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He pins my hands above my head and moves in long, slow strokes. His eyes fix on mine, speaking directly to my soul. I want to shield myself from the intensity but can’t seem to pull away. He throws his head back, and his teeth bared as a guttural moan erupts from him. My insides tingle with excitement as I watch his expression. I’m both fascinated and turned on at the same time. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. He lowers his mouth to my neck and surprises me by sinking his teeth into my flesh. My back involuntarily arches off the bed. I cry out his name, overwhelmed by an electrifying combination of pleasure and pain. His teeth scraped lightly against my skin, sending sparks down to my toes. He kisses his way to my collarbone, grazing sharply, then licking the small sting away. He brings one hand between our joint bodies and presses on my throbbing clit, and I grind my teeth hard to contain the eruption of euphoria.
My free hand grabs onto his head, using his thick locks as an anchor to keep my balance as I grind into him, bucking my waist in a deliberately slow rhythm aimed at driving him wild. It works… He suddenly stands up straight, grabs me under the knees, and raises my hips to meet his deep, ruthless thrusts. He slams into me. And then again. Over and over. Our bodies make loud clapping sounds. We are both breathing hard, desperate for release, yet wanting to drag it out just a little longer. My cries grow louder, unashamedly so, as the pleasure mounts. I’m burning, but I don’t give a damn as long as I get more of him. Just a little more. He stops, and I whimper in protest. Wordlessly, he flips me over, positioning me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t touch me at first. I feel bereft without him.
“Seer..?” I question, pushing my ass backward in search of him. He splays his hand on my ass, squeezing gently, and lightly trails a path down my spine. I shiver. Then he plunges into me, his firm grip on my hips keeping me steady. He remains unmoving for a moment until I wiggle against him, urging him on. He wraps my hair around his fist and gently tugs my head back. I follow his lead, rising up to my knees to seal my mouth to his in a passionate kiss. He holds me at his mercy. His message is clear, and he will take me when he wants, and no sooner.
He wants control, and I give it to him. Finally, he lets me go, placing my hands back on the bed. He drives his cock into me so forcefully that I fall forward onto my elbows. I moan loudly because it felt so damn good. He does it again, this time grunting with the force of it. Staying on my elbows, I rock forward. I’ve never felt so exposed... so raw. I realize I trust this man with my body, soul, and heart. He owns all of me. Forever. The thought suddenly makes me want to cry–or maybe it’s the pressure gradually building within me, my muscles turning to jelly. My veins pulse with pleasure until I feel like I can’t take anymore or I’ll shatter into a million irredeemable pieces.
“Nicholas,” I gasp, pleading for him to slow down. It would rip my heart and soul wide open if he didn’t let me go. “I... I can’t... Please... Oh, please!”
“It’s all right, chérie,” he says softly. “I’m here. Let go.”
That was all the nudge I needed to spiral over the edge. And, as promised, he was right behind me.
Submerged in the intensity of our combined orgasm, we’re left vulnerable... unguarded. But that only makes the experience more gratifying.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Bones looks like he’s going to snap everyone into pieces at any moment while Hex and the others argue loudly among themselves. Pocus watches on with an unreadable expression. But it looks like he’s taking advantage of the chaos… aligning his thoughts. The tension in church is at an all-time high, but I feel removed from it all.
And yet, it’s all my fault.
“Silence,” Pocus says.
His voice was low, but carried authority nonetheless. The room goes silent, and everyone settles back in their seats. Pocus lets the silence stretch for a couple more seconds before clearing his throat and sitting forward in his chair.
“We are here to come to a decision and not rave senselessly like some fucking barbarians,” Pocus says, the mildness of his tone contradicting the intense annoyance in his eyes as he directs a pointed glance at everyone in the room. “Now, who the fuck has something to say?”
Bones raises his hand, and Pocus quietly gestures for him to speak.
“Why are we even discussing this, Prez?” Bones says, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “That motherfucker Anderson is in no place to order us around.”
“Bones is right on this one, Prez,” Hemlock speaks up. “The bastard wants us to help him launder the money made from prostituting girls and selling drugs? That’s fucking ridiculous. Why the fuck did we go through all of that stress to put him away if we’re going to let him order us around like some fucking baboons?”
Pocus lets out a breathy sigh. “I understand your frustration, but we have to be rational about this. Anderson Grey’s only condition is to help move his money. I don’t see much choice here.”
“This is the only way to help Seer get his powers back,” Frenchie says. “I think we should let Anderson have his way this time.”
“And the next time he makes some ridiculous demand?” Gator asks with a loud scoff. “Are we going to keep making up excuses to oblige him?”
“You’d rather your brother died from an unexpected attack?” Graveyard says in an icy voice.
“That’s right!” Someone randomly echoes from the back. And the room gradually fills up with discordant murmurs once more.
“I say we vote!” Hex yells, and a tentative hush falls in the room. He turns to face Pocus. “What do you say, Prez?”
Pocus seems to think about the suggestion for a second before sitting forward with a heavy sigh. “Okay, let’s have hands if you are for helping Anderson.”
Hands go flying in the air. Pocus counts the numbers under his breath. “Alright. Hands up if you’re against the idea.” Hands go up again, and Pocus counts. “We have a draw.”
“Seer is yet to vote,” Hex says.
Pocus turns to face me, brows raised inquisitively. “What do you say, Seer?”
And just like that, I’m the center of attention. Everyone fastens their gazes on me, waiting for me to tilt the scale.I already made my decision right from the get-go.
“I’m voting against the idea.”
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