Hydromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 4)

Resting his elbows in the sand next to her head, he cupped her face. “Don’t try so hard to pretend I don’t matter.”

He lowered his head and caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting down softly. An incredible force of pleasure washed through her, turning into hot, liquid desire.

Tim groaned. “You’re getting wet for me.”

How he could tell, she didn’t know, but the moisture between her thighs had nothing to do with the warm ocean water washing over their legs. Hers was an intense heat that would scorch her skin and burn her soul if she wasn’t careful. In one, simple erotic act, Tim had dispelled her intentions not to be affected. He crushed their mouths together, not giving her time to analyze her sudden desire. It was a hungry, possessive kiss, one that consumed her and made him grow hard between her legs. Blood rushed to her head and rumbled like thunder in her ears.

As his cock grew thicker, his kissing changed. He nipped and suckled, making sweet erotic noises. A coppery taste filled her mouth. With a small start, she realized her lip was bleeding. She pushed on his chest to catch her breath, but he clamped her face in his palms like a vise, groaning as he devoured her with growing intensity.

She was falling, falling too deeply into someplace dark and safe. It felt like fainting, which was stupid, as she never fainted and didn’t know what it felt like. The pull was strong, but she tried to fight it. A distressed whimper escaped her lips, and only then did Tim seem to come to his senses. He stilled and pulled away. When he opened his eyes, they grew huge.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and sat up abruptly. “You’re bleeding.”

She felt dizzy. The coppery taste was stronger. Was she bleeding badly? When she licked over the cut on her lip where his teeth had caught it, his eyes turned hazy with an emotion she recognized as pure, undiluted hunger. Was Tim a sadist?

“We got a bit rough,” she said, tracing the small wound with her tongue again.

His jaw bunched. “Stop doing that.” His voice was as cold as his eyes were hot.

“Stop doing what?”

He gripped her arms and jerked her into a sitting position, his erection pressing hot and hard against her stomach.

“Go home, Maya.” His voice held a plea. “Lee will take you. We’ll continue this when I’m myself again.”

No way in hell was he getting off so easily again. She relaxed in his grip, feigning her submission. When the vise of his fingers loosened, she laid her hands gently on his shoulders.

“It’s all right, Tim. We’ll take it easy.”

He remained immobile as he watched her. His abdomen rippled as she dragged her fingers over his chest. When she reached the waistband of his shorts, she slipped her hands into the elastic and moved it over the large head of his cock. She looked down at his magnificent erection. He was a piece of solid, beautiful, art. She eased away slowly, until there was enough space between them for her to bring her head down and press her lips to the crest. His skin was cool despite the heat. He tasted of sea and salt. She shuddered with anticipation as a drop of precum eased over her tongue. He inhaled loudly and groaned when she wrapped her tongue around him. She was greedy to have all of him in her mouth. She was dying to swallow him as deep as she could. She started moving, but he gripped her hair.

“No, no, Maya.”

She ignored him. Her body needed this. Her steady rhythm soon had him breathing harshly. His cock swelled in her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and got to his feet, dragging her up with him. Before she knew what was happing, he was carrying her in his arms toward a rocky area a few paces away. Once behind the shelter of the rocks, he lowered her to the ground and pushed her down with his hands on her shoulders. She knelt in front of him and gripped the elastic of his shorts, dragging the wet fabric over his hips. His erection jutted out like a hot temptation. Before he could change his mind, she closed her lips around him, marveling in the contrast of his hardness and silk-smooth skin. She dug her nails into his ass as she wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock and took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

He cursed, but he kept still, allowing her to take him at her pace.

“Ah, Maya, I’m going to beg to fuck your pussy, and you have to say no, do you hear me?”

She looked up and saw the need in his eyes. His testicles contracted in her hands.