Shadow Thief - Eva Chase Page 0,53

the irises had expanded as well, nearly filling the whites. They gleamed a gold as bright as if the brilliant summer sun were reflecting off them.

“Well?” he said, with a new smoky quality to his voice that seemed to wind around me in its own embrace.

Sweet shiny sugar-puffs, a story for the ages indeed. Had he really thought I’d run scared from this?

I raised my hand to touch his glowing cheek. “You were handsome before. Now you’re fucking magnificent.”

His smile stretched wider. He bowed his head to kiss me hard, the tingling heat of his lips spreading into mine and all through my body. “Let’s get on with the fucking then,” he murmured against my mouth.

He gave me a gentle shove to lie down, joining me as I did. Everywhere our skin touched, little shocks of bliss quivered into me. He wasn’t even inside me yet, and the rush of my release was already building to a peak.

We kissed again and again, until the scorching pleasure of it blurred my thoughts together. His hand dipped between my legs, his thumb flicking over my clit, and just like that, I did come, with a shaky moan that had me thanking all that was good in the world for the existence of incubi and their soundproofing magic.

The sound had hardly finished leaving my lips when Ruse delved his fingers right inside me. With a few quick pulses, I was coming again on the heels of my first orgasm, my body trembling with the combined force. “Oh my God,” I gasped out.

Ruse stole another kiss with a chuckle that vibrated into me. “I’d prefer you give me the credit.”

I let out a laugh that turned into another moan as he rubbed the head of his cock over my slit and plunged inside. My fingers dug into his shoulders as if the ecstasy might wash me away if I didn’t hold on tight. The next sound that leaked out of me was embarrassingly close to a whine of need.

“I’ve got you,” Ruse murmured in the smoky tone that set me even more ablaze. He rocked deeper into me, and I discovered exactly what was so special about his official incubus equipment. The curve of his cock veered perfectly to press the hot button of bliss deep inside me. With each thrust, the bulge of his pubic bone stroked my clit. Pulses of a pleasure I’d never even imagined raced through me, faster and more searing by the moment.

I arched up to meet him, wanting to pay him back as well as I could with my more limited human means. Remembering how he’d reacted to the caressing of his horns before, I lifted my hands to his head. My fingers tangled in his hair and then found the enlarged points with their graceful spiral.

When I squeezed them, Ruse groaned and drove into me even harder. Another orgasm crashed through me, sending me flying and then dragging me down into depths like a blissful undertow. And once I started coming, I couldn’t stop. Each thrust of his cock into me tossed me up and under all over again with just enough time to gasp for air. My entire existence became a gale of pleasure.

Through the storm of ecstasy, I had just enough awareness to realize that the incubus hadn’t joined me, not with his own release. I managed to raise my jellified legs to his waist, welcoming him even deeper as I gripped one horn and ran my fingernails down the muscles of his back.

“Come,” I mumbled. “Come with me.”

Ruse’s next groan shuddered as it fell from his lips. His mouth crashed into mine. With a roll of his hips, bliss tossed me up and over once more. A flood of tingling heat filled me as he followed.

As he eased to a stop over me, I couldn’t help thinking that everything considered, this hadn’t been such a bad night after all.

18

Ruse

There was nothing quite as gorgeous as a woman basking in the afterglow of ecstasy—an ecstasy I’d brought her to. Possibly it was even more satisfying seeing that release in Sorsha than any woman before. She was the first I’d taken to those heights while she was fully aware of what I was, and she’d welcomed everything I could offer all the same.

She sprawled out on the bed, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue that might have been even more lovely than the waves of her red hair spread across the pillow. Her chest rose