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Gwendolyn was a vision as she lay bare to him.
He leaned onto his arm and gently ran his fingers inside her thigh, teasing over her sensitive sex. She gasped, grasping the sheets. He kissed the freckles along her neck and savored the salty taste of her skin.
“Tell me what you want, Gwendolyn,” he whispered darkly into her ear. “I am yours.”
Chapter Thirteen
She wanted him. All of him.
Those three little words, edged with his accent, had sent a shiver through her. I am yours. No longer was he fearful or closed off. She could feel that he meant it, and it made a swell of emotions cascade through her.
Gwen pushed at Sirus’s chest until he was on his back. He didn’t fight her in the slightest as she settled over top of him. He held her steady, his fingers digging gently into the flesh of her hips. She realized then that his tattoos covered nearly all of him.
She ran her fingers through the patch of dark hair over his muscled chest, then along his biceps. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed without really thinking.
His expression strained, then softened. A smirk teased at one corner of his mouth, and Gwen’s eyes widened with shock. It was the closest he’d ever gotten to a smile. “I was thinking the same about you,” he confessed, brushing his hand over her stomach and cupping one of her breasts.
Gwen arched her back into his touch. Sirus’s hard, damp tip brushed against the inside of her thigh as she did. She’d intended to draw out their encounter, to be gentle, but as she hovered over him, an urgency rioted through her.
She bent over and kissed his chest, letting her hair brush over him. Then she licked and nibbled along his corded neck. His fingers dug deeper into her hips. Gwen didn’t mind the pain. “I want you,” she whispered into his ear. Not just this night, but as many nights and days and weeks and months as she could have him. She just wanted him.
Gwen reached down and gently wrapped her hand around his silky length. Sirus sat up with a growl, still holding her hips above him. She stroked him until his eyes grew dark and his breaths harsh. The shadows began to pull around them, and it only made her want him more.
She ran her thumb over his damp tip, and he hissed, then shuddered. “Tell me what you want, Sirus,” she said darkly as she let go of him and dug her hands into his hair. He growled in response, his beard tickling the tip of her nipple as he kissed the skin above her breast.
She pulled his head back, and Sirus snarled at her forcefulness. His eyes were hooded and liquid, as if she enthralled him. She didn’t see control or coldness. He was lost to her. The realization filled her with a sense of pride. Of power. Only she was just as lost to him.
Gwen was overcome by him. His beauty and strength. His pain and patience. How vulnerable he’d been. How vulnerable he was now. She kissed him, and everything changed. Now it wasn’t just about desire or pleasure. It was about Sirus. She wanted him. The vampire. The lover. The friend. All of him. Her King of Shadows.
Roughly, Sirus positioned her hips over him, silently telling her precisely what he wanted. She wanted it too. He rasped as her wet sex enveloped the tip of him.
“Gods, Gwendolyn,” he moaned.
Gwen gasped a sharp breath of pleasure. She needed more. Sirus’s muscles strained as she pressed him further inside her. Every inch made her ache to have all of him, but she struggled to take the entirety of his length. She groaned, and he sensed her frustration. He guided her hips, slowly pushing himself deeper with shallow strokes.
“More,” she moaned on an exhale.
He took her mouth with an urgent kiss, then raised her hips to pull himself out of her entirely. With one hard thrust, he plunged into her, all the way to the base.
Gwen tore away from their kiss and gasped a harsh breath of pain and pleasure. For a moment, he held her hips steady, letting her adjust to the fullness of him—until she began to move.
With every rise and fall over him, Gwen lost more of herself. Her breaths became harsher as they found their rhythm in passion. He wrapped his arms around her hips and growled with abandon as she pulled herself away and then took him hard once more in full. She loved the sounds he made.
“Gwendolyn,” he rasped as she took him again. She leaned her head back, her eyes closed, lost in the throes of her pleasure. He dug his fingers deeper into her thighs. The pain only drove her further. “Gwen—I—You must stop.”
She looked down at him then. The shadows were drawn in around them so that he was shrouded in a dark haze. Her magicks had rippled out over her, a haze of blue swirling amongst Sirus’s darkness. Gwen saw the strain in his face. The fear.
“It’s okay,” she whispered against his lips as she moved over him. She wanted this, wanted all of him. He didn’t need to say it. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted him to take what he needed from her. She slowed her pace and kissed him softly. “You can’t hurt me.”
He let out a harsh breath, his fingers digging deeper into her skin but not stopping her. “Gwen?—”
“Trust me,” she told him. She leaned her head back again, throwing her hair away from her shoulder, further exposing her neck to him. He ran his tongue along the edge, and she worked herself harder over him, moaning as she took him deeper.
“I want to taste you,” he groaned against her neck with dark desperation.
Gwen could feel him through her magicks. Could feel his hunger grow. “I want it. Please,” she breathed.
She wanted to draw it out. To take her pleasure with him, but she was too close to the edge to stop. Gwen dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him to her. He bit down at the base of her neck. The moment she felt that sharp touch of pain, she crested over the edge, crying out in pure pleasure. Sirus groaned with primal ecstasy as his tongue lapped over her skin.
