Hydromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 4)

He acted instantly, rubbing up against her while gripping her thighs and jerking her forward. He let go of her body to take his cock in his hand and press the crest against her folds.

“Like this?” he asked. “Is this how you want it?”

Yes. She locked her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to take him. He slipped inside no more than an inch, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

“I know what you need,” he said.

“Then give it to me.”

She barely had time to wrap her arms around his neck before he buried himself inside her with a single thrust. He crushed his mouth on hers, stealing her moans, and then he made her cry out in ecstasy as he pulled out completely and slammed home again.

She broke the kiss to look down. He was buried inside her to the hilt, just as she wanted. He didn’t give her time to enjoy the erotic sight. Planting his hands on her ass, he held her in place as he fucked her with fast, hard strokes. The pace was grueling, taking everything she had. Just before her body collapsed and her back hit the desk, he swept the items underneath her away with an arm. Objects clattered on the floor. Something made a cracking sound as it broke.

The roughness of his thrusts drove her body up the smooth wood, but he yanked her back to him, driving his cock between her legs while he grazed a nipple with his teeth. As her hips lifted of their own accord, he held her down with broad palms on her thighs and changed the angle of his penetration, adding friction to her clit.

The gentle nip he gave her nipple sent her over the edge. Her orgasm rocked her hard, and the fact that he pressed her down and made her ride it the way he wanted her to, made it all the more intense.

Wave after wave crushed over her body. She convulsed around him. When he released her nipple and blood flowed back to the tormented flesh, a new onslaught of spasms had her moaning underneath him.

It was too much, a sensory overload, but Tim wasn’t done yet. He kept on fucking her hard, beyond the point of oblivion to another height she’d never reached before. He laved her sensitive nipple with his tongue, licking away the bite of pain. Just as she relaxed under the tender administration, he sucked the tip deep into his mouth, hard, and picked up his pace.

By the time he climaxed with a groan, she was floating in bliss, somewhere soft and comfortable. He collapsed on top of her, keeping his weight on his arms as he kissed his mark in her neck. Everything else dissipated, dissolved into a fine mist of ecstasy. Only her pleasure existed.

He wrapped his arms around her to cushion her back. When he pulled out, she moaned. She wanted his heat, which was a strange statement, since his skin was always cool. It was a different kind of heat, one that carefully wrapped around her soul like cotton wool.

“I’m going to put you to bed,” he said, “so that I can hold you all night long.”

“You always know what I need,” she mumbled, resting her head against his chest as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the door.

“I do. I know exactly what to give you.”

Chapter 14

They’d been back in San José for a day, and Tim had been nothing but kind and gentle. However, that evening, when she walked into the lounge, he got to his feet looking tense, his expression saying he had bad news to share with her.

“What is it, Tim?”

He took her hands. “I have to feed. I’m getting weak.”

A spark shot to her core, igniting a fire when she thought about his fangs in her throat. “I can deal with that.”

“I can’t feed from you. It’s too soon. I need more than that.”

Realization hit her when Lee walked through the door with a woman in tow. Tim wasn’t going to feed from her. He was going to drink from the beautiful blonde who followed Lee. The thought didn’t sit right with her. That, in itself, came as a surprise. She’d never been possessive or jealous.

“This is Adel,” Lee said.

“Nice to meet you,” Tim said politely. “I’m Tim, and this is Maya. I won’t hold you up longer than needed, but can I offer you something to drink before we start?”

Maya’s throat started closing up. Tim was going to bite a woman here, in his house, in his bed maybe, a bed she now shared, and this woman was going to find pleasure in the act. So would Tim. She couldn’t stand the thought. Even if she had no right to make claims on Tim, traitor that she was, her body didn’t understand that. Her body reacted with distress.