26. Harlow #2
He cups my right breast, gently brushing his thumb over my nipple. He pinches it lightly. When I don’t react, he pinches it harder, and I arch off the bed, pressing into his hand. He hums, the slight twitch of a smirk on his lips as he caresses my skin.
He kisses me again, and I’m torn between shoving him south so we can get this over with.
We discussed what I was comfortable with ahead of time, but I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me so much, and every time he does it, I feel so disoriented by how much I like the closeness.
Pain is grounding—but the tenderness unnerves me.
As if sensing my distraction, he pinches my nipple even harder, and I groan into his mouth and shudder.
Damp heat rushes between my thighs. I told him I liked it rough because I thought that would be easier to sell than some slow, sensual lovemaking, but now I’m worried what this kind of recklessness will bring out of me.
He nips down my jaw, buries his hand in my hair, and yanks my head back to give him better access. His other hand slides down my side, passing over warm skin, shredded silk, and then more skin. He rakes his fingers up and down my thigh, progressively moving from outer to inner thigh.
He bites my neck hard, and I gasp. The hand on my inner thigh pushes the remains of my slip higher. The cool air hits my pussy and I feel just how wet I already am.
The first brush of his fingers over me is so gentle, but I shudder like I’ve been struck by an electrical charge. He chuckles into my neck.
He’s enjoying this, and I hate it. Maybe that’s exactly why he’s enjoying it. I want to slap him, but instead I press my hand against the wooden headboard. The cool metal of the sigil to Kennymyra set into the wood grounds me.
As he kisses down my chest and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, he slides a thick finger inside me. I’m wet enough that it glides in easily. He curls the finger and bites down hard on my nipple, and I lose all composure.
I moan. My hand comes to the back of his head reflexively, but not to push him away. I urge him on. He sucks hard to ease the ache, and my pussy clamps down on his finger as he starts to slide it in and out .
I’m mindless with pain-tinged pleasure. I want to blame the blessing and the ceremony and how tense I am, but some part of me is wondering if he’s actually going to be able to get me over the edge.
His mouth drifts to the other breast, nipping at my skin all the way. I’m going to be covered in bruises, but as he bites the other nipple and shoves a second finger inside me, I’m too dizzy with lust to care. He moves his fingers faster, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit for friction.
He traces rough kisses down my stomach, withdraws his fingers, and shoves my thighs wide, baring me to him and the rest of the room.
I’m suddenly aware of just how many people are around us—the closest no more than eight feet away. They can see everything. I’m not modest, but it’s so strange to be watched like this.
I really don’t care—as long as they don’t see my back, and so long as Gaven isn’t in here.
Henry gives me no time to think about it. He holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth and gives me a slow lick, then plunges his tongue inside me. I reflexively try to squeeze my thighs closed, but his hands press them back into the bed as he starts to fuck me with his tongue.
The benefit of having tried to kill him twice is that I’m certain nothing is going to hurt him. For the first time in my life, I can relax and enjoy what’s happening without worrying he’s going to forget himself and die.
I try to ignore the rapt gazes of the crowd. Their masked faces make them more anonymous, but I recognize Bryce and Carter, and that’s unnerving.
Henry slides two fingers inside me, drawing my full attention back to him. I want more. This isn’t enough. I need him to stop messing around and fuck me. I agreed to this because he said it was necessary to prove his commitment to service, but I just want this over with.
His mouth has perfect suction on my clit as he pumps his fingers faster. He flattens his tongue against me, alternating between that, suction, and light grazes of his teeth. It’s maddeningly effective. He slides his other hand up to alternate pinching my nipples.
Bleeding woods . He knows what he’s doing. My body is tingling, my limbs full of liquid warmth.
He bites my clit, and the pain is so stunning, it leaves me clenched and frozen. He shoves a third finger inside me and sucks hard on the aching flesh. It hurts so perfectly. I’m so full of him; he’s overtaken every sense in my body.
I slap my hand against the sigil, barely aware of the point biting into my palm as the pleasure bursts all at once.
I’m suspended in some liminal place as wave after wave rolls over me.
It goes on and on like that, the ecstasy so warm and bubbling that I can barely breathe around it.
The sound he wrenches out of me is something animal—the guttural half-scream, half-moan of a woman rent from who she was and remade into something new.
He moves his fingers frantically, his other hand pinning my hips to the bed so I can’t escape his fingers or the rhythm of teeth, tongue, suction on my clit.
I’ve brought myself satisfaction before—but I’ve never felt anything like this.
I’m suddenly terrified this is the best I’ll ever feel.
My body has only ever been a prison where I’m trapped with pain or a bait to lure a violent man to his death.
It has never been a place of pleasure for more than a fleeting moment.
But this is an eternity of ecstasy laced with sharp pain to bring me up and down until I’m breathless and aching and ready to give him anything he asks for. My thighs clamp around his head as the last shudders rip through me.
When I finally open my eyes, they’re blurry with tears. The release is so intense that every emotion I’d been holding back rushes out post-climax. I bite back a shocked laugh.
Henry looks as wrecked as I feel as he prowls over me and leans close.
“I want to hear you moan like that every night,” he murmurs into my ear.
Henry kneels and licks his lips. He doesn’t let me recover. He tosses off his robe and uses his soaked hand to stroke his cock twice before notching himself at my entrance and thrusting inside to the hilt.
I groan loudly, body arching into him like I was meant for this. I’m so turned on that it barely hurts at all, but he is by far the biggest man I’ve been with. The stretch steals my breath.
He thrusts again and groans a curse into the space behind my ear. “You were made to take me just like this. ”
My muscles instantly start clenching again and I’m so relieved for the familiarity of something rough and purely physical. He cups my breast and tweaks my nipple hard, and I gasp as he pulls out and thrusts again.
“You like it fast and rough?” His voice is a gravelly whisper as he continues to move.
If it didn’t feel so good, I’d be more angry that I can’t compose myself, but I’m half-mindless with the need to feel what I just felt again.
He slows down and pushes the fingers that were just inside me into my mouth. “Taste how hard you just came for me.” He’s so cocky.
I bite down, but he shoves his fingers back into my throat. When I gag and open, he chuckles into my ear.
“I can’t wait to do that with my cock.”
His voice is low enough that only I can hear, and I shiver at the thought. I don’t actually want that. My brain is slow from the aftereffects of the orgasm.
Surely he’s not planning on this now. It wasn’t one of the activities we discussed.
“Oh no, not tonight, lovely,” he taunts, his voice low and full of certainty. “You’re going to ask for this again, and when we’re away from this crowd, I’m going to love watching you choke on my cock as much as you’re going to like me making you.”
I shove my hand into his hair and hold him in place as I bite his ear. “Only in your wettest dreams will you see me on my knees for you.”
He thrusts into me harder and chuckles. “That would be more believable if you weren’t soaking for me. If you get this slick for someone you can’t stand, I’d love to see how you respond when you actually like someone.”
“Shut up and move,” I grunt into his ear.
The man is bent on doing exactly what I tell him not to. He pulls back, looks me in the eye, and pauses his movement so the pressure that had been mounting dissipates. His smug smile is maddening.
I briefly consider slapping him, but I’m afraid he’d like it.
He shifts, hooking his arms under my knees to push them higher toward my shoulders. The new, deeper angle has me arching off the bed.
I curse, hands fisting in the sheets. He’s so deep, and I should hate it, but it feels so good I can hardly breathe as he finds a slower pace .
He watches his cock slide in and out of me with hooded eyes, and I can’t look away. It feels so good.
“You look so beautiful taking me like this. I hate that anyone else is seeing it. I want your pleasure to myself.”
I shouldn’t like those words, but the possessive edge to them that would normally be a massive turnoff is unbelievably hot when I’m this close to a release.
The only thing holding me back is the relentless reminder of everyone in the room watching. They haven’t moved, but all conversations have ceased, and their hungry gazes are all on us.
Henry groans, his dark blue eyes narrowed in intense concentration. I swear to the Divine it feels like he’s getting bigger, but it must be the mounting pleasure. I’m clenching tighter with every slow thrust.
When he meets my gaze again, his eyes are full of heat and unnerving softness. “I knew this is what you needed. As much as I’d love to choke you until you come all over my cock, I know what you need is a nice, sweet fuck. A soft fuck for a secretly soft woman.”