God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) by Rina Kent

Over and over.

And fucking over again.

She was hesitant at first, quivering like a frail leaf, but the moment I allowed her an inch, she became bold and took a mile.

Her palm was on my chest, my neck, and all over my face. She didn’t stop touching me as I kissed her, bit her lips, and tasted her blood.

She didn’t stop touching me, holding on to me, fucking injecting her venom into my veins until all I could breathe was her arousal and her motherfucking fruity perfume.

I release a long puff of smoke, tilting my head as she rolls to her back, her legs slightly parted. Her pink pussy is in full view, performing some wordless mojo to draw me close.

The thought of anyone but me seeing her in this position tightens my muscles with the need for violence.

My blood boils at the reminder of Gareth’s lips touching hers, slamming against hers, tasting hers before I had the chance to.

Maybe I should incapacitate him, after all, bring him down a notch. Or maybe I need to play on his useless pride and fragile fucking ego so that he won’t ponder touching what’s mine again.

The thought of violence spreads all over my system and I kill the cigarette, then slowly rise from my chair.

Now, I need to point out that the discomfort from my hard-on is a hassle, but I manage to repress the urge to ram into her cunt raw.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t give a fuck—actually, I wouldn’t want them right after I fucked them anyway.

But for some reason, I don’t want to hurt her further…for now. She was begging me to slow down earlier, crying into the pillow and telling me in that sweet little voice of hers that she couldn’t take it anymore.

And while that turned me on and made her come more times than either of us can count, I probably pushed her beyond her limits.

I settle at the foot of the bed on my knees and grab her ankles, sliding her in my direction.

A low whine slips from her lips, but she doesn’t move as I throw her legs over each of my shoulders.

The pads of my fingers dig gently in the flesh of her legs, pushing them open before I lick her inner thigh.

I cleaned her up earlier. Again, something I don’t usually do, but I wanted to for her, yet there’s some of her dried blood. So I lick that up, too, my tongue feasting on the taste of her arousal.

The sight of my cum mixed with her juices fills me with a raging sense of possessiveness and I glide my way from her slit to the opening of her cunt.

Glyndon’s moans echo in the air, and small fingers thread in my hair. I lift my head, and sure enough, her eyes are still closed, but her tits rise and fall in an increased rhythm. The sight of her engorged pink nipples is enough to make me want to fuck them.

I save that thought for another day and tease her folds with my free fingers. She arches her back, her temperature rising. When I feel she’s close, I thrust my tongue inside her opening.

Glyndon jerks in my hold and whimpers. My movements become more controlled as I ram in and out of her opening, tongue-fucking her as if my dick is deep inside her. Then I eat her out until she’s shuddering and her fingers tug at my hair.

When I feel the wave subsiding, I lift my head and meet her half-open eyes.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes out.

“That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.”

I lick my lips, doing a show of darting my tongue out to catch every drip of her intoxicating arousal. I’ve never cared for eating pussy, but I could feast on hers for fucking eternity.

“You’re finally awake, sunshine. I was getting bored. Though the nude show was a nice distraction. Did I mention that I love it when you’re naked? Just for me, though, because if anyone else sees you naked, we’ll have a homicide on our hands, and that would just be tragic and complicated.”

Her stomach and tits are still rising and falling in an irregular rhythm as she swallows. “You…didn’t.”

“What? Commit homicide? Not yet, but my brother thinks it’s a matter of when, not if.”

“I mean this.” She tries to push back, but my hold on her thighs keeps her pinned in place. “Did you just go down on me while I was asleep?”

A grin lifts my lips. “You couldn’t have been that asleep if you came all over my tongue. Also, I told you that your foul, pretty mouth turns me on, so unless you’re in the mood for round twenty, you should restrain it for a bit.”

A crimson hue covers her cheeks and she turns her head to the side, her fingers digging into the sheets. Then, because she likes provoking me for sport, she tries to pull her leg from my hold again.

“Don’t do that.” I pinch her clit and she gasps, the sound affecting me more than should be allowed. “If you attempt to withdraw from me again, it’ll only piss me off.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I rejoice at being touched by you? Throw a party or something?”

“Watch it.” My jaw tightens.

“Or what? You’ll fuck me?” She huffs. “You already got the virginity kink out of your system.”

“That’s only the beginning, not the end, baby.” I let her legs fall to the mattress and crawl over her body until my chest covers hers. Then realizing I’m probably crushing her, I flip us so that my back meets the mattress and she’s on top of me.

To make sure she doesn’t try any funny business, I trap her legs between mine and I let my fingers get lost in her hair, messing it up a little.