Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(33)

“Very nice, Nicholai.” She grasped him and licked her way from the base to the tip.

Sparks flew inside him, and his balls drew up tight. He closed his eyes, and his chest expanded. “Remember about payback,” he ground out.

She sucked the tip into her mouth and chuckled.

The vibrations ripped through him, and he groaned, flashes lighting behind his eyes. Nails scraped along his balls, and that was it.

Growling, he reared up, manacled her waist, and flipped her onto her stomach.

She yelped and dissolved into laughter, her face buried in a pillow.

He’d forgotten. Somehow, he’d forgotten how the woman could make him hotter than a horny teenager and yet fill him with amusement at the same time. With fun and something lighthearted. No wonder she owned his heart.

Even so, she’d thrown down a challenge. So when he flattened his palm on her backside with a loud smack, she shouldn’t have been surprised.

She reared up. “What the hell?”

Now he laughed, grabbed the inside of her elbow, and tugged her around. She lost her balance and fell onto her back.

He rolled and effectively pinned her. “I told you about paybacks.”

Dare filled her eyes. “You want to play, demon?” With great finesse, she slammed both of her fire-filled palms down on his bare ass.

Heat seared his flesh.

He growled, reached for her elbows, and jerked both arms above her head.

She smiled. More plasma fire cascaded along her wrists, burning him. “You’re outmatched, Veis.”

“Oh yeah?” His temper pricked at him, even though his dick was hard as rock. “One chance. Snuff the fire and stop burning my hands.” Truth be told, it was beginning to hurt.

“Then let go.” Arrogance tilted her delicate chin.

He levered himself up, tightened his hold, and gazed directly into her stunning eyes, piercing her mind.

Her pupils widened.

He kept the attack gentle, holding back any pain, sliding friction and erotic images into her consciousness. Every erogenous zone in the body responded to pleasure spots in the brain, and he began to caress each one.

The fire along her arms sputtered and died.

He stimulated the pleasure center of her brain. She arched against him with a soft cry.

Slowly, he reduced his presence, and then let her be.

She gazed up at him, desire flushing her cheeks and her lips a deep pink. Wonder crossed her face. “You shouldn’t be able to get past my shields.”

“I barely can, so don’t worry.” The fact that he could, even a little, showed that she trusted him whether she liked it or not.

“Oh, I’m going to get you for that.” Her voice went husky. “Using your powers isn’t fair.”

“You used yours.” He grasped the T-shirt covering her, one of his favorites, and ripped it in two. Her pretty pink nipples had sharpened to points, and he drew one into his mouth.

She gasped and tunneled her fingers into his hair, scraping his scalp.

He paid homage to her other breast. She was firm and full bodied, and so damn sexy he had to force himself to slow down and enjoy himself. He traced a path down her abdomen to draw off the borrowed sweats and toss them on the floor. “You shaved.” Good Lord, she was bare.

He almost came right then and there against the bed.

She chuckled. “It’s the modern thing to do, you know.”

Actually, he’d been rather busy planning and fighting a war in modern times. “I didn’t know.” He leaned down and kissed her before running his tongue through her slit. “I like it.”

“Me too,” she groaned. “Are you planning to talk me to death?”

He smiled. “No.” Then he went at her. No mercy, no gentleness, just pure delight, but not enough pressure to push her over. After several minutes, he had to clamp his hands on her thighs to hold her still.

“Damn it, Nick.” She smacked his head, not so lightly. “I will burn the damn hair off your head,” she groaned.

He grimaced. The woman didn’t make idle threats, and he had probably tortured her enough. “All right.” He twisted one finger inside her and snapped his lips against her clit, trapping it.

She arched and cried out, her abdomen vibrating with a set of waves. He prolonged her orgasm until she settled back on the bed with a soft whimper.

He smiled and moved up her, positioning himself right where he wanted to be most in the world. One hard shove had him embedded balls-deep in unreal heat. Minor aftershocks rippled against him, and he closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to hers.

She widened her legs and clasped her feet at the small of his back.

God. She’d always been perfect. He started to thrust, hard and fast, realizing she could take all of him at full force. So he gave it to her.

Her body tightened around him, and he powered into her, knowing the second she broke. Her teeth clamped on his shoulder, and he let himself go, coming so hard he knew he was home.

Finally.





Simone sipped her second cup of coffee as Nick finished getting ready in the other room. She’d had clothes delivered first thing and felt more than prepared for the hearing in a navy dress and high-heeled boots. Her hair was up in an intricate knot, her makeup flawless, and her mind clear.

Phenomenal sex followed by peaceful sleep did that for a woman. Though she did have work to finish after the hearing.