Chapter 26 #3
I dragged my fingers down the length of her arms, slow and soothing, as my mouth grazed the back of her neck.
I let my fangs tease her skin—barely breaking the surface, just enough to make her shudder—while my fingers found her nipples through the lace.
I rolled and tugged them until her soft whimpers broke into the air, each one like fuel poured straight into my veins.
My tongue traced a path down her spine, tasting every inch until I reached the curve of her ass.
Hooking a finger under the flimsy lace, I tore it aside, baring her completely to me.
I spread her with one hand, and with a snarl of hunger, I pressed my tongue between her cheeks, circling that tight, forbidden place.
She gasped, stiffened, but before her panic could take hold, my other hand slid forward, finding her clit. My thumb stroked her firmly, coaxing, commanding her body to surrender.
‘Tell me, Cordelia,’ I rumbled against her skin, my voice dark and possessive. ‘Has anyone ever had this hole?’
Her frantic shake of the head was all the answer I needed.
‘Good,’ I rumbled, my breath hot against her. ‘Because it belongs to me. Every inch of you belongs to me.’ I kissed her ass slowly. ‘You are mine, and I am yours, Little Red.’
As I played her clit, I teased the tight puckered hole with my tongue, circling, pressing, before slowly pushing inside; her strangled cry drove me deeper, the contractions of her body gripping and milking me.
I groaned into her, imagining the way those muscles would feel around my cock—tight, unyielding; it was mine to claim.
Coming up for air, her ragged gasps were music to my ears.
Cordelia’s thighs quivered, clenching on nothing, desperate for me to fill her—any way I chose.
‘Where’s your vibrator?’ I murmured against her ear, letting my lips graze her skin.
‘Bedside drawer,’ she panted, eyes glazed, chest heaving.
I fetched it, flicked it on, and pressed it to her soaked pussy.
The hum vibrated through her as I dragged it back and forth over her swollen folds, watching her arch and strain to grind against the sensation.
I slid it inside her slowly, in and out, in and out, stretching her around it, while my thumb circled her clit with ruthless precision.
Her whimpers broke into keens, her orgasm gathering like a storm cloud about to break.
And then—I pulled the toy free and tossed it onto the bed. She growled, frustrated, but I only snarled, seizing her hips and dragging her back to me.
‘Your pleasure is mine to give,’ I rasped lifting her ass before burying my face between her thighs again, eating her out from behind.
Her slickness coated my tongue while I feasted on her, relentlessly as she collapsed forward, arms buckling until her cheek pressed to the wall.
Her hips rolled back, grinding against my mouth, desperate and shameless.
When I curled my tongue and flicked her clit, her thighs locked tight around my head.
Tremors wracked her as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her slit before wrapping my lips around the bundle of nerves.
I sucked hard, insistent, rolling the swollen nub against my tongue until she shattered.
Her body convulsed, the wall swallowing her cries, but my name still poured from her tongue like music—a symphony composed for one audience: me…
I owned every sound… every shiver. I held her hips firm, refusing to let her escape the onslaught, milking every violent tremor from her as wave after brutal wave ripped through her.
Her cream poured over my tongue, and I drank it greedily—starved, desperate, undone.
She writhed, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips, but I didn’t stop—not until her legs shook so hard they gave out and she sagged, boneless, against the wall.
Even then, I pressed one last lingering suck to her clit, savouring the final quake of her release before I lifted my head, mouth wet, chin slick with her climax.
I wiped it with the back of my hand, eyes fixed on the wrecked beauty sprawled before me. A low, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest.
I’d sussed her little game—trying to fuck me out of her system, pretending I was nothing more than a mistake she could sweat out between the sheets. She thought she could play me—fuck me and then forget me? I let my lips curl into a wicked smile.
Not happening, little assassin. Not fucking ever. You’re mine; not his. Not anyone’s. Mine, until the seas themselves run dry.
‘Next time I touch you, I’ll be inside that hot, tight cunt—claiming what’s mine.’ I freed her wrists and her whole body trembled. Turning her around, I gently scooped her up, cradling her to my chest, then placed her on her bed. I leaned in close, lips brushing her damp skin.
‘Then you’ll learn,’ I whispered against her temple, ‘just how useless your little toy really is.’
I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then vanished in a spray of seafoam and mist, leaving her trembling in the aftermath of my storm.