Page 23 of V for Vilified (Hunter V #4)

My hips rocked back and forth, greedy for friction, but Jo smirked and pulled her knee out of reach. I groaned and deflated against the mattress. “You’re a damn tease.”

Hovering over me, she hinted at her amusement with a twitch of her kiss-swollen lips. “And you’re loving it, aren’t you, Zescha ?”

“ Zescha ?” I finally asked.

I was grabbed around the jaw and she gave me a slow, coaxing kiss full of passion and promise.

“The old language.” Her voice was seduction personified.

“It doesn’t translate to your tongue.” She emphasized this by sucking my tongue into her mouth and then licking my bottom lip.

“But it’s what we say to the ones we adore. ”

My arms went around her shoulders as I chased her mouth, desperate for another kiss. “You adore me?”

The amber in her eyes blazed in a thicker halo. She brushed away any hair around my forehead and let her fingers slip down the side of my face. “More than you’ll ever know.”

My heart thundered, suffering an intimacy I wasn’t used to having. Jo had a way of making a girl feel like the only important thing in the world, and I was desperate to give that back. I’d been obsessed with her from day one.

“I adore you, too, Zescha .”

Her smile was breathtaking. I’d seen so many different smiles from her, but this one carried weight and meaning none of the ones touched on before. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or punish you for stealing my term of endearment.”

“Why not both?” I taunted, giggling.

“Both it is,” she whispered with a cute responding laugh.

She crooked a finger at me, and I sat up like I was her puppet and she’d tugged my strings. Dropping kisses between movements, she helped me out of my shirt and bra, then my pants and panties. A grin lifted her mouth as she straddled my hips and used her weight to lock me to the mattress.

With me on my back again, her haloed eyes took in every inch, every naked expanse, then her hand took the same path.

She watched me squirm and fail to breathe, her head tilted like a predator examining their prey before they devoured it.

It made me feel unbelievably exposed for some reason, enough to feel it through the fog of lust.

My mouth was suddenly open and dry when she tossed off her top and bra.

She was so fucking gorgeous. Her breasts were much larger than mine, her nipples darker and larger.

I ached to feel them again, to stroke and give her the same pleasure she’d given me.

So I did. I cupped both in my hands and brushed my thumbs across their hardened tips.

Her nostrils flared and her head dipped back for a beat before she sucked two of her fingers. I couldn’t help but follow those fingers as they dropped between us and into the gap between my legs. My back bowed when they slipped inside me and she thumbed my clit.

Her fingers moved like she’d spent her lifetime pleasuring women, and she probably had. Every movement was the perfect angle and pressure. I’d had a lot of good fucking sex, so why did it feel like it was all new and different? Unfamiliar. Like until now, I hadn’t unlocked this one area of it.

I was strong enough to push her off if I wanted to, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like I could. I fought back the urge to voice my pleasure, straining under her weight.

She grabbed me around the jaw and forced my mouth open with her thumb. “Don’t hold it in. Moan for me, Zescha .”

Shuddering, I made a noise oddly animal and anxious. I couldn’t help doing what she wanted. I moaned loud enough to batter my own eardrums. “Why does this feel so…so…”

“Stimulating?” she supplied. “Because I’m fucking you with magic. It’s not something just anyone can do, trust me. It’s an artform I’ve mastered.”

As if to make her point, heat lapped at my body in wonderful but vicious waves, and every muscle contracted against the assault.

I’d been on the other side of so much pleasure I could practically call myself an expert, but this was something even I didn’t understand. It was like she was inside me, stimulating every nerve and erogenous zone simultaneously. Any longer, and I was afraid I’d go fucking crazy.

I shuddered in place, little whimpers and moans slipping past my lips. I struggled to combat the otherworldly ecstasy she gave me with fingers and magic alone.

“Give into it, babe. Let yourself go. It’s better when you don’t fight it,” she whispered. “Etch this pleasure into your memory like I’m etching it into your body. Only I can give it to you.”

Her fingers sped up, and the stimulation whirled inside in a way that experience and words couldn’t accurately depict. It was on another plane of existence. Everywhere inside and outside of me was shaking, set to vibrate.

I screamed, spine bowing, overcome. I toed the line between fear and greed. Every intense wave made me want it to both stop and never end, and I was a confused, moaning mess. The tension and heat of an approaching orgasm made it impossible to keep quiet, but then everything stopped.

Jo stared down at me as my chest rose and fell with effort, both numb and somehow on fire. “On edge?”

I stared back. “You know I am.” My voice was hoarse with all the moans I’d been letting loose.

Standing, she removed her pants, and I realized the vixen had gone commando. “Good.”