72. Clash of Stone and Steel #2
It wasn’t physically possible.
Talyn pulled back and pushed her mouth forward again as her hand stroked his base. Her eyes watered as she felt him hit the back of her throat, but she forced herself to swallow, and Samhail let out a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush as he grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Talyn, you’re still a prisoner,” he ground out. “I can’t…It’s not ri-”
She cut off his attempt to explain the ethics of their situation by tightening her lips and driving herself forward onto his cock.
The effort earned her a loud, almost-pained grunt, and Samhail’s hips bucked forward, pushing him deeper down her throat.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she choked, but she managed to swallow around his cock again as her throat loosened up.
She pulled her mouth off him for a moment. “You know, if you removed the caronium cuff, I could use my masquing power to take you deeper,” she purred.
He let out a pained groan. “That might fucking kill me,” he said.
Talyn laughed softly, and Samhail swore as she plunged her mouth over him again, then pulled back to let her tongue press against every bump and ridge of his cock.
“You need to stop,” he gasped. He seemed to be begging her.
Talyn ignored him and pressed her mouth over him again, and this time he slid down her throat more easily. She moved her tongue against him, and Samhail’s hips jerked forward. She looked up and saw his gaze fixed on her face.
“Watching you take my cock like this really is killing me,” he said, his voice graveled. He took a deep breath. “But Nemesis take me, I’ve never been more willing to embrace death than now, watching you on your knees with your lips wrapped around me.”
Talyn pulled her mouth back all the way so she could swirl her tongue over his head, and he groaned.
She took him deep again, and his hand on her head urged her forward.
She obliged as they began to set an ever-more insistent pace.
He didn’t thrust hard, but the push of his hips sent him deeper down Talyn’s throat each time.
Her eyes still watered as he pushed into her, but the look of utter pleasure on his face filled her with pride.
Samhail could dominate her in most things, but in this she had him at her mercy. She might be on her knees, but she’d never felt so powerful as she did now, watching him fall apart under her mouth.
Talyn dug her nails into Samhail’s hips as their pace quickened, and she held him to her as she drove him relentlessly toward his release.
“Fuck, Talyn! I’m going to…Fuck!” Samhail yelled as his head kicked back against the wall.
Talyn pushed forward again as he spilled himself down her throat, and she drank him down. She pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock to feel him pulse in her mouth, and only when his body relaxed against the wall did she slip her mouth all the way off him and look up.
His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he tried to bring himself back under control. The satiated haze left his eyes as he looked down at her, only to be replaced by an intensity she might almost have called anger.
Talyn gasped as Samhail grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Then the world flipped upside down as he tossed her over his shoulder and began walking.
“Samhail! What are you doing?” she squeaked.
He didn’t answer, but a few seconds later, the world turned right side up again, and Talyn found herself lying on the bed.
“Take off your clothes,” he growled.
“What?”
“You either take them off now, or I cut them off.”
Talyn blinked again, but she did as he ordered and started to pull her shirt and breast wrap off. She tossed them onto the floor and unfastened her pants. Samhail only watched as she slid the pants and her undergarment down her legs. Those items joined the others on the floor.
She sat on the bed naked and looked up into Samhail’s eyes. They’d gone so dark they were almost black, and the look on his face was nothing short of feral.
Samhail put a knee on the bed and climbed toward her. She didn’t move as he prowled forward until his body loomed over hers.
A pause the length of three heartbeats ticked off between them before Samhail grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his mouth down onto hers.
Then he was on top of her, his solid body pinning her to the bed.
Talyn let out a strangled moan as his tongue invaded her mouth, and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose to replace the one he’d stolen.
Samhail was always in control the times he’d fucked her. He was careful, almost gentle sometimes, and she knew it must be his way of compensating for his size. He could likely hurt his partner if he was too rough, so he seemed to hold back when he was driving inside her.
Not so with his kissing. Samhail kissed like it was a war and his tongue was a weapon to wield. He wielded it well. His kiss was meant to conquer, and Talyn was more than happy to wave a white flag.
Talyn threaded her hands through his hair to encourage him. Her lips would be swollen later from his onslaught, as they always were, but it was a small price for what he made her feel. She had a whole new heartbeat pulsing between her thighs.
Samhail pulled his lips from hers and moved down her body. He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, and Talyn cried out as he bit down gently on it. He paid homage to her breast for what seemed like minutes before he moved to the second one and did the same.
“Protector save me, these breasts are perfect,” he whispered, circling his tongue around the nipple of one.
Talyn couldn’t hold herself still as she squirmed beneath him. She was a whimpering, writhing mess as he finally finished with her breasts and kissed lower down her stomach.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wide, then pulled her knees up over his shoulders.
His mouth descended between her legs and Talyn screamed as he began to devour her.
His tongue seemed to be everywhere as he teased the bud of nerves at her apex before thrusting it up inside her.
He hummed against her center, and the vibrations had Talyn cursing and grabbing for the bedcovers with white knuckles.
“You’re so wet, hummingbird,” he murmured. “Is this all for me?”
“No,” she gasped. “I’m thinking about Ax-”
The name choked off in her throat as Samhail nipped at her clit.
“Say his name,” he warned, “and I’ll make sure you don’t come for the next two hours.”
Talyn moaned. “I’m sorry. Please,” she begged. “Please, I’m so close.”
Without another word, Samhail lowered his mouth again, and within seconds Talyn clamped her thighs around his head as her climax rolled over her like a storm.
She cried out as her inner muscles pulsed around his tongue, over and over again, and she heard his satisfied purr as the torrent of her release finally ebbed.
Samhail pushed her thighs open gently and got off the bed to go to his nightstand. Talyn’s body came down to earth and sunk into the bed as she watched him.
“What are you doing now?” she asked as he came back around and tossed a small bottle next to her on the covers.
He didn’t answer, but his hands clamped around her hips, and he flipped her onto her stomach before pulling her onto all fours.
“Samhail!” she cried as he positioned himself behind her and reached for the bottle. “What is that? What are you doing?”
She twisted to look behind her. He’d unstoppered the bottle and was splashing its contents on his hand. She jolted as his fingers rub some of the liquid over her second entrance.
Oh sweet gods.
“Samhail, no!” she cried. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her shoulders back down.
“Easy now,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck your ass. Yet.”
“Yet? What does that mean?”
“It means I want to start preparing you. Have you ever taken someone here?” he asked, rubbing an oiled finger over the puckered hole.
She shook her head. “No. I…I’ve never even let someone take me from behind. Until you.”
He went still behind her.
“What? Why not?” he asked.
“Never let someone behind you. It leaves you vulnerable,” she said.
There was a long pause as seconds bounced by on the bed.
“Why did you let me?” he asked finally.
“I…I don’t know.”
He ran a hand slowly down her back, and Talyn’s skin pimpled with gooseflesh at the feel of his rough hands, calloused from a century of wielding weapons.
“Do you feel vulnerable now?” he asked.
A pause. “Yes,” she admitted.
“But you’d still let me take you like this.”
She nodded.
He circled a finger around her other hole. “Would you let me take you here? Not today, but soon?”
Talyn swallowed. “I…I…Maybe. Yes.”
“I’ve never taken a woman there,” he admitted. “I’m usually too big, but I have a feeling you can take me. That you can…adjust.”
“Yes…If I had my powers.”