Hiding from the Coven (Daughters of the Warlock 2)
Oh. my God.
I shuddered. I hadn’t expected the onslaught of pleasure racking down on my body from this god of a hybrid, and yet here I was, completely at his mercy.
I wanted to ask questions, but instead my eyes slid shut as a wave of sensation paralyzed my body, and I let the one with experience show me the way. I would rather go with his flow then try to force it on my own when I had no idea what I was doing. Our mother had given us a brief sexual education lesson, but it was basically filled with here’s what it is, and for the love of everything that’s holy, don’t have it. It didn’t exactly inspire warm butterflies. I’d managed to conjure some movies from the human village to watch and Bella was always reading different types of books, including romance, so I thought I had a decent handle on what to expect.
I was dead wrong.
Nothing could have prepared me for the intimate details of love making that I truly wanted to know about. And I didn’t know I wanted to know about it until I was already in the moment. It was a strange feeling.
I was glad he would be my first. I would get to cherish it forever.
Tavlor moved his head across my chest to the other nipple, taking that one into his mouth and swirling around with his tongue. I moaned again. How was it he could render me absolutely helpless without doing a thing with his hands or his weapons?
Unless I considered his tongue a weapon.
Which I did—now.
I gasped and cried out, as arrows of desire shot through my belly, and I wriggled and yearned for so much more.
He rolled onto his side, letting one of his hands tease my thigh. His fingers created patterns on my skin as he danced his hand up to the juncture between my legs. Goosebumps followed the trail he made across my flesh.
I pressed my lips together. I didn’t want to keep making sounds like I was some sort of lost cause. I didn’t want to scare him off.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he murmured, his lips vibrating against my skin. “I want to hear you.”
I let out a soft sigh. The words were exactly what I needed to hear. I opened for him eagerly, wanting him to help me assuage the ache there. I would mess it up. I would do it wrong. I could admit it. It wasn’t a shot to my pride. I needed help and I wanted him to guide me.
He looked up, and I opened my eyes so that I could see his face, anxiously watching me as his fingers moved over my most intimate flesh.
I gasped when he circled me, sensations unlike any I’d ever felt pulsing through me. His eyes were narrowed, searching my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but I hoped he found it. I couldn’t have him stopping, not when I was so close.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if he heard me or if he just knew to continue.
His lips curled into a grin.
“I won’t,” he promised.
Warm explosions took over my pelvis and I leaned back, hoping to give him better access to me. Then he was teasing me with slow movements, up and down, while I ached so badly, deep in my belly.
I bit my lip and thrashed my head, drawing his head up to kiss him once again. I needed to feel his lips on mine. I needed to know this wasn’t a dream.
As my mouth opened to receive his tongue, his fingers slipped inside me, cracking open my world and pushing me into the depths of pleasure. My body curled around him instinctively. Every nerve was set on fire and I didn’t think there was any way for me to escape.
I cried out, breaking our kiss as I arched my back and grabbed a hold of his arms, looking for an anchor in the maelstrom of sensation he was creating. I needed him to keep me afloat, but even if I drowned, I doubted I would care. Everything felt good, too good.
He set his lips to my neck.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to be able to touch you like this. God, I want to touch you always. You’re mine, Ava. Mine.”
I shivered, my eyes closing. The way he said my name made my chest light up with fire, hopping from one place to the next. It was hard to breathe, but I didn’t care, just as long as he said my name again.
I wanted to reply, to tell him how lucky I felt, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything, let alone speak. I could only ride the wave as he moved his fingers inside me, strumming me like an instrument.
I squeezed my inner walls against his fingers. I didn’t even know what I was doing. My body reacted and I went with it. I didn’t want to appear so uninhibited, so out of control, but I couldn’t help it. Not with him doing what he was doing to me.
I writhed underneath him, rocking my hips. The strangest noises I’d ever heard came out of my mouth. I think I said things in a language I didn’t know. Maybe I conjured some spells. What the hell did I care? All I cared about was Tavlor touching me the way he was. I didn’t even mind that it made me look absolutely bonkers. If anything, I embraced the sounds as I abandoned any preconceived notions of propriety.
I could feel something happening inside of me. Building, cresting, aching.