Darkness Rises(99)

Mmmm. “Do tell.”
She sent him a provocative smile. “You sound doubtful.”
Étienne was surprised he could make any sound at all beyond a moan as she slid down his body, her satin skin teasing his cock, and kissed his belly.
“Perhaps a demonstration is in order?” she suggested innocently, dipping her tongue into his navel.
He nodded. “A demonstration. Yes, please.”
With a sultry laugh, she curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and gave the tip straining toward her a long lick.
Étienne groaned and buried his hands in her hair, fire igniting his blood as she circled him with her tongue, then drew him into her warm, wet, admittedly talented mouth.
Krysta hummed as a litany of French poured forth from Étienne’s lips. He was beautiful, muscles rippling, head arching back, face flushing with pleasure. Pleasure that soon swept through her as she coaxed him toward a climax. Her breath shortened as she continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue and fingers. She was so wet. She could almost feel him inside her, thrusting deep.
Étienne suddenly released her hair and grabbed her arms. Dragging her up, he rolled her beneath him and plunged inside her.
Crying out, Krysta clamped her hands on his ass and drew him in deep, urging him on as he began to move, thrusting and withdrawing, rocking against her, hitting all the right spots.
“Like it?” he growled in her ear as he slid a hand to her breast and pinched her sensitive nipple.
She nodded, too breathless to speak. Yes.
“Want more?”
Again she nodded. Hell, yes.
He withdrew, rearing back onto his knees.
She opened her mouth to protest and gasped as, instead, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, then plunged into her again, taking her from behind.
Oh, yeah!
A low laugh vibrated her back as he buried his lips in her hair, seeking and finding the base of her neck as he fondled her breasts with one hand and slid the other down over her stomach to delve into the curls beneath and stroke her clit.
Krysta never would have described herself as being noisy in bed until that moment. Sounds of pleasure emerged with every breath, every thrust, until a climax ripped through her, her body clenching and unclenching around his.
Étienne’s grip tightened almost to the point of pain as he found his own release.
The two collapsed onto the sheets. Krysta barely had time to acknowledge just how heavy all of that muscle was before he rolled them to their sides and spooned around her.
Several minutes passed as they regained their breath. Little aftershocks of pleasure continued to dart through her. She didn’t think she had ever had such an intense orgasm.
“And I didn’t even get to show you how talented my mouth is,” he murmured into her hair.
She smiled. “Next time.”
 

 

Étienne felt a twinge of nerves as he dialed Seth’s number.
“Yes?” Seth answered on the second ring. Once more, his voice was accompanied by the sounds of battle.
“It’s Étienne. Are you busy?”
“A bit. What’s up?”
Étienne glanced at Krysta, who stared back with furrowed brow as she bit her lower lip. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead.”
A scream of pain rent the air in the background.
“Are you sure this isn’t a bad time?”
“Hold on. Friedrich, haben Sie diese?”
“Ja.”
“Ich werde bald wiederkommen.” Seth appeared beside Étienne, a bloody katana in one hand. He nodded a greeting to Krysta. “What’s up?”
Étienne pocketed his phone. “Krysta would like to be transformed.”
“Okay.”
Étienne waited for him to say more.
The silence stretched as Seth stared at him expectantly.
“That’s it?” Étienne asked. “Just . . . okay?”
“Yes. Anything else?”
More silence.
Étienne met Krysta’s confused gaze, then looked at Seth. “I don’t get it.”
Seth arched a brow. “What’s not to get? She wants to be transformed and I have no objection to it.”
“Oh. I guess I just thought that there was more to it than that. That you would want to read her mind or something.”
“Normally, I would read her mind to ensure this was what she truly wanted rather than a hasty decision or that she wasn’t being pressured into it. But I actually saw this coming.”
“What?”#p#分页标题#e#
Krysta took a step forward. “What do you mean?”
“Occasionally I get glimpses of the future. Krysta becoming immortal was one of those glimpses, which is why I felt no guilt when I urged her in that direction by repeatedly pointing out that—because she’s mortal—she’s a liability.”