Jacob's Trial [Forbidden Legacy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

shred his control, but he shackled the lust. Cassandra needed him, and if he could walk through fire for her, he could suffer the brutal pinch of his balls’ impending explosion.
    She writhed, trying to adjust herself to ride his cock even through the pants, but he allowed her no quarter, angling away. Denying her completion. He teased the flesh at the edge of her nipples, never quite letting his tongue bathe the rosette. Every whisper of his breath seemed to tighten them until her cries of longing grew fierce.
    “Helcyon!” The demand jerked his gaze upward, and her molten gold eyes locked with his. The push of her entwined his soul, and a savage craving seized him. Power poured through the connection, a swift rising tide that battered the tender links of his control. Heat flared and cool air rushed against his overheated flesh.
    Sparks sundered the overhead lights, showering hot ash in a cascade around them. He flashed a shield to catch the flaming specks as his cock sank into the hot, slick flesh of her pussy. Freed of any barriers, he thrust inside of her and swallowed her scream with his mouth. Patience raced away from his tethers. His hips slammed into hers as her legs locked around him, dragging him deeper with every drive.
    The swollen, hot flesh of her inner muscles pulled at him greedily. Another flash of smoke, and the sweet scent of sandalwood mingled with pine and her arms came around him, her nails digging into his scalp and triumph flooded him even as his heart seized. He shifted the angle, pushing her over the edge and holding her as she screamed her release before the liquid fire in his cock exploded, shooting his seed deep toward her womb, and still he thrust, caught in the harness of her need. The inner walls of her pussy clenched at him, milking every drop until he sagged into her arms, collapsing under the shuddering weight of release.
    Her ragged breathing mirrored his, and as the tremors eased, her fingers began to stroke through his hair.
    “Lesson number three.” He swallowed, barely recognizing the low timbre of his own voice. She destroyed him, shattered him, and brought him back together so seamlessly. He would never grow tired of plundering her body for such complete pleasure. Dragging his head upward, he looked at her sweat-dampened face, the way her lashes kissed her flushed cheeks, and he kissed each eyelid carefully.
    The lashes fluttered up, and the full weight of her golden gaze struck him. Her eyes glowed as though fueled by some fiery inner light.
    “You just have to have the will—” The lesson died on his tongue. The breath stuttered in his lungs.
    Cassandra’s eyes glowed, incandescent, brilliant and beautiful.
    “The will to what?” Her husky voice washed over him, jerking him into the reality of the moment. His cock jerked with renewed vigor.
    “Your eyes.” He couldn’t believe it. The glow beckoned him like the decadent siren of old, begging him to crash into the rocks.
    “What?” Her teeth caught her swollen lower lip. “Are they glowing again?”
    “They have before?” A primitive carnality shuddered through him and his cock hardened, surging against the tight, swollen sheath of her pussy walls.
    “Yes. With Jacob… We didn’t know what it meant and…”
    Helcyon didn’t hear the rest of the words. Cassandra’s eyes glowed, and he began to rock his hips, thrusting his cock against her again. He had to have her again. He had to come.
    Her low moans stripped away the veneer of the lesson, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. He slid an arm under one of her legs and pushed it higher, increasing his access, and every stroke sent her crying out as he worked a thumb between them and caressed that swollen clit until her body thrashed madly, her fists pounding into the bed even as he drove himself deeper.
    “Look at me,” he ordered her, and her gaze jerked open, the wild fire of those hot, smoldering eyes striking sparks in his soul. “Take me, Cassandra.