Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,76

I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

Fucking gods!

What was she doing to him?

He experienced her words as if she was physically doing these things to him right now. Her tongue and fingers in his ass, thrusting deep. He could even feel the tantalizing burn of it in his virgin hole. Which tightened reflexively, clenching on emptiness.

The sensations overloaded his mind, unraveling the last tenuous threads of his control, making his cock jerk with a gush of seed that drenched his hand as he continued to ruthlessly pump his fist.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “You released without permission.”

She noted this with both satisfaction and something dark and…sly.

“How should I punish you, warrior? Make you go on like this for the rest of the night without completion? Or make you climax so many times and for so long you’ll plead with me to stop?”

He opened his eyes and met hers, his chest rising and depressing like bellows, the sweat on his hot skin shimmering.

I don’t beg, he communicated to her with the intensity of his stare.

A dangerous, voracious smile spread slowly across her lips as the monster within her rejoiced at the challenge.

We shall see.

Chapter Thirteen

He was her trigger, all right.

Dalair brought out the Destroyer in her full force. But this time, it wasn’t the world she wanted to take apart in vengeance.

It was him.

All her need, primitive and raw; all her possessiveness, terrifying in its intensity; and all her love, boundless and wild—everything zeroed in on Dalair.

He was her trigger, yes.

But he was also the answer to any question she could ever ask. He was her solution, her antidote. He fired her up and calmed her down. He made her feel limitless while always grounding her with his protection. It was the most exhilarating way to soar—to know that you never have to fear falling.

Sophia could feel the power in her blood roaring through her veins, making them stand out beneath her skin. She didn’t need to look a mirror to see that her eyes must have gone pitch black, voracious with hunger and need. But she didn’t feel the tell-tale wrath and violence that always threatened to overwhelm her when the Destroyer rose to the surface of her consciousness. She only felt lust.

Unquenchable, insatiable lust for her Mate.

The love was there too, as it always was. Perhaps it would help temper the ways she wanted to destroy him.

Then again—she bared her teeth in a feral grin—perhaps not.

Slowly, like a slinking jungle cat, she crawled on all fours over his body. Directly over his pumping fist she lowered herself, until the length of him that couldn’t fit in his broad palm, including the plump, swollen head, was squeezed between her breasts.

“Hold only the root of your sex,” she commanded as she pushed her breasts together with her hands so that his maleness was nestled snugly in her cleavage.

“Now thrust.”

With a stuttering breath, he obeyed, one hand fisting the base of his cock, the other hand gripping his balls, two fingers continuously pressing against his perineum. He tightened his core muscles to thrust up into the channel created by her breasts, coating her skin with his slick.

“Does it feel good, my warrior?” she taunted, spearing his eyes with her own.

They were as black as hers now, no silver in sight, his pupils completely blown.

“Yes,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, more of a hiss, less of a word.

“More,” he rasped, fusing their gazes with desperate intensity.

“No,” she rebuked, lifting away from him, taking away the heavenly pressure of her soft, rounded flesh around his aching head, and making it shudder helplessly at the loss.

A stream of pre-cum poured out of his slit, sliding down the heated stalk, making the veins that wrapped around it bulge and flex as if angry.

“Beg me.”

He gave an infinitesimal shake of his head.

Make me, the stubborn motion said.

She grinned beatifically at him, flashing her sharp, Pure female fangs. Oh, how she loved it when he invited her monster to play.

This push and pull had always been between them. Sometimes, she fought the magnetism, sometimes he did. For different reasons, they both did, when she was Kira and now Sophia.

Perhaps she pulled away out of self-preservation, as if she knew that he would enslave her, that she would lose all sense and reason for want of him. That the loss of him would lead her to destroy everything and everyone in mindless retribution, including herself.

Perhaps he pulled away because he felt too much. Because she pushed all of his buttons.