Pyromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 1)

“We’re married now.” She shrugged like it didn’t matter. “We may as well enjoy the benefits.”

Stopping short of the bed, he dragged his greedy gaze over the length of her. So tiny. So tight. So perfect. “You’re too brave for your own good.”

The vixen had the nerve to taunt him. “I guess you’ll have to swallow your words.”

He knew exactly which words she referred to. He’d said when she wasn’t his little virgin any longer, she wouldn’t lie in his bed and act brave. Fucking hell.

He dragged a hand over his wet hair. “It’s too soon.”

“Are you being a bad loser again?”

That did it. Dropping the towel, he climbed over her onto the bed. “Want to say that to my face?”

She sat up, letting her breasts brush his chest. “Are you scared, big, bad Joss de Arradon?”

He striked out fast, gripping her slender neck in a gentle but firm hold before she could take her next breath. “I guess there’s one way to find out.”

The words had barely left his lips before she arched closer and pressed their mouths together. The initiative caught him off guard. It wasn’t what he’d expected from his shy little stalker, but fuck him if he was going to be a gentleman about it. If she was sore tomorrow, it would only serve her right. At least she’d think about him every time she took a step.

Her kiss turned deeper, her tongue seeking his. He groaned when she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. So aggressive. When she slipped her hand down his body and gripped his cock, he lost whatever reason he had left.

Cupping her fingers to keep them in that hot, hard place, he pushed her down with his hand still folded around her throat. “Fine, witch.” The challenge was on. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He went for her mouth again, but she pushed him away with her hands on his chest. “No.”

He stilled. “What?” If she was toying with him—

“Roll over.”

“What?” he said, sounding stupid, like a parrot.

“Roll over, Joss.”

Roll over. It wasn’t going to be that easy, but he played along just to see what she’d do. Giving her a lazy smile, he lay down on his back and folded his hands behind his head.

She straddled him on her knees. The sight of her naked body, legs spread over him, wiped the grin clean off his face. He was going to taste every inch of that creamy skin. He was going to grope her everywhere, starting—

“Uh-uh.” She grabbed his wandering hands and placed them above his head. “Keep them there.”

Hot, fucking hell. He barely managed. She lowered herself over him. The feeling of her skin against his drove him insane. He gritted his teeth as she kissed his neck and then his chest, sliding her body over his as she moved down. His cock jerked at every touch. It took all the control he could muster and then some not to move.

Lifting his head, he watched as she licked the skin around his navel, tracing a path down to his balls. A sharp jab of pleasure launched into his spine as she sucked them into her mouth. The groan that tore from his throat sounded primitive. She dragged her warm tongue up his shaft until he was ready to explode.

“Damn you, Cle,” he said when she scraped her teeth over the crest of his cock.

He grabbed her hair to stop her lest he come before he’d even penetrated her, but she slid her body back up over his like a supple little snake and cushioned his painfully hard cock between her breasts. He was slick from her tongue, and she easily stroked his shaft between those pretty curves. His mouth went dry at the sight. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth made a crunching sound.

“Go slow,” he said, surprisingly managing to utter words.

Giving him a sultry look, she lifted onto her knees. When she ran a finger through her folds, he nearly choked. This was her show, but his control hung by a thin thread. His eyes flared as she took his cock and pushed the head against her slickness.

Fuck keeping still. He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her skin, but she cupped his hands and guided them to her breasts.

“Slowly, remember?” she said.

Her nipples hardened under his palms as she lowered herself over his cock, her small body stretching to take him. He tightened his grip on her breasts, sweat beading on his brow as he told himself not to slam up into her. With great effort, he focused on her face. The pleasure etched on her features grounded him. It took inhuman self-control to ignore his body’s demand to take her hard and fast. The only movement he allowed himself was rotating his hips.

Her lips parted and her head fell back as she moved, taking more of him. Tremors squeezed his cock. He circled her waist to aid her movement until he was buried to the hilt.