The Secrets of Their Souls by Brooke Sivendra Page B

moment. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”
    She nodded her head. “I want this.”
    Jayce fought to keep some level of calm, not wanting to rush things—he wanted to enjoy every moment with her. Kneeling beside the bed, he pushed her dress up to her waist, dragging his nails on her skin just hard enough to leave faint lines. She shuddered as his lips kissed her inner thighs, working up to her panties. She rested on her elbows, watching him and he looked into her eyes when he put his hot mouth over the lace, licking and teasing her. Zahra shuddered again and rocked into him.
    Jayce pushed two fingers inside her. “Fuck me,” he swore. She was dripping wet. He ripped off her panties, burying his face in her and stroked her clit with his tongue while his fingers slipped in and out in a tantric rhythm.
    “Jayce.” Her voice was breathy and sultry, and he knew he had her on the edge. He groaned in response and flicked his tongue, sending her into a spiraling orgasm. Zahra screamed and he held her tight while she spasmed against his mouth.
    “You taste fucking amazing,” Jayce said, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Zahra reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it, ripping a few buttons off in the process. Jayce was impossibly hard and as soon as she had his pants off, he slid into her, groaning with pure desire. “Are you okay?” he asked, barely able to get the words out, his mind distracted by her tight, steaming hot pussy.
    “Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes. He sucked on her earlobe and pinched her nipple as he rocked in and out, ravenous for her. Jayce could feel his own orgasm building, but he wasn’t done, he hadn’t had enough of her yet. He pulled out and sat back on his knees, flipping her over and lifting her ass into the air. His hand spanked her twice and her body quavered in response. He kept one hand on her lower back as he entered her and, with the other, pulled on what was left of her ponytail, arching her back. Their bodies, coated in a thin layer of sweat, slid and rocked together like they had been made for each other. Zahra clenched around his cock and he couldn’t hold off any longer. “Fuck!” Jayce pulled out and let the thick liquid squirt over her ass.
    For a few seconds, neither spoke nor moved.
    “That… I don’t even have words…” There were no words. Zahra had just blown his mind. Jayce placed a soft kiss on her ass, on the only spot not covered in his cum, and then went to the bathroom for a towel. He grabbed the first one he saw and when he walked back toward her, she smiled over her shoulder at him. Jayce quickly cleaned up her ass and then pulled her into bed.
    His mind was in a state of pure bliss and he was content just to hold her. He ran his fingers up and down her back and she kissed his chest. He couldn’t remember ever feeling such a level of peace. Jayce wasn’t sure how long had passed but when he looked down, his angel was asleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT – JAYCE
    “I want some information.”
    Jayce was startled from his sleep. “What?” He looked around, disoriented, until he remembered he was sleeping in Zahra’s bed. The bedroom was dark but lit enough by the hallway lights that he could see her face. Her eyes were closed, but she was talking.
    “No… you don’t make the rules.”
    Her forehead wrinkled and then relaxed. What is she dreaming about? Jayce watched her, fascinated.
    “Raven, you can call me Raven.”
    The room spun and Jayce stopped breathing. Raven . He looked at her again, his body trembling like a drug addict in withdrawal. No, it can’t be, Jayce thought. It’s not possible.
    “If you don’t talk, I will cut your tongue so that you can’t talk. Where is he? Where is Dryas?”
    The words kept spewing out of her mouth and Jayce stumbled out of bed, holding his chest, gasping for air. He backed up against the wall and steadied himself—he was going to have a panic attack. “Jesus Christ,” Jayce cursed, covering his mouth