Chapter 25 Elowyn #2
A smirk slashes across his face. Duncan steals my lips with a bruising kiss. After a few minutes of having his mouth all to myself, he pulls back, swiping his tongue over wet lips.
“That’s why, before I wreck you.” When he lifts the small jar, my pulse stutters. “I’m going to take my time dressing you up in gold. You’re going to wear something fitting for a queen. My queen.”
Being tied up, helpless, at his mercy…this isn’t particularly queen-like. I should feel nothing but degradation. Like I’m being reduced.
I don’t.
I could never, not with an adoring man like Duncan.
He dips his fingers into the jar, the tension in his body centering in his jaw, his hands, every precise motion.
“This is oil.” His voice is strained as he lathers it on my breast. The thick liquid is warm, and yet I shiver at his touch, whimpering when he swirls his fingers around the hardened nipple.
“This isn’t how I’d normally handle a surface.
Meaning the leaves won’t cling for long.
But your skin isn’t something I’d ever risk. ”
This man bent me over, called me names, spanked me. It was erotic and hot and different from anything I’d ever experienced.
His gentle, caring touch is just as exquisite. I’m hypersensitive everywhere, my nerve endings exposed, raw as he rubs the oil into me.
“I know,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What else do you know?” A sheet of gold materializes between his two long, elegant fingers.
“That I love you.”
“You’d better.” He lays the leaf so the delicate thing settles onto my breast. Cool at first. Then warm. “What else?”
“I…” Can’t talk. Don’t want to. My existence centers around this leaf. Around Duncan’s fingertips, pressing it to my skin, making sure it won’t fall off when he lets go. “Please.”
Dark eyes hold my gaze captive. “What else?”
I draw in a breath and make myself say it. “I know you love me too.”
“And…” He isn’t being condescending. Something about his tone is as thick as the oil he sweeps over my other breast. “Love, is that all there is between us?”
“What else?” I plead. “I can’t—so hard to think. Please.”
“Because you beg so prettily, I’ll tell you.” He grabs another gold leaf. “My heart’s always been yours, you know that. But the rest of my body, you own it just as fucking much.”
My pussy clenches when Duncan’s lips trail along my jaw.
“My cock, Elowyn.” The growly whisper rumbles through my body. I feel it everywhere. “It needs inside you all the goddamn time.”
A strangled, desperate sound tumbles out of me. Duncan’s nostrils flare, his fingers less gentle as he presses the leaf to my other breast.
“There were times.” His eyes zero in on the gold leaf as it clings to my skin.
“The throbbing would be maddening. So much that I fucked my fist, thinking of you naked. Belted. Choking on my cock. I’d come with your name on my lips.
Make a mess of my hand, only to be hard all over again a second later. Did you know that?”
Flames lick at my cheeks, my neck. I’m burning up from his confession.
From remembering how so many nights I’d done the same, made myself come with him in mind.
Deep breath. “I do now.”
“Even with you right here, I can’t get enough.” Like he can’t keep his hands off me, he drags the leaf over my breast, his thumb catching my nipple, sending me spiraling. “It takes everything I have not to jerk off after you fall asleep. I do it anyway. Want to know why?”
“Y-yes.”
“I’m saving every fucking drop for you.”
While his fingers swirl through the oil jar, he leans into my ear. Not a part of him touches me, yet I’m lit up from the inside.
“For your mouth.”
His warm hand is on me again, and I gasp. The oil, he rubs it over my pubic bone. Fingers facing down, he teases my pussy, pretending he’s going to touch me there and doesn’t.
“For your ass.” He pulls away, gaze turning predatory. Drenched in need. “But most of all, I’m saving my cum for your womb. Need to fill you up with my babies.”
My head falls back, my eyes squinting against the onslaught of lust.
He snaps his oily fingers on my chin, yanking my head down. “Eyes. On. Me.”
Obeying, I snap them open.
His darken. “That’s a good girl.”
For my submission, I’m rewarded not only with his praise, but with his tongue tracing the seam of my bottom lip. With a kiss that leaves both of us equally breathless and me even more desperate for release than I’ve ever been.
Too soon, he breaks the kiss, smirking when I huff and pout at him.
“Patience.” He snatches another gold sheet, a movement I catch in the corner of my eye.
As curious as I am, I keep my gaze exactly where he wants it, fixed on him.
He places the leaf slower than before, rubbing the thin sheet against my skin. “That’s not all, though.”
“What?”
My muscles, each and every one of them, tighten.
“I live, breathe, and dream about your pleasure. Your orgasms. Your more and please.”
He drives the point home by hurling the jar against the nearest wall. Except the crashing sound isn’t as loud as it should be. It’s muted, as is everything else.
Nothing exists but Duncan’s face. The sound of his belt. Of his zipper lowering.
“Perfect,” he grits out after taking a step back. It’s vile, the way he jerks himself while looking at my naked body. At the gold leaves that adorn the most secret parts of me. “I’m going to enjoy wrecking my queen.”
I blink once, a silent Take me.
His jaw flexes one moment. The next, three fingers spear into me, and I scream.
He bites into my bottom lip, growling as I scream louder, then licking away the pain. Swiping his tongue against mine.
“Going to make you feel so good.” With his other hand around my throat, Duncan pulls his fingers out, lining his cock up to my entrance.
The head pulses against my slick walls, and the words he wants to hear, please and more, spill out of my mouth.
He quirks an eyebrow, breathing hard. “What did you say?”
My pussy clenches at Duncan’s cruel teasing. “I said more. And please.”
“Please what?” Why is he torturing me? Himself? “You want something, Elowyn?”
My chin quivers. “You.”
“Not good enough. Tell me what you need.” Duncan tilts his hips and sinks in another thick, throbbing inch.
“You said you trusted me, so let me prove it. There’s nothing I won’t do, buy, or build for you.
Hell, you want me to kill someone? For any goddamn reason?
” His mouth curves into a wicked smirk. “I will. In a fucking heartbeat.”
“No killing people. You.” My thighs squeeze, my sex aching to get more of him. “You.”
“And?” This evil man will be the end of me. “I already know you have a dirty mouth, Elowyn. Let me hear it.”
“Your cock.” Our lips brush as I say it. My need swells at the sound of the words on my tongue. “I want your cock, Duncan. I want you to fuck me. Do it. Fuck. Me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans as he sinks into me. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust to his size, to the sting, just holds my throat as leverage and rams into me. “So hot. So good. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth later tonight. After I’m done”—thrust, moan—“pumping this pussy full of seed.”
The gold leaves peel from my skin, loosened by sweat and the brush of Duncan’s shirt as it grazes me. I don’t lament their loss. Not for a second.
Duncan is here, with me, kissing me like his life depends on it. Fucking an orgasm out of me.
“Keep doing that.” He breaks our kiss to press our foreheads together. His eyes are the darkest they’ve been, painted black with desire. “Milk me. Just like that. Fuck, you’re driving me insane.”
“Really?” The word is a gasp. A moan.
“You’re ruining me.” Every thrust hits deeper. But he isn’t just fucking me. He’s staking his claim on his woman. “You’re tearing me apart, little moon. I love it. I love you. I’ll live for you. I’ll burn for you. I’ll worship you until the day I die, you hear?”
“I’ll die for you too,” I promise, my voice hoarse, thick from the last orgasm as it tears through me. “I will.”
“Never.” The frame rattles beneath the brutal rhythm of his hips as they slam into me. “You’re not going to die for me or for anyone else. What you are going to do, though, is take my cum.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to fill up this pussy.” His cock thickens as his release nears. It hurts in the best possible way. “And. You’ll. Have. My. Babies.”
Duncan grabs my ass as he comes, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
As he spills himself into me, I don’t feel like a queen anymore.
I feel whole.
That’s better than any crown. Any title.
Any fucking thing.
I’m finally home.