Chapter 42 #2
He growls, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then biting it gently, his extended canines scraping at the skin. “Your pussy is perfect.”
I moan softly, flushed with heat, feeling utterly exposed and slightly terrified of how high up I am right now. Korithax is seven freaking feet tall, and he has me in the air against a wall. If he drops me, that’s going to hurt. Bad.
He pulls me out of my thoughts as he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit, sucking gently, then harder, his mouth moving like he’s starving for me.
Remembering his words from the throne room, I look down at his face buried between my thighs and smirk.
“Husband,” I breathe, and he groans against me like the word itself drives him insane. His grip tightens, and he pushes his face deeper between my legs, tongue plunging inside me before circling back to my clit, relentlessly.
My thighs shake as I fist my hands into his hair, one slipping slightly, my fingers grazing one of his curved horns.
He shivers violently, his wings snapping out behind him and destroying his shirt. I gasp, and he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are entirely black, a crazed expression across his face.
“Hold them,” he growls. “Hold my fucking horns whilst I feast on your sweet little cunt.”
I nod, dazed and desperate, curling my fingers around the smooth, deadly curve of his horns. The instant I do, a sound erupts from his throat—somewhere between a roar and a groan—and he dives back between my legs.
I grind against his face, trembling as my climax builds fast and hot.
His tongue slides deep, curling just right, and I come undone.
I shatter with a cry, my body convulsing as my vision flickers.
But he doesn’t stop. His tongue moves slower, drawing every ounce of pleasure from my over-sensitive clit as he drags out my orgasm.
I whimper, twitching from the intensity.
It’s too much, yet I never want it to stop.
Finally, he unhooks my legs and slides me down his body, keeping a firm grip to hold me upright. Thank gods because I’m pretty sure my legs would give out if he even attempted to put me down.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he murmurs, licking his lower lip.
Still trembling, I lift my mouth to his and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and decide I’m going to push my luck with the devil in front of me. I softly bite down, pulling at his lip before releasing it.
“Is my little flower trying to be a bad girl?” He asks, raising a brow.
I nod, chewing on my lower lip. He tilts his head, his eyes lowering to my mouth before coming back up to stare into my eyes.
“Words, Daisy.”
“In the shower, you said that he hadn’t taken away my first time having filthy sex,” I mumble, trying to hide my nerves.
“Mhmm,” is his only response, his eyes gleaming with a predatory gaze.
“I want you to…” I clear my throat, trying to sound confident in myself despite feeling anything but confident. “I, erm.”
“You want to be fucked like a filthy little slut, little flower?”
I nod, a blush creeping over my cheeks.
“Words,” he growls, gripping my jaw.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He searches my eyes, almost like he’s looking to see if I know what I’m asking for.
“I know you’ve been holding back. I want you to fuck me how you like to fuck, Korithax.”
I swallow hard, but I mean every word. Despite my inexperience, I found the rougher he was with me, the more my body responded. The more I enjoyed it. I wanted to see how far my body could go as a mortal before I was changed forever, and I wanted it now. With him.
He studies me for a long beat, then nods. “Hard limits?”
I blink in confusion. “What?”
“Things I can’t do to you. Things you won’t allow. Any?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
He smirks darkly. “Safe word?”
I blink again.
“A word that makes me stop. One word, and everything ends immediately.”
I nod. “Okay. What is it?”
“Flower,” he grins.
I smile nervously. “Got it. Flower.”
He walks over to the bed with me in his arms, placing me down on the edge of it.
“Good. Now lie down in the middle of the bed, princess. I’ll be back.”
I do as he says, staring at the too-bright white ceiling, nerves and anticipation dancing through me.
What the hell have I done? Who the hell did I think I was asking the freaking Heir of Hell to ‘fuck me like a filthy little slut’?
Gods help me. It hurts when he’s not in full demon mode.
I’m not entirely sure I’m going to be walking out of here with my body fully intact.
Maybe Elyistria will be able to fix me with her magic.
I hear the sound of him walking back into the room, and when my eyes land on him, my breath hitches. He’s holding a rope, a black tasselled whip… and a vial of healing tonic. Well, at least he’s considerate.
“Just remember. Flower.” He murmurs before moving to the side of the bed next to my head.
He binds my wrists above my head, securing them to the golden headboard.
I watch him as he stands straight, finished with tying me down.
Sweet Jesus, he’s pure muscle and menace—tattoos swirling, horns gleaming, and his jaw flexing as he strokes himself through his pants.
My bra slowly burns away, revealing my bare chest and extremely peaked nipples.
I blush, entirely exposed under his hungry gaze.
He moves to the end of the bed and slowly licks his bottom lip.
“Knees up. Now spread those pretty thighs for me, Daisy.”
I obey, moving a little slower than necessary just to keep a tiny grip on what little control I had left of the situation.
“Good girl,” he growls.
The praise hits me like lightning. Yep… I have a praise kink.
He picks up the whip, teasing my breasts with the tassels. Then he flicks it. The sting makes me gasp, heat pooling between my legs instantaneously. He does it again, harder, making my hips jerk, a small breathy moan leaving my lips.
“So, my little flower likes pain?” He smirks, the look in his eyes making a shiver run down my spine.
I don’t answer, and he cocks an eyebrow, dragging the whip lower. The corner of his mouth lifting slightly is all the indication I have that he’s about to do something before he strikes between my legs. I yelp, slamming my thighs closed.
“Open your legs, Daisy.”
I take a shaky breath, obeying his demand. He strikes again, just brushing my clit. I keep my thighs open despite the urge to slam them shut again.
“You’re learning,” he chuckles.
Sadistic bastard.
He tosses the whip aside and crawls onto the bed, trailing kisses over every red mark he’s left on my body.
He groans as he reaches my breasts, softly teasing them with flicks of his tongue, electricity shooting down my body, straight between my thighs, with every lick.
He unsheathes a dagger from his trousers, softly trailing the blade up my body.
I gasp, my eyes going wide as he looks up at me with his onyx eyes fully blown.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. This isn’t for you… yet.”
He slices his palm without hesitation and watches intently as the blood wells across the open wound.
“I want to see how sexy you look covered in my blood, and not your own for a change.”
I nod and watch as he lowers his palm to my chest, smearing his blood from my throat, across my breasts, and down my stomach, stopping at my hips. He leans back, groaning deeply as he takes in the work of art he’s created.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You look fucking incredible covered in my blood.” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I’d happily let you slit my throat so I could bleed all over you.”
His low, husky voice makes the hair on the back of my neck stand.
He moves slightly and begins cutting the rope from my wrists.
I use the opportunity to lift my head from the pillow and kiss over his pecs, biting down on one of them.
He grabs my throat, pushing my head back into the pillow with so much force I gasp.
“Bad girl,” he growls in my face as my wrists come loose, the rope falling away. “You weren’t given permission to touch. And here I was, being nice, cutting you free from your bindings.” He tuts at me, shaking his head.
He leans in close, using the blade to move my head to the side. I feel his breath tickle my ear, and I shudder beneath him.
“Don’t touch again without permission, sweetheart. Understood?” He nips at my ear as he holds the blade firmly against my skin.
“Yes,” I whisper, the cool steel of the blade pressing against my jaw, hard enough to sting.
Korithax lowers his mouth to my throat, and without warning, bites hard with his elongated, sharp canines. I hiss, gripping the headboard with my hands so hard my fingers ache. He groans against my skin as he releases me, giving a soft lick over the bite mark.
He pushes himself up, and my eyes widen at the sight of my blood on his lower lip. “Your blood tastes just as good as your cunt.”
“What, are you a vampire now?” I ask through a breathy laugh.
“I might just become one. I could become very addicted to tasting that.” He smirks, his tongue cleaning the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He leans back on his haunches and flips the blade in his hand so the handle is facing me. “Take it.”
I take the handle in my hand and hold the knife so the blade is inches away from him.
“Cut me, Daisy.”
“What?” I ask, shaking my head softly.
“From here,” He points just below his throat, between his collarbones. “To here.” He drags his finger slowly, all the way down his muscled, tattooed body, to just above the waistband of his pants, a line of hair trailing below the fabric.
“Korithax,” I whisper, the hesitation clear in my voice.
“I like the pain, Daisy. I like blood play. If you can’t do it, use your safe word. Otherwise, fucking drag that blade down my godsdamned body.” He leans forward into the blade, the tip of it poking exactly where he pointed, just below his throat. “Now,” he growls.
I swallow hard and look up into his eyes.
If this is what he wanted, then fine. I was afraid to hurt him, but if he enjoyed the pain, then I could offer that to him, just as he did me.
I push the blade harder against his skin, a bead of blood forming.
He groans, slowly closing his eyes as his head falls back.
“Yes,” he breathes.
I slowly drag the blade down his body, and he leans into it, causing the tip to push deeper into his tanned flesh.
I watch as the blood trickles down his body, some of it splashing down onto my stomach.
I reach the edge of his waistband and let out a shaky breath, pulling the knife away from his skin.
He lowers his head to look at me, his eyes glinting, almost looking possessed.
“Fuck, that felt good. You’re doing so good, baby.”
The praise sends another searing jolt of heat straight between my thighs, and I instinctively move my hips to try and alleviate the building pressure. I needed him badly. He chuckles, running his fingers through the blood on my stomach, dragging them all the way down to between my legs.
“Gods, you’re soaked.”
I bite my lip and decide to hell with it all. If he wanted this filthy, I was going to do my very best to give it to him. I bring the blade to my mouth, keeping my eyes pinned on his as I slowly lick up the edge, coating my tongue with his blood.
He completely stills, watching with fascination as I clean every last drop from the weapon, the coppery taste of him overloading my senses.
I moan softly at his taste, my body seeming to come alive from his blood.
His chest starts rising and falling hard as he watches me, his eyes seeming to get impossibly darker.
I smirk at him, steeling myself to be as brave as possible. I can do this.
“I want to ride you, my king,” I breathe, voice sultry.
He swallows thickly, nodding slowly before flipping us so that I’m suddenly above him. I shriek with laughter, making sure the blade doesn’t hurt either of us as he positioned himself beneath me.
“Eager?” I giggle.
“For you, princess? Always.”