We stay like that for a while, me buried inside her, breath tangled, sweat-slicked skin stuck together, and I slowly wrap my arm tightly around her waist like I’m never letting go as I drop onto the bed beside her, sliding my other arm under her head. Her body trembles against me, the aftershocks of her orgasm still dancing through her.
She turns her head slightly, looking up at me with eyes that are glowing like embers.
“You’re mine, too,” she whispers, her voice possessive,dripping with seduction, a promise and a claim all at once. It’s not only her looks in her true form that entice men; it’s everything. I felt it… This is her, seductive, fierce, and terrifyingly beautiful. Even if she’s scared of what it means to be stuck in this form, I’m ready to support her through it, no matter what. I already belong to her, and I’ll fucking do anything for her.
Never has sex felt thisfuckinggood. For the first time, I don’t move, don’t want to move. I just want to hold her and keep her, for all time.
“I fucking love you, Sienna. My little succubus,” I breathe, a playful, breathless whisper. Because that’s exactly what she is, my sweet, wicked demon who’ll drive me mad if she starves me of her touch.
She giggles – a low, tantalising sound that makes my cock twitch. Her eyes gleam with mischief and hunger as she leans down, powerful beyond what her delicate frame suggests. With a strength that steals my breath, she pushes me onto my back, straddling me like a goddess carved from desire.
She lowers herself onto my cock, her curvaceous hips rolling in slow, delicious circles. One hand pressed across my chest, nails raking down my skin as her deep red curls cascade into her eyes, framing the small smile playing on her lips.
“Now, fuck me again,” she commands in a low, horny whisper.
Her thighs press against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I thrust into her, slowly and brutally. Every roll of my hips drags a moan from her throat, every breath a whisper of sin.
Her eyes glow molten red, lips swollen from kisses, body made to ruin men. And tonight, she’s ruining me in the bestfucking way.
“I’m going to ride you until you forget your own name,” she purrs, hands on my chest. “Until every drop of you belongs to me.”
She moves, slow at first, torturously smooth, then faster, grinding, clenching, taking everything I give her. Her breasts bounce, sweat glistening on her skin, and the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with our breathy moans is the lullaby I want to hear every fucking night.
“Goddess,” I groan, pleasure rushing through me, unable to hold back. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“No,” she says softly, her smile now gentler. Leaning down, her lips brushing mine, her voice trembling with something deeper than lust. “I’m going to love you.” She gazes into my eyes and then says those words, “I love you, Jayce Westwood. I love you and you alone.”
My breath catches.
With a sudden surge, I grab her by the hair, firmly, possessively, but tenderly, and pull her down into a searing kiss. Our mouths collide, desperate and filled with so many emotions, every ounce of passion and promise pouring between us.
Her hands clutch my shoulders as I deepen the kiss, the world narrowing to just us – two souls bound by lust, love, and sin.
I whisper against her lips, “Forever.”
She smiles at me, and I know I’ll never let her go.
Even when the world tries to destroy everything, I’ll hold on… I’ll hold on.
A New Turn
Sienna
“Ihate to be the one to do this, but you weren’t the only ones not sleeping. I, for one, am traumatised for life after having to hear you guys banging for that long. Now wake up, we have training in a few!”
Renji?
My eyes fly open. Wait! Heard us banging?
I jolt upright, and Jayce mutters something, his arm snaking around my waist, the arm that was under my head wrapping around my breasts as he tugs me back down, squeezing my breasts in the process.
“Jayce!” I whisper, my cheeks burning as I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
“Mm…” he mutters.
“Get up!” I hiss.
“Guys, are you awake?” Renji groans again.
