Chapter 9 #3
I hated how much I needed this—needed him.
Fuck, I needed to break. I wanted to. And with that revelation, the last of my defenses dissipated.
“I’m yours! I’m fucking yours, Ace! Please!” Opening my eyes, I felt the sting of unshed tears settling in them. Let him look into my glistening sapphires and try denying me now.
Even with me screaming my admission that I belonged to him, he still pulled back.
It was at that moment that I was convinced it would be possible to die from pent-up sexual frustration.
While my nails clawed at the wall behind me, my other hand spasmed in his short dark locks, trying to urge his mouth to finish what it started.
Ace showed no sign of rushing to continue. Instead, he seemed to savor this moment, purring out words of praise.
“Such a good girl. That’s step one. You’ll become my little sex goddess yet.
Always begging me to make you come. Always aching for my touch.
Always taking what I give you like my own greedy fucktoy.
” His lips dragged over the inside of my thigh, his teeth giving a firm bite to the sensitive flesh, leaving a matching mark to the first bite he’d made.
This one struck deeper, painful but a promise of whatever reckoning was to come.
“Look at me, Little Spade,” he demanded. “I want to see the look in those gorgeous blue mirages of yours when you realize you’ve never had an orgasm like the one I’m about to give you.” His hands grabbed my hips, steadying me for what promised to be the wildest ride of my life.
Obeying, I looked into the eyes of a demon who intended to make good on every promise he had made me with his tongue.
Not breaking eye contact, he dove right back in towards my aching pussy. His tongue violently assaulted my clit with the occasional scrape of his teeth against me.
He was right—he hadn’t been trying before.
I lost all pretense of control over my body.
Strangled moans mixed with sobs of an experience that left me unable to give a shit of who might hear me outside this alley.
Let all of them fucking hear. I was a slave to the euphoria threatening to pull me under.
No matter how tightly I pulled on his hair, I still felt like I was slipping away from anything defined as sanity.
“Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t—Don’t stop!” There wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t feel like it was being drawn back like a bowstring pulled taut, ready to either snap or launch me into oblivion.
Ace’s fingers dug viciously into my hips, and I couldn’t give a fuck if he left bruises or not. A part of me hoped he did, because it would be evidence that I wasn’t the only one fighting for control.
I struggled to keep our gazes locked on one another throughout all of it. My eyes kept rolling into the back of my head, unable to keep up with the unforgiving way he consumed me.
I was choking on air, body shaking under the onslaught, but it was that goddamn snarl that did me in. The sound penetrated me and finally tipped me over the edge of sweet release.
My body seized up, and my climax exploded through each fiber of my being.
I screamed as my cum leaked from my pussy, being lapped up eagerly by the demon between my thighs.
The orgasm claimed my body in a way that I had never imagined, seemingly tearing me from this reality and leaving me floating in another.
Panting heavily, choking on every intake of air, my eyes could barely focus. All that tightly coiled desire melted into sated relief, sapping me of any strength that I may have had.
He continued working me through the aftershocks, slowing his actions to draw out every shudder and whimper from me. Instead of aggressive movements like those used to build me up, he eased me down into the aftermath of something far more blissful.
The pounding of my heart in my chest may have confirmed I hadn’t died, but the state of the rest of me left me questioning if I had been sent to the afterlife, floating along the River Styx.
Somewhere in the back of my awareness, I registered the brush of something along my inner thigh.
Ace’s palm pressed against the same area where his teeth had found purchase.
The warmth against my skin grew hotter until it bordered on searing if it had not been for the lingering high of ecstasy muting the feeling.
I should have given a fuck about what he was doing. But I didn’t—couldn’t. Not when everything buzzed pleasantly in places I didn’t even know existed.
It took several slow blinks to refocus my hazy vision. When it cleared, I glanced down at my leg right as Ace removed his hand and that damn playing card he always seemed to carry.
Left behind upon the fair skin of my thigh was the outline of a black spade surrounded by flames, and in its center was a capital ‘A.’
“Now no one can question that you belong to me,” Ace said before he gently laid a reverent kiss on top of the brand he had just fused into my skin.
“Always your Knight and always my Little Spade,” he declared proudly.