand down her arm, grip her jaw, and slide my thumb into her mouth.

She takes it in her mouth, lips closing around it salaciously, sucking with a sultry glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch.

“Fuck… that’s it…” I growl, watching her tongue swirl around my thumb like she’s tasting something far filthier. Her eyes locked with mine, promising things unsaid.

She licks it once more before I slide it out, brushing it over her lips and leaning down, I kiss her. She then rolls onto her stomach, and the view is fucking perfect.

Her ass is mostly exposed, that G-string buried deep between her cheeks. I clench my jaw, swallowing hard. Damn.

She reaches back, teasingly pulling at the zipper that runs down the length of her tiny skirt.

She has it down less than halfway when I reach over, taking it from her.

I take over, sliding it all the way down with agonising slowness, revealing another delicate little butterfly tattoo on her lower back just on the left.

I kiss it softly, reverently, before my gaze drops to her ass. I undo her skirt entirely, and it falls open like a gift just for me. She wriggles her hips, and her cheeks jiggle just enough to make me curse under my breath.

“Fuck, Darling,” I growl, gripping her ass with both hands, squeezing it. My dick’s rock-hard now, pressing against the zipper of my pants, begging to be freed.

I unzip my jeans, the need to fuck her so intense it clouds everything else. My hand fists in her hair, and I drag her head back just enough to whisper against her ear,

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her breath fans against my jaw, hot and ragged. As I press her chest back down into the bed, her ass arched perfectly for me. The scent of her arousal is heady, intoxicating, sweet and seductive. I swear I can feel her magic pulling at my restraint, unravelling me inch by inch.

Her breath is shaky, pupils dilated, lips swollen from our kissing – and I haven’t even really touched her yet.

Not how I want to.

She’s on her stomach, panties soaking wet and barely covering her dripping pussy. I drop to my knees behind her, hands running down the curve of her spine, parting those perfect cheeks. Her back arches beautifully, offering herself to me, and I almost come from the view alone.

“Take me, Jayce.”

“I need to taste you first.”

I lean in, running my tongue up the crease of her ass to the base of her spine. Slow, deliberate. She shudders, a whimper escaping her.

Fuck. I bite gently into one cheek before spreading her wider, letting her feel my breath hot against her core.

I hook my fingers in her panties, ripping them down in one savage motion, baring her dripping pussy to me.

I stare for a second, jaw clenched at the sight of her wet, needy, glistening core, something carved out of every sinful fantasy I’ve ever had.

I slide a hand under her taut stomach, lifting her just enough to tilt her hips up. Her wet little pussy glistens, begging for me. And I give in.

My tongue flicks out, pressing into her folds, soft and slow at first, just a tease. She gasps, fists clenching the sheets, her thighs trembling beneath my grip. I flip her over, and then I devour her.

I flatten my tongue and lick her from entrance to clit, again and again, groaning into her as her taste hits me.

She’s fucking divine. Sweet and addictive.

My hands grip her thighs hard, holding her open, and I go lower, tongue-fucking into her, sliding deep and slow, feeling her walls flutter around me.

She moans hornily, her hands fisting the duvet.

“Oh gods…” she whimpers as I fuck her with my tongue, letting her grind against my face. It’s a fucking drug, one that I’m already hooked on. “Jayce, oh fuck…” she breathes.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her, licking her slit again, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue. “Give me everything, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want me.”

I can sense her emotions, but there’s something even better when you can hear it.

I suck her clit into my mouth, gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue in quick little pulses. She cries out, thighs squeezing around my head, her body shaking as I push her right to the edge.

I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right as I suck harder on her clit, her body arching as pleasure rushes through her, her power surging, and I feel my thoughts dull.

All I can think of is pleasure and lust, and then she comes with a delicious moan that I’ll never forget. Her hips jerk, thighs trembling, and I keep going, fucking her with my fingers, licking and sucking her clit through the orgasm, drinking in every second of it and then the haze lifts.

Was that her power?

Her body drops onto the bed, panting, skin flushed with the perfect glow that makes me want more. My gaze dips to her dripping pussy. My fingers slide out, wet and slick, and I drag them across her ass before gripping her hips.

“I’ve dreamt of what you might taste like…” I murmur, unzipping my pants. She sits up, taking over as she tugs them down, her eyes looking up at me.

“And was it what you imagined?” she whispers.

“No, it was far better,” I say as I get off the bed to yank my pants off. My cock springs free, thick, hard, and ready. Her breath hitches, and she licks her lips, staring at my dick.