Part 17 (2/2)

Mayson followed the motion of her tongue from one corner of her mouth to the other. She had such kissable lips. Mayson wanted to kiss her. Again. Would Paige recognize the pressure this time? She'd been such an idiot to kiss her at the beach. It'd been too quick. Especially when she was such a key player in this s.e.xual game.

When Paige took in a shallow breath, Mayson ducked and ran her tongue along the same path, inhaling Paige's moan, closing her eyes against the intensity the sound created.

Paige had powers that awakened the comatose parts of Mayson. She brought Mayson to life with a simple sigh, dragged her emotions out of hiding with a soft whimper.

Heat crawled through her veins as she pressed Paige into the mirror. She wove her fingers into Paige's, lifted her arms above her head, and pinned them against the gla.s.s as well. She ducked to Paige's neck and sucked at her flesh.

Paige circled her hips as the intense fire lurched between her thighs. That thing, that vortex of sleeping emotions, that quickening in her gut, was awakening once again. It had been so long since she'd felt it, and she ground against Vinden in a desperate attempt to hold on to it.

Vinden's grip tightened around her fingers and she pushed into Paige. She was strong. Paige could feel the strength through every surge of those hips, the power in every thrust. And she smelled so good. Musk teased her senses as Vinden slicked her tongue into the hollow of her throat. That sensitive spot that made her knees weaken.

As if the spot was connected, Paige surged against Vinden. Her insides clenched and the heat stung as Vinden moved to the other side of Paige's neck. She wanted Vinden inside her, touching and teasing and f.u.c.king her. She wanted Vinden pus.h.i.+ng to the depths, to the core of her. She wanted to be awoken to the fullest.

When Vinden released one of her hands, Paige instinctively let it drop to her head. She fisted her fingers into thick hair while Vinden's lips kissed a fiery path into her cleavage.

Something, a sudden sensation, sprang into her mind. Mayson. Their kiss on the beach. Their cold, salty kiss.

She wanted Vinden to kiss her like that. With just as much fury.

Vinden tugged down one side of her nightgown, releasing her breast to the cool air.

More! Paige arched toward her, anxiously waiting for lips to wrap around her nipple.

Instead, Vinden flicked her tongue over the extreme tip.

Paige's hips jerked forward. ”Please. Vinden.”

Vinden placed a hot kiss beside her nipple. ”Put yourself in my mouth, Fedora.”

Instinctively, Paige tightened her grip in Vinden's hair and thrust her nipple against those lips.

Vinden kissed the tip, flicked her tongue once, twice, three times, and then pulled the hardened creation into her mouth.

The fire between Paige's thighs reached unbearable temperatures. She hissed. Fire whipped along her nerves, and she cried out as the heat cradled between her thighs. She was going to combust. Positive she was going to erupt into flames before Vinden finished her. Dear G.o.d, this was incredible.

Over and over, Vinden flicked and sucked, pulled and teased, driving Paige insane with desperate need.

Vinden withdrew long enough for Paige to miss her, long enough for Paige to arch toward her mouth again, and then teeth clamped down around her nipple.

Paige gasped as the inferno descended between her thighs, torturing her in blissful fire. ”Oh, f.u.c.k!” She bucked against Vinden.

With a trail of hot kisses, Vinden moved to the other side and pulled the spaghetti strap down with her teeth. She released Paige's hand just before her mouth clamped down over her other nipple.

Paige bit her bottom lip. She was going to scream. Loud. Or cry. The heat was too much. Too hot. Too torturous. Dear G.o.d, this woman was working her nerves into a flare of blinding light.

While that mouth sparked electricity through her nipple, Vinden slid her hands down Paige's rib cage. Farther still, around to her back where the span of her fingers seemed to swallow every inch of Paige's spine, then down to her a.s.s. She gave a gentle squeeze, molding her cheeks with the palms of her hands.

Then she gently spread Paige, ma.s.saging, spreading again, until Paige growled in heated pleasure, eager for fingers to fill her from behind.

Vinden eased her tongue and mouth against her nipple and then pushed her hand between Paige's legs. Paige arched backward, desperate for the awakening.

She rose on the tips of her toes and pushed backward.

Vinden pushed inside her and groaned out a whisper around Paige's nipple. ”So wet.”

Paige clutched her fingers into Vinden's hair. ”I can't take any more. Please. Finish me!”

As if her pleas snapped Vinden into motion, she withdrew and dropped to her knees. She pushed Paige's legs apart and feathered light kisses between her thighs, working her way up until she reached the alcove.

Paige dug her nails into Vinden's scalp and urged her forward, begging with her motions to be taken. She wanted this woman back inside her. Sucking her. f.u.c.king her. Anything. Something!

Vinden thumbed her lips apart, and with those strong hands, pushed her tight against the gla.s.s. She held Paige that way, trapped in her grasp, unable to move as much as a wiggle.

One flick. Another. Swirling her tongue over Paige's hardened c.l.i.t. Over and over, she teased, tortured, until finally, she sucked Paige into her mouth.

Paige whipped her head back, overtaken with sensations. Electric heat whipped down her legs and she attempted to pump her hips over Vinden's mouth.

Vinden was too strong, and Paige was trapped. It was so erotic, like being bound without being bound. She dug her nails through Vinden's hair, holding her in place, begging with her locked grip to continue until Paige came. How badly she needed this relief. How badly she needed this woman, this night, this minute. If only she knew how long Paige had searched for this incredible sensation.

Her o.r.g.a.s.m scrambled to the razor-sharp edge, threatening, promising relief. ”Oh G.o.d. Don't stop! Vinden, please don't stop.”

Mayson screwed her eyes shut against the sound of Paige begging, her sharp intake of breaths, and those moans. It was too much and the heat was torturous between her thighs.

”I'm coming!” Paige screamed. The sound echoed around the room like a majestic rumble. Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed against Mayson's lips.

Mayson drank from her, driving her tongue into her depths, then flicking and sucking, until Paige's body sagged and her hands fell limp. She rose and kissed the slick skin of her neck, down her throat, and around to the other side.

She couldn't get enough of her. Her sounds. Her tastes.

Paige responded with a soft sigh and then she folded her hand against Mayson's cheek and lifted her head.

Mayson pushed a kiss into Paige's palm while her heart squeezed in her chest. She wasn't supposed to feel anything but heat, anything other than slick need. But she did. That connection. That link. It was there, slithering along her senses, warning her of its presence.

She feathered a kiss against Paige's lips for several seconds, feeling their softness, and then she parted them with the tip of her tongue and snaked inside.

Paige groaned as their tongues tangled and Mayson kissed her harder, molding the cheeks of her a.s.s into her hands again. Her arms draped around Mayson's neck and she ground in desperate circles.

Mayson was afraid of the emotions overtaking her, of the incredible want, the aching need, and the pounding in her chest. She wasn't supposed to feel this. Wasn't supposed to feel anything other than the liquid heat of pa.s.sion.

Shocked at the realization that their connection trailed back as far as grade school, that it connected again so many years later, Mayson pulled out of the kiss and spun Paige around to face the mirror. Paige was the one. Somehow, someway, their fate had never been too far off course. They'd never, ever been too far away from each other.

For the first time in her life, Mayson felt love. Pure, genuine love. The thought brought tears to her eyes. She'd known l.u.s.t. Maybe longing. But never this. It was incredible, and she wanted to hold on to it like a life preserver.

However, Paige wasn't looking for love. She'd said as much. Proved as much. How would she react to knowing her mystery was a reality she didn't trust? She didn't trust Mayson. Didn't trust that not everyone was out to hurt her, to leave her.

Mayson forked her fingers through Paige's and lifted her hands to the gla.s.s. She flattened them against the surface and whispered, ”I'm not done with you, Fedora.”

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