Sin & Spirit (Demigod of San Francisco #4)(25)

He’d just said plenty of words. But with that look in his eyes, he hadn’t needed to say anything at all.

“Sorry for what I said earlier,” I said, slinking toward him. I trailed my fingers over the necklace, letting them descend to my suddenly taut nipple. “It was my own issue, not my lack of trust in you.”

He shook his head, his gaze following my hand.

“I love you, Kieran.” I trailed my fingers lower until they were at my pubic line. “I do want to move in with you. No, I do not feel chained here. I knew you’d take the position. That’s fine with me. I’m happy just to be with you, wherever you are.” I massaged my clit a little, and all the air puffed out of him.

He yanked me to him so fast that I sucked in a startled gasp. Before I knew it, my nipple was in his hot mouth and his hand was running up my inner thigh. His fingers replaced mine on my clit, working me to a fast start.

I knew the best thanks I could give him wouldn’t be hours of pleasuring him, though that would definitely be round two. It would be to appeal to his raw, wild, primal side. To coax him into losing control doing what he was designed to do—guarding that which he deemed his.

“Mark me,” I whispered. “Claim me.”

He moved to the other nipple while laying his palm on the necklace. His hand moved so his fingers now covered my heart.

“I love you,” he said, and picked me up, hurrying me to the bed.

I fell back on the soft sheets. He rose and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He ripped at the buttons on his trousers. I lifted my knees, spreading my thighs on the bed.

His breath turned harried. His emotions burned with need and spiraling desire. With that primal need to take his woman.

Feeling it, I worked myself until his large cock sprang free. I licked my lips in eager anticipation.

He crawled onto the bed after me, pausing to run his hot tongue up my center. He sucked in my nub, and I groaned in pleasure, running my fingers through his hair as his Selkie magic glided across my body. The sensations teased me in the best of ways. They drove into me as surely as he was about to—fiercely intimate and inhumanly delicious.

“Oh yes, Kieran,” I said, swinging my hips up into him.

He threaded two fingers into me, pounding his fingers in rhythm with his sucking. With the other hand he reached up and tweaked a nipple, driving my pleasure deeper. Turning me wild with it.

“Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes.” I arched on the bed, soaking it in. Rising higher. Words turned to moans. Heat burned through my body. My world reduced down to the exquisite sensations caused by his ministrations.

“Yes!” I blasted apart, sucked under the tide and happily lost. I shuddered, my eyes closing, as he moved up. His chest slid against mine. The necklace jingled between us.

“I love you,” he said, and kissed up my neck to my collarbone. His lips then fitted against mine, our tongues soon twirling together. There would be no time to rest. No time to get my bearings before this next onslaught of divine lovemaking.

His large cock slid into me, filling me up. I groaned, my eyes fluttering with how good that felt. How right. His Selkie magic whispered across my skin, driving all thought from me.

He took my hands and threaded his fingers between mine. His kiss turned insistent. Dominating.

He pushed our hands up to above our heads and held them there, trapping me beneath him. Covering me with his size and strength. Doing as I’d asked, and claiming me.

The pace increased. He drove into me faster now. I tugged my hands, wanting to run them down his muscular back, but he held on, in control. My inner beast mewed for more power from him. For the might I knew he was capable of. I wanted a show of it as my man consumed me in a way only he could.

“Harder,” I begged, gyrating up to meet him. Desperate for him.

He made a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. He swirled his tongue with mine, his lips forceful. His kiss nearly bruising. He continued to hold my hands as he rammed into me rhythmically. The bed thumped against the wall and I moaned into his mouth.

The world vanished. I felt spirit flood the room around us. The Line pounded into being and magic filled me to bursting.

“Yes,” Kieran said, pushing himself up a little on his hands so he could work harder. He thrust into me with wild abandon, having completely lost control. I arched into each thrust, angling to get him deeper. Needing him with every ounce of my person.

His magic seared across my skin. The waves pounded the cliffs, as loud as if the ocean were right outside the window. My magic throbbed in time to his hungry thrusts.

I arched. “Almost…there,” I managed, the drumming of pleasure beating on me. His magic feeling so damn good. Almost as good as his body inside mine. Almost unbearable. “Almost…”

A punch of pleasure hit me. My vision went splotchy black as an intense orgasm consumed me. Dragged me under and spun me around.

“Oh!” I yelled out, clutching him with my legs.

He shook, moaning as he emptied himself into me. Pounding into me once more, twice.

Another wave rolled over me. I clenched my teeth and shook, vibrating with pleasure. Barely able to breathe.

“Oh yes,” I said, coming down from that high. Shuddering a third time, feeling light as a feather and electrified. “Hmm.”

Kieran kissed me before collapsing. His weight, pressing me into the mattress, felt better than good.