Page 56 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

I step forward and she brushes her hand down it.

I push her back onto the bed. “You can play another time,” I promise, and she smiles, her cheeks flushing.

I reach down and help remove her top, leaving her in the skin-coloured strapless bra.

She smiles and glances down at the tiny hook at the front.

“Can’t wait,” she whispers as she watches me reach for the hook and undo it, letting her bra slip away.

I stare at her for a moment. Fuck…

She’s fucking made to sin.

I kiss her softly, positioning myself at her entrance. The second my cock brushes the soft folds of her pussy, I groan, deep and guttural, pleasure rushing through me. I brush my thumb across her clit.

“You’re drenched, Darling, all ready for me.”

She moans, grinding her hips back against me, desperate, wanton.

“I want you, Jayce , ” she breathes, voice thick with hunger. “Claim me. Use me.”

That’s it. The last shred of control I have disintegrates. Her hips writhe beneath me, and I press the head of my cock against her slit, dragging it through the slickness, teasing her just long enough to make her whimper in frustration.

Then I slam into her with one sharp thrust.

She cries out, sharp, yet it’s the sound of complete satisfaction, her body arching as I fill her completely. She’s so tight, and so fucking hot. Her walls grip me so fucking perfectly as if made to take me – which she is.

I grit my teeth, grabbing her hips, driving into her again, harder and deeper.

“Fuck,” I groan, burying myself as deep as possible inside of her.

She gasps, clawing at the sheets, and I watch as the muscles in her stomach tense.

I see the shadowy forms of wings behind her, but I’m far too consumed by pleasure to focus on it, and they’re gone as quickly as they came.

Her power is bleeding into the air, wrapping around us like silk and fire once again.

Her pussy squeezes me, milking me, and I feel her power pulse around my cock. The need to satiate her is intensifying. I pound into her harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the room, mixed with her moans – high, breathy and fucking filthy.

I fist her hair and pull her up against me, her spine arching as I fuck her. Her head rolls back, arching her exposed breasts to me, eyes glowing faintly red as I slam into her over and over again.

“Say it,” I growl huskily against her ear. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps, trembling. “Only yours.”

I growl, baring my teeth, and sink them into the curve of her shoulder – not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark . She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, and I feel her start to unravel.

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, and then I feel her power surging, wrapping around my cock, drawing me deeper. She moans like a nymph, high on lust and pleasure. I fuck her through her orgasm relentlessly, pounding her harder, faster, letting the storm take me.

The bed slams into the wall. The air tastes electric and intoxicating – just like her. Her moans are like a melody, mixed with my name, which falls from her lips like a prayer.

When I feel the heat coil, my own release at a fucking teetering point, I slam into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go. Her pussy grips me like a vice, and I come with a low groan of pure satisfaction, spilling inside of her as her name tears from my throat.

I exhale, my damp locks falling across my forehead as I brace my hands on the bed beside her, breathing hard.

We stay like that for a while, me buried inside her, breath tangled, sweat-slicked skin stuck together, and I slowly wrap my arm tightly around her waist like I’m never letting go as I drop onto the bed beside her, sliding my other arm under her head.

Her body trembles against me, the aftershocks of her orgasm still dancing through her.

She turns her head slightly, looking up at me with eyes that are glowing like embers.

“You’re mine, too,” she whispers, her voice possessive, dripping with seduction, a promise and a claim all at once.

It’s not only her looks in her true form that entice men; it’s everything.

I felt it… This is her, seductive, fierce, and terrifyingly beautiful.

Even if she’s scared of what it means to be stuck in this form, I’m ready to support her through it, no matter what.

I already belong to her, and I’ll fucking do anything for her.

Never has sex felt this fucking good. For the first time, I don’t move, don’t want to move. I just want to hold her and keep her, for all time.

“I fucking love you, Sienna. My little succubus,” I breathe, a playful, breathless whisper. Because that’s exactly what she is, my sweet, wicked demon who’ll drive me mad if she starves me of her touch.

She giggles – a low, tantalising sound that makes my cock twitch. Her eyes gleam with mischief and hunger as she leans down, powerful beyond what her delicate frame suggests. With a strength that steals my breath, she pushes me onto my back, straddling me like a goddess carved from desire.

She lowers herself onto my cock, her curvaceous hips rolling in slow, delicious circles. One hand pressed across my chest, nails raking down my skin as her deep red curls cascade into her eyes, framing the small smile playing on her lips.

“Now, fuck me again,” she commands in a low, horny whisper.

Her thighs press against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I thrust into her, slowly and brutally. Every roll of my hips drags a moan from her throat, every breath a whisper of sin.

Her eyes glow molten red, lips swollen from kisses, body made to ruin men. And tonight, she’s ruining me in the best fucking way.

“I’m going to ride you until you forget your own name,” she purrs, hands on my chest. “Until every drop of you belongs to me.”

She moves, slow at first, torturously smooth, then faster, grinding, clenching, taking everything I give her. Her breasts bounce, sweat glistening on her skin, and the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with our breathy moans is the lullaby I want to hear every fucking night.

“Goddess,” I groan, pleasure rushing through me, unable to hold back. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“No,” she says softly, her smile now gentler. Leaning down, her lips brushing mine, her voice trembling with something deeper than lust. “I’m going to love you.” She gazes into my eyes and then says those words, “I love you, Jayce Westwood. I love you and you alone.”

My breath catches.

With a sudden surge, I grab her by the hair, firmly, possessively, but tenderly, and pull her down into a searing kiss. Our mouths collide, desperate and filled with so many emotions, every ounce of passion and promise pouring between us.

Her hands clutch my shoulders as I deepen the kiss, the world narrowing to just us – two souls bound by lust, love, and sin.

I whisper against her lips, “Forever.”

She smiles at me, and I know I’ll never let her go.

Even when the world tries to destroy everything, I’ll hold on… I’ll hold on.