Pyromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 1)

“If I can’t touch you like this, then what do we do?”

Amusement sparked in his eyes. “You’re a tease, Ms. de Arradon, but I see through you. You’re all bark and no bite.” He pushed her down onto her back. “Now we do this.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her neck and shoulder. Her skin tingled where his lips touched her. It was sweet and pleasant, and too light. She needed more, but he wasn’t to be rushed. He planted butterfly kisses on her breasts and stomach, making her skin contract. Then, without warning, he cupped a hand between her thighs. A bolt of arousal, bold and consuming, replaced the lingering tingles under her skin. Heat detonated in her core and blazed through her body. Her breath quickened, her body demanding more, but he didn’t touch her like earlier in the woods. He just kept his hand there, infuriatingly still, while a sudden and overwhelming need rushed through her body. Her demise came embarrassingly fast, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All that mattered was stilling the ache. Lifting her hips, she sought the friction she needed.

“So greedy.” His lips tilted. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait.”

He spread her legs with his hands on her knees and buried his face between them. Her body arched off the bed when he dragged his tongue through her folds.

“I knew you’d taste this good,” he said, humming more approval.

Instinctively, she tried to close her legs when the sensation became too intense, but he only spread them wider. He teased her clit with his tongue and held her eyes as he bit down softly. Her breaths came in spurts. Sparks detonated under her skin. With hunger blazing in his eyes, he licked and nipped until she felt pins and needles on the soles of her feet.

“Joss,” she exclaimed. “Please.”

Pulling away to look at her, he said in a husky voice, “This, my little witch, is worth remembering. I won’t forget this image until my dying day.”

He draped one leg over his shoulder, opening her wider, and speared his tongue through her folds. Without thinking, she threaded her fingers through his hair. The need was unbearable. Spreading her folds between two fingers, he kissed her clit while slipping a finger inside.

Her muscles clenched around the intrusion. He was right. It was more intense than earlier. He pulled out and pushed back in, all the while sucking the bundle of nerves where the pleasure coiled tighter. It climbed higher, making her incoherent with desire. The sounds tumbling from her lips belonged to someone else. The need built until she couldn’t take it any longer. Then, without warning, it snapped.

The release made her eyes go out of focus. His face blurred in her vision. Her muscles contracted, curving her body like a bow. The orgasm kept her locked in a spasm for several beats before it finally gave, leaving her trembling with aftershocks.

She couldn’t think or focus, but Joss’s voice, carrying a note of concern, grounded her in the moment.

“You’re so tight, sweet girl.”

Still high on pleasure, she begged, “More.”

When he kissed her, not gently but savagely, she returned it, tangling her tongue with his as she wrapped her legs around him. His cock nudged at her entrance. She was slick with arousal, ready, but he grabbed her ankles and planted her feet on the mattress.

“Like this,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll go too deep.”

Grabbing the base of his cock in one hand, he angled his hips forward and parted her folds with the crest. She moaned. It didn’t hurt like the first time. The stretch felt good, even if he was barely buried inside. He framed her face between his hands and kissed her again as he pushed in another inch and then broke the kiss to ask, “Good?”

“Mm.”

“Tell me if I need to stop.”

Never.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he said with a tight jaw.

She took what he offered, holding onto him. The muscles were iron hard under her palms, flexing when he sunk deep. She dug her nails into his skin, moaning with both ecstasy and a bite of pain.

“Still good?” he asked with a strained smile.

“Yes. You don’t have to be so careful.”

He chuckled, but pushed deeper still. “Like I said, too brave for your own good.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Tell me what to do.”

“Relax,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything. Just take a deep breath for me.”

The air she inhaled escaped in a gush as he plunged forward with a hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Her knees clenched on his hips. She tightened her arms around him, holding on as he whispered sweet words in her ear. It wasn’t the praise that melted her, it was how he folded his arms around her and how he held her close, dearly, as he started rocking.