Hydromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 4)

He was a mind reader. Before she could find her release, he pulled away. “Wait for me. I want to be inside you when you come.”

His lips glistened with her arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up her burning body. Her desire felt raw. It was a carnal need that only he could satisfy. He crashed their mouths together, making her taste herself on his tongue when she craved his flavor.

“I want to taste you,” she said into their kiss.

Lifting his hips, he pushed his pants down to bare the deep V that defined the muscles above his hipbones. He lifted his upper body on one arm, giving her the privilege of the view as his large erection sprang free. His pants landed somewhere on the floor. The smooth head of his cock rubbed against her folds. She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed. He was thick and long, perfectly proportioned. When she slid her hand down the length of him, he groaned and caught her wrist.

“No.” He placed her hand on the pillow next to her head. “I want to love you gently.”

She was going to say she didn’t want gentle, not yet, but his cock was at her entrance, the head already spearing inside her. She was wet for him, but he advanced carefully, lodging the crest inside and then keeping still to give her time to get used to the intrusion. His size stretched her, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. He pushed deeper, making her suck in a breath. Control and pleasure contorted his face. Moving slowly, he took her inch by inch, kissing her lips while rubbing circles around her clit until her inner muscles relaxed and let him in deeper.

By the time he was fully lodged, perspiration glistened on his body. For a long time, he kissed her without moving. When he finally pulled out slowly and thrust forward again, her body tingled with sparks of slow-detonating pleasure. Like a perfect wave, a beautiful swell built at just the right pace.

“Harder,” she said.

He cupped her face and increased his rhythm, inviting another cry that filled her ears but didn’t wash out the tender words he whispered. He dragged a palm over her face in an oddly possessive caress to fold his fingers around her throat. As he finally pumped into her with a rough pace, he squeezed gently, applying enough pressure to keep her pinned to the mattress.

“Hold onto me, baby girl.”

She tried to focus her hazy vision on his face as she laid her hands on his shoulders.

“I’m going to make you come.” He was pounding between her legs now. “And then I’m going to make you mine. Now.”

It was meant as a warning, but she didn’t have enough presence of mind to heed it, not while her whole body was held in a vise of pleasure.

His eyes turned darker. His pupils dilated, the black almost fully eclipsing the brown, as he pulled his lips back from his teeth. He slipped a hand between their bodies, rubbing the heel of his palm in circles around her clit. If she had any breath left, she would have cried out. As his top incisors extended into two sharp points, everything else in her vision faded.

“You’re mine,” he said, the words barely intelligible. “Forever.”

He lowered his head at the same time as he pulled his cock from her body. She moaned at the loss, her whole being turning strangely cold, but a second later he impaled her with both his cock and his teeth, his fangs driving as deep into her as his shaft.

There was no pain, only pleasure. It ripped through her like a thousand slipstreams crossing at once, pulling her body into a tight star of ecstasy that exploded into space. She spasmed around him while he jerked in her embrace, his back rigid and his ass clenched. The pleasure didn’t release her. It only got more bearable as he started sucking her neck, making soft swallowing noises that gave her a deep sense of joy. She shook in his arms, helpless and at his mercy. Only when he lifted his head and his teeth retracted did the shockwaves ebb. Two pinpricks throbbed with discomfort rather than pain in her neck. He licked the wound slowly, meticulously, sending more vibrations of the prolonged orgasm over her body. She felt it all the way to her bones as she shuddered underneath him with every flick of his tongue.

“Maya.” He nuzzled her neck.

Where she touched him, his skin broke out into goosebumps. She tried to pull him to her, but he pushed up on his elbows and gripped her chin to turn her face. Emotions played in his eyes as he studied his work—pride, possession, and concern. He brushed a finger over the vein he’d pierced. Her skin felt more sensitive than before.