When he tipped his gaze toward hers again, it positively smoldered. His fingers danced along the outer seam of her G-string. “Were these expensive?” Not waiting for her answer, he tucked his thumbs into the elastic and with a simple snap, ripped the fabric in two.
She gaped at him, speechless. Holding her stare, he slid his palms beneath her butt and lifted her until his mouth hovered inches from her pussy. His warm breath caressed her, a prelude to the slick, bold stroking of his tongue along her sensitive flesh. The sensation was like nothing she could have imagined. She writhed, gasping. “Oh, Sam.”
“You taste fucking sweet, Bella. Like honey.” He hummed against her clit, and stars exploded behind her eyelids. When he sucked the slippery nubbin between his lips and caressed it with his tongue, her body pulled tight, a lush warning wave cresting within her. She’d never had an orgasm by any means other than her own hand.
Well, that was all about to change. No amount of fighting it would stop the oncoming tide of her climax. It crashed into her, springing a cry from her as her body convulsed under wave after earth-shattering wave of pleasure.
Ceaseless quakes continued to tremble through her minutes later as Sam lowered her to the mattress. Weak and brain fried, she lolled her head to the side and closed her eyes, attempting to chase down her breath. That same breath lodged in her throat when Sam’s cock nudged into her. Awareness returned with alarming clarity.
There was no freaking way this should be happening. The curse—
Sam settled more heavily between her legs and thrust deeper. He didn’t get very far inside her, but it was enough to trigger the panic bells into three-alarm mode. She stared up at him, her heart pounding. Oh goddess. “Wait—”
“Don’t worry. I put on a condom.”
When the hell did he do that? Then again, that wasn’t what had her freaked out at the moment. The fact that he was dangerously close to divesting her of her virginity? Yeah, pretty much the sole cause for the sweat breaking out on her forehead. “We can’t do this.”
“It’s a little late to be playing hard to get, sweets.” Despite his amused drawl, tension bracketed Sam’s mouth. “Relax. You’re tensing up on me.”
“You don’t understand. I—” She yelped as Sam bore down with his hips. A sharp stitch of pain stole her breath as his thick cock defeated the resistant barrier of her hymen.
He stopped, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. “Holy shit. You really were a virgin.”
She met his incredulous stare and grimaced. “Yes, so you can get off of me now.”
“Not hardly. I’m nowhere near done with you.” As if to prove his point, he started moving inside her again.
The pain intensified, and she winced. This was what sex felt like? If she’d known, she certainly wouldn’t have fought so hard to lose her virginity all these years. Talk about a huge letdown.
“You look like you’re hating this.”
Duh.
Determination glinted in Sam’s dark eyes. “We can’t have that.”
Oh yes they could. At least if she despised it, the guilt over giving herself to Sam would be more bearable.
He slowed his thrusts to a leisurely in-and-out plunge. Her inner walls clung to his shaft, the friction turning…pleasant. Within seconds, the pleasurable glow became delicious and consuming. Here she’d thought nothing could compare to Sam’s mouth on her pussy. Sweet goddess, she’d been dead wrong.
She bit her lip, foolishly hoping the tiny burst of pain would muffle the sensual sparks zinging through her synapses. As if he were fully aware of her internal battle, Sam leaned down and flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
She groaned. “D-don’t do that.”
He rumbled a laugh. Even that vibration against her skin was a sexy torment. “Why? You damn well know you like it.” He did it again, and her breath hitched. Abandoning her nipple, he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Know what I like? How tight and slick you are around me. Your pussy was made for fucking, sweet Bella.”
His words were raw and raunchy and far more arousing than she cared to admit. Once again, Sam seemed to intuit her unwillingness to give in to her body’s treachery. He shifted, coming up onto his knees slightly, and grasped the rail behind her head with one hand. The other slid between their bodies, his fingers coasting with unerring precision over her clit. She choked on a gasp, captivated by his gaze. Unmistakable intent burned in his eyes. Come hell or high water, he was determined to make her climax again.
Damn if she’d give in that easily. She tried to distract herself with inane thoughts. Complex mathematical equations worked for a few minutes, but when she attempted to recall what the square root of pi was, that of course led to thinking about pie. Or more specifically, licking pie a la mode off Sam’s chest while she rode him.
Aw crap. This line of thinking wasn’t helping.
Hips flexing, Sam surged deeper inside her. It was as if his cock knew how to hit every one of her sweet spots in precisely the right way. She gnawed her lip until she tasted blood. Sam’s thumb rubbed insistently upon her clit, and her toes curled with the effort to resist his silent demand.
His mouth hovered a breath away from hers. “It’s no use. I’m going to make you come again. Hard.”
He increased his thrusts until he was pounding into her. Slick, erotic sounds of their joining filled the room, adding to the sensuality sweeping over her. The soft abrasion of his bunched jeans rubbed the insides of her thighs, creating its own tormenting friction. Sweat mottled Sam’s face, and lines of strain furrowed his forehead. Still, his intense gaze compelled her to give in to him.
Resistance proved futile.
She flew off the edge of the precipice, the overwhelming orgasm detonating every cell in her body. She cried out and bucked beneath Sam. A smile loaded with triumph and pure sin curved his lips just as her magic manifested in a shower of shimmering white sparkles all around them. The nearby glass table lamp shattered into a million pieces.
Even as unconsciousness crept over her, the shameful ramifications of her actions smothered her in a blanket of guilt. Not only had she given a demon access to her body, she’d lost control of her magic with him—the worst of all crimes.
If the guild ever found out about this, she could kiss her white status goodbye.
Chapter Nine
Feeling as if his bones had just liquefied, Sam slumped onto the mattress. At the last second he remembered not to crush Marabella beneath his weight and instead rolled to the side. The daybed was too cramped for both of them to lie next to each other though, forcing him to hang partially off the edge of the mattress. Yeah, that was fucking comfortable.
Grunting, he eased out of Marabella and staggered to his feet. He hiked up his jeans before raking a hand through his hair and staring at Marabella’s sleeping form. She was out of it. Really out of it. Like dead to the world.
Shit, she wasn’t actually dead, was she? That last energy burst that erupted from her had damn near been powerful enough to suck the life out of anyone, himself included.
He leaned over her and detected the soft whisper of her breath. Not dead. Well, that was good. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to killing people, but he’d never done it through sex. It would have been a damn shame if Marabella had been his first unwitting casualty.
Against his better reasoning, his gaze swept lower, lingering on the tight buds of her nipples, then lower still to the pink glistening folds of her pussy. His cock twitched with renewed life. Tempting as it was to crawl back between her legs and wake her up for round two, there was also no way in hell he’d give in to the urge. Becoming addicted to sex with her was a guaranteed fucking twelve-step program waiting to happen. He couldn’t afford that kind of shit. No, better to chalk this up to an incredible one-time deal and hope she’d managed to corrupt his seal. Because if she hadn’t?