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She seizes my hand, dragging it up her body like she’s daring me to stop her.
My palm curves over the soft swell of her breast, and fuck, I don’t just hold—I take. I roll her nipple between my fingers, a slow, punishing tease, and her breath stutters. Her nails dig into my thigh. I pinch. Harder than I should. She hisses through her teeth, her back arching like she fucking loves it.
I growl, my other hand snapping to her jaw, tilting her face up. Her lips part, a gasp escaping right before I take her mouth. The kiss isn’t soft. It isn’t sweet. It’s a fucking war.
I devour her, sweep my tongue into her mouth, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. How fucking crazy she makes me.
She moans into me, meeting me, matching me, her own desperation spilling over. Her hand strokes up my thigh, making me groan into her mouth as she drags her fingers over my cock.
I bite down on her lip hard enough to sting, and she fucking breaks.
Her teeth clash against mine, our kiss turning messy, brutal, a battle for dominance that she is going to lose.
I tear my mouth away, panting against her skin, lips trailing down her throat. I find her pulse. I bite.
She doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t second-guess. She just fucking moves.
And I lose my fucking mind.
ChapterEight
FELICITY FORREST
“Fae do not love as mortals do. They claim, they consume, and if you’re not careful, they will leave you hollowed out and wanting.”
Book of Shadows (Tír na ScáilLost History), Forgotten Tomes Archive
His mouth is everywhere. His hands are fire. Niall presses me into the mattress, pinning me down, his hips grinding into mine like he’s already inside me. My legs tighten around him, keeping him exactly where I want him. I shift, trying to ignore the friction, my clit throbbing at the pressure.
A moan slips from my lips, swallowed by his, and fuck, I want more. There’s nothing tentative in the way I drag him closer, nothing shy in the way I kiss him, hard, deep, like I plan to ruin him just as much as he wants to ruin me.
His hands roam, mapping my body, claiming every inch of bare skin he can reach. The scrape of his beard against my neck sends a sharp shiver down my spine, adding a delicious edge to the heat pooling low in my stomach. I arch under him, rubbing against the hard length of his cock, just to hear him groan.
“Felicity,”he growls, voice raw.
I fucking love how he says my name. Like it’s a prayer and a curse. I want to go slow, to take my time, to savour him, but I need him too much. Since the moment I met him, I’ve wanted this to happen.
I drag my nails down his back, biting his lower lip as I pull back enough to speak. The cool metal of his lip ring scrapes against my mouth, sending a thrill straight through me. “You gonna keep talking, or are you finally going to do something about it?”
His sharp inhale is all the warning I get before he shifts, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, his body pressing me into the mattress.
His other hand snaps to my jeans, undoing them in a single, rough motion before dragging them down my legs. He’s not teasing now. He’s claiming. Taking.
My pulse pounds. Cool air kisses my thighs, and his gaze darkens. Predatory. Possessive.
I smirk, licking my lips. “Fair’s fair. You need to ditch yours too.”
His grin is wicked, his eyes dark with intent. “I’m going to bury my face between your thighs and feast on you until you’re dripping down my chin, until you can’t take another fucking second of my tongue in your pussy. You’ll beg me to stop—then I’ll make you beg for my cock.”
His filthy mouth shouldn’t turn me on this much, but gods, it fucking does. And he doesn’t waste time. He releases my wrists and his pants hit the floor. My gaze drops?—
Oh.Fuck.
My smirk falters for half a second before I recover, dragging my tongue across my lower lip. “Damn. No wonder you’resococky. Definitely should’ve stretched first.”
His grin is slow and knowing. “Aye, but let’s see how well you take it.”
Arrogant bastard. And I fucking love it.
