Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Just like he did the first time we made out.
I love knowing my ice elemental is this helplessly attracted to me. At least I know it’s mutual as I grind against him again, relishing his soft groan.
Reaching up to tease my tits, I enjoy the way his attention drops to them and his breathing gets choppy. I rock forward again, and that heady drag of his cock against me sends more exhilarating tingles up my spine as my lips part.
“Gods,” he breathes.
“Goddess,” I correct, grinning.
Everett groans. “Yes.
My goddess. Give me what I need. Hurt me.”
Wanting to see him lose control again, I rake my nails lightly down his chest, just enough to give that tease of pain he wants more of.
Everett swears viciously—and suddenly, I’m beneath him. His gorgeous, scarred body presses me into the mattress, his swollen cock sliding through my slick entrance to tease it over and over as he whispers in my ear, voice rough with restraint.
“My pleasure. My pain. Whatever shattered pieces are left of me, they’re all yours.
I’m yours.
“
Gods, yes.
Grinding against his hard cock, I swear at how good it feels. “All mine. Fuck me, Everett. I need you. I need?—“
He lines himself up and thrusts into me so roughly that my voice cuts out. My head falls back, and before I can think better of it, the fucking amazing feeling of being stretched and filled like this makes me drag my fingernails down his back—and with another broken swear, Everett pulls out before slamming into me again.
“Yes,” I gasp, my legs wrapping around his hips. It’s been six months since I’ve been fucked, and apparently, my body needs a second to adjust.
Everett’s glacial eyes devour me like I’m a feast he’s been starved of as he waits for me. When I squirm against him restlessly, needing more, he thrusts again—hard.
Fuck, it just feels so amazing.
Everett groans again, but it’s sharp this time as it turns into a chant. “Gentle. Gentle. Be gentle.”
“Me? Gentle? Now? Impossible,” I laugh breathlessly, kissing his jaw.
He presses his forehead to mine, panting. “I was talking to myself.”
He’s trying to be gentle with me? Fuck that.
Lifting my head, I trap his lower lip between my teeth, biting it far harder than I did earlier while I clench around his cock, desperate for more.
That does it. My beautiful, scarred elemental rewards me with another punishing thrust, followed by another and another, his hips slamming against mine. The slap of skin against skin echoes through his cold room as pleasure careens through my system. My pulse pounds as I moan.
“Godsdamn it,” Everett groans, pumping harder into me. “Gods fucking damn it, you feel too fucking good. So warm and wet. Your perfect pussy is strangling me.
Fuck.”
When I tighten myself around him again, he loses another inch of control. He fucks me with abandon, moaning and swearing so fucking deliciously. I’m vaguely aware of frost covering the sheets below us. It’s on my skin, too, an extra bite to add to the rest of the buildup coursing through my body.
But when my legs start to shake, I forget all about the frost and clutch my elemental even closer.
“More,” I whisper, enjoying every one of his uncontrolled, savage drives into me. “Fuck, I need more.
Gods, Everett, please just?—“
He bites my neck really fucking hard.
I jolt as the extra dose of violent, possessive stimulation sends a shockwave straight to my lower stomach, and just like that, I’m coming hard and fast. Everett feels my pussy flexing around him and his rhythm stutters, turning wild. Desperate.
The room dips several degrees as he fucks me hard, wringing every last ounce out of my lingering orgasm until finally, he shatters.
With a hoarse cry, he buries himself deep, and everything around us is suddenly bathed in ice. In a split second, frozen crystals have formed across his headboard, the sheets, all over the ceiling, across his shoulders, and down my thighs.
The shock of the cold makes me lose my breath, but I’m safe. The burning starts up in my chest again. I try to catch my breath, my head spinning as Everett collapses against me.
Breathless. Spent. Shaking.
I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of seeing him come undone. It’s fucking beautiful.
“Shit,” he slowly starts to realize, lifing his head when he sees the ice everywhere. “I lost control.”
I grin, softly stroking his back where I clawed it earlier to soothe the sting.
“I noticed. I loved it.”
He briefly focuses on the ice around us until it all melts, dissolving into harmless, cool water before he rolls off of me. But although my pulse is thrumming and the pleasant tingling hasn’t gone away, I feel the tiniest twinge of disappointment because…my chest doesn’t sting.
Meaning, Everett’s emblem isn’t there.
I have no clue how to use my holy magic or what’s keeping me from bonding with?—
Oh.
Of course.
Quintets are bound to hearts, and as far as I know, I don’t have a heart to bind my quintet to at the moment. Not even a shadow heart like they were bound to last time, since that disappeared when my revenant purpose was fulfilled.
I have no fucking idea how I’m even alive without a heart, but the how isn’t what matters. What matters is breaking my quintet’s curses again, because the absence of our bonds is really starting to grate on my nerves.
I need that connection to him. To all of them.
So I’ll get a fucking heart, somehow. Right after I get them back.
I glance over to see that Everett is gazing at me adoringly. The chillingly possessive undertone in his arctic eyes makes me smile. He pulls me against his side, moving and adjusting the blankets until he can tuck the dry sheets around me to ward off the chill in the room.
“Gods, I’ve missed your warmth,” he whispers against my shoulder.
“I’ve missed you,” I murmur back, still coming down from fucking amazing sex.
Everett’s arms tighten around me. When he takes a bracing breath, I know exactly what he’s about to ask.
“Maven. How is it possible that you’re back? Where the hell were you for the last six months?”
I haven’t considered the best way to break the news about my identity. Should I hold off telling him until I can explain to my entire quintet at once? What if he’s like Kenzie and isn’t sure how to react to me at first?
“You know it kills me when you don’t tell me things,” Everett reminds me quietly. “You once said you’d be better about it. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ve gotten more patient.”
Is he threatening me? I grin, twisting in his arms to examine his face.
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