Chapter 4 The Price #2
The dark tendrils of his magic tightened around her, rubbing all over her but focused most intensely between her legs. She wailed as her climax surged again.
He leaned over her back, his lips an inch from her ear. “How long do you think you can come before you pass out?” His amusement with her state was obvious in his tone as he licked the shell of her ear. “Let’s find out.”
The answer was that she had no idea, because time lost all meaning as pleasure wracked her body over and over. When she collapsed into the bed, she couldn’t even beg him to stop because she had lost her voice from crying out ages ago.
He murmured the dirty things he had planned for her into her ear when she faltered. Of everything he listed, the one that shook her to her core was, “I’m going to fuck you after you’ve blacked out.”
The idea of being helpless and bred, exactly like in her darkest fantasies, made her desire spiral tighter, even exhausted as she was. She squirmed weakly under him.
“You’re going to wake up sloppy and know exactly what I did.”
His dirty chuckle followed her into the abyss of her unconsciousness.
Talon eased the thick metal plug out of the witch’s very fine ass with a slurp that brought a grin to his face. He woke her briefly so she could use the toilet, chuckling when she emptied her bladder on command while still mostly senseless and drifted right back to sleep sitting up.
He spent several minutes cleaning her off in his bathroom while she was unconscious, holding her against him with one arm curled around her. Normally, he wasn’t much for aftercare, but for some reason, this witch brought out every one of the tender feelings he’d sworn he never had.
She was limp and luscious in his arms when he carried her back to his bed.
He took the time to braid her hair the way she generally wore it because it had come undone when she was writhing under him.
Gods, she’d been a sight, her delectable body wracked with unending lust. He could watch that pornographic show on replay for hours, memorizing every twitch and moan.
His cock hardened at the thought. He’d have to get some cameras in here so he could make that dream a reality. Maybe he’d even make her watch some of it back while he played with her. He had a feeling she’d like that.
Stopping with her in his arms, he surprised himself with the realization that he was considering keeping her. When had that happened?
He put her in the middle of the bed and settled next to her.
With a gentle brush of his fingertips, he touched the delicate curve of her cheek.
She’d shocked him by accepting the depths of his depravity so easily.
There’d been no hint of fear in her no matter what he did to her, just bottomless desire.
One of the reasons he’d started his one-night-stands-only rule was because he was tired of constantly feeling the judgement of his partners when he let his darker side out to play. But she’d met every perverted turn of his libido with quiet submission that made him rock-hard.
Then she’d absolutely floored him by offering up the most intimate of her fantasies in a series of images so scorching they had almost set him aflame.
She craved the idea of being taken by a shadowy figure in her sleep, brought awake already at the edge of orgasm with no idea how she’d gotten there.
He wasn’t truly telepathic, but he could read the sexual fantasies of his partners when they were aroused and craved fulfillment of them.
That was another reason he usually kept his relationships to a one-night span, because the majority of people he fucked had the most painfully boring fantasies he had no interest in indulging. But she was different.
Talon explored her body while she slept, trying to determine what it would take to wake her.
She was a gratifyingly deep sleeper. He nuzzled and kissed the petal-soft skin of her tits.
When he suckled her nipples with gentle pressure, she sighed in her sleep, but didn’t wake.
He worked her nipples until they were plump and red from his attention.
Her succulent thighs spread for him when he stroked her clit with a light touch.
He inserted one careful finger into her cunt, then two, and finally three, marveling at the way she became slick and engorged as her arousal grew, even in her sleep.
Small sounds of pleasure rose from her lips, but she still didn’t wake.
He'd been aching all night for a taste of her, but he’d held himself at bay because it had been important that she not see how desperate he was for her. That would ruin everything.
Even now, his mouth watered at the idea of burying his face in her and not coming up for air until he was sated. He withdrew and licked his fingers. Gods, she tasted like roses, tart and sweet enough to drive him wild.
Unable to hold back another second, he dropped his head and teased his tongue along her seam.
She opened for him, like a perfect fucking flower—it pissed him off and made him weak in the same instant.
He tortured himself with a slow lick from her entrance to her clit, his heart thumping in his chest. In all his long life, he’d never tasted anything like her.
He sucked her clit between his lips and gave a gentle tug. Her whole body quaked. Despite wanting to dive in and sample every fold and crevice, he experimented patiently with varying pressure applied to different areas of her delicious cunt.
Entranced, he watched her abundant tits rise and fall with her panting breaths. When her thighs tensed a while later, he pulled back. It wouldn’t do to wake her before he was inside her. That wasn’t what she craved.
He rose over her, spreading her thighs and sliding a condom over his length before pushing his way into her welcoming heat. She sighed as he entered her, her hips rising to meet him. Every inch of her was hot and slick and fucking perfect.
He thrust into her slowly so he wouldn’t jolt her awake, making sure to tease over her g-spot until she tightened around him.
Then he gripped her throat and increased his pace, ramming his entire length into her.
Her eyes flew open on the third hard stroke, a moan escaping her fuckable lips.
He cut off the sound by curling his fingers.
A single instant of fear shot through her, and then her desire bloomed around him.
She came undone after a handful more deep thrusts.
He released his grip on her throat and covered her mouth to stifle her sounds of pleasure, not because anyone would hear her, but because that, too, was part of her fantasy.
She cried out against his palm, her back arching to offer herself up to him. He fucked her through her extended orgasm, relishing the resistance as he plied her clenching cunt.
With a satisfied grunt, he emptied into the condom. She quivered under him as the last of the aftershocks moved through her.
Talon turned her head, his hand still over her mouth. “Go back to sleep,” he growled low into her ear.
Her eyelids drooped, and she drifted off again within seconds.
Staring down at her, Talon’s chest tightened.
He couldn’t get over the trust in him she’d just displayed.
After he stayed in place long enough that she was firmly asleep, he disengaged from her carefully and removed the condom, putting it where she would be sure to see it when she woke.
He dipped a hand between her legs and slipped his fingers inside of her as he watched her sleep, a sense of peace settling over him.