Chapter 20 #2
He leaned closer to me until his lips brushed against the skin of my throat.
I gasped, a shiver running down my spine as I felt moisture pool between my shaky thighs.
Dacre was dangerous, but the ache in my core only grew stronger with each passing second, my need for him becoming almost unbearable.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“I love hearing you beg,” he murmured against my skin, and I couldn’t stop the small whine that passed through my lips. “You like it too, don’t you?” He groaned and his tongue ran over the skin where my neck and shoulder met.
My hands trembled against the ground, and I desperately wanted to reach out for him. To touch him in ways I had been imagining for days.
“Fucking beg me, little traitor,” he commanded before his teeth grazed against my skin.
The moan that left my mouth was loud enough to make my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I pressed my thighs together and desperately wanted to reach between them with my fingers and ease the ache that was threatening to consume me.
Instead, I dug my fingers into the ground and begged the gods for Dacre to do something.
For him to do anything.
“Gods, you do love it.” He pulled back and his hand moved to the back of my neck.
He gripped my hair roughly in his hand before he forced my head back farther, and the edge of pain made my body tighten even more.
His mouth ran over mine, not in a kiss, more of a caress as he spoke against my mouth.
“Let’s see how much you love to beg while I taste you. ”
He let go of my hair abruptly, and I rocked forward without his touch. He moved out from in front of me, and I tried to watch him as he stood and moved behind me.
My breath caught in my throat as I forced myself to remain still on my knees, my eyes drawn to the ground as I tried to calm my racing heart. I could hear the rustle of his clothes as he moved, and my hands trembled against the ground as anticipation raced through me.
His hand lazily grazed over my lower back, and I let out a small whimper. His touch was so light, I would have thought I imagined it if it hadn’t been for the electricity that was sending shivers down my spine.
I tried to focus on that feeling, to revel in the heat of his touch, but my mind was clouded by the need for more.
His hand skated over my lower back until he reached my ass, and I surged forward as he slowly ran his hand over the curve until he reached the edge of my thighs. It didn’t matter that I was fully clothed. I felt completely bare before him.
I turned and glanced over my shoulder to see his hungry gaze taking in every curve of my body. Self-consciousness crept into me, but he quickly snuffed it out as his hands pressed more firmly against my thighs and a ragged groan left his mouth.
He dropped to his knees behind me, and my chest heaved as my core tightened.
His hands moved in a lazy path over my thighs, gently grazing against my core, and I arched my back in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.
“Such a needy little thing.” He laughed, but the sound held no humor as his hands moved to my hips and gripped just above the hem of my trousers.
His thumbs slid just beneath the fabric, only enough that there was nothing between us, but my skin burned as if he were branding me.
Dacre leaned forward, his breath hot against my neck as his body curved over mine. “You look so perfect like this,” he whispered hoarsely. His fingers dug possessively into my hips, making my muscles clench involuntarily.
His hands slowly moved down the sides of my thighs, and I could feel the rough fabric of his trousers that did little to hide his want for me. His hand moved around my body, and I jerked forward as his fingers roughly pushed against my sex through my trousers.
“Are you ready to beg yet?” His lips were against my ear, and I gasped as his teeth nipped against my sensitive earlobe.
“Please,” I begged, my voice rough with want.
His fingers pressed harder against me, and pleasure lashed through me as he began to stroke me through the fabric of my trousers.
“Please what, little traitor?”
“Please touch me, Dacre.” I was too needy to be embarrassed by my words. I knew I would most likely regret them tomorrow, but right then, I had no room for shame.
Not when I wanted him so badly.
Not when I felt so raw from everything that happened today .
His laugh was dark and seductive, and I shivered at the sound. “You’re not begging me properly, little traitor.” His hand pressed hard against me, and I could feel my clit throbbing beneath his touch. “I think I need to give you more motivation to plead for it.”
I didn’t answer him, and I didn’t need to. He pulled his hand away from me, and a whimper passed my lips before I could stop it. He was making me feel crazy, but I didn’t care.
His hand skated up my abdomen until his finger dipped into my belly button through my shirt.
My hands and knees were beginning to ache, but I couldn’t think about that when he slowly lowered his hand again, but this time slipping it beneath my trousers.
His warm skin pressed against mine as he moved his hand against me at an achingly slow pace.
“Are you wet for me?” His opposite hand pressed against my chest and lifted me until my back was leaning on his chest.
I nodded my head, and he ran his nose along the length of my neck as his fingers gently drummed against the top of my sex, making me more than aware of how desperately I needed him to lower them.
“Use your words, Nyra.”
Nyra. Gods. For the first time since I arrived, I regretted not giving him my real name. He would hate me for who I really was, but I wanted to hear him call out my name; I wanted to hear how desperately it would roll off his tongue.
“Please, Dacre,” I breathed, my voice laced with my want. “I’m so wet for you. ”
His groan was deep, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my body and echo in my core. “I think I should make sure of that.”
His hand slowly lowered, and I reached behind me, gripping onto his thigh for support. I dug my nails into his trousers as his fingers found the wetness that was waiting there for him, and I arched back against him.
His cock pressed firmly against my ass, and I ground down against it as his fingers skimmed over my clit.
“Fuck.” He groaned against the back of my neck as his fingers slid through me easily. “Is this all for me?”
He spread the wetness around as he toyed with me, his two fingers sliding up and down my pussy as if he was trying to memorize every inch.
“Please.” I ground harder against him and whimpered at the feel of him behind me. He was everywhere, yet he felt just out of my grasp all at once. “Dacre, please.”
His fingers paused just over my clit before he pressed down roughly, and my hips shot forward at the sudden change.
“Oh gods.”
His fingers began to move in small circles, the movement concentrated exactly where I needed him, and I chased the feeling with my hips.
I was so busy focusing on those two fingers that I missed the way his other hand crept up my chest and pressed against my jaw. He forced my head toward him, giving me no choice but to face him, and his dark eyes narrowed as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck me or destroy me.
In that moment, I would let him do anything he wanted .
Looking up into his stormy eyes while he played my body so easily was too much, and I whimpered as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on nothing but the feeling he was giving me.
“Look at me.” The command in his voice forced me to snap my eyes back open, and I watched as he licked his lips just as his hand tightened on my jaw. “You’re such a needy little traitor.”
His thumb grazed across my bottom lip, and I was desperate for him to kiss me. I wanted it more than anything. I nipped my teeth against the tip of his thumb before he could pull it away, and his gaze somehow darkened even further.
“So fucking greedy.” His words sounded like a plea before he jerked my chin toward him and slammed his mouth down against mine. The kiss had none of the delicacy of his fingers. It was as if something had snapped inside him, some need that he wasn’t able to control, and my kiss was the only cure.
His lips were harsh against mine, his tongue begging for entrance, and when I gave in, his teeth nipped, and he kissed me as if he worried he would never taste me again.
His fingers slid lower until he pushed them both inside me, and I groaned against his mouth at the fullness of him.
“Gods, look how well you take me,” he murmured against my lips as he curled his fingers in and out of me and pressed his palm against my clit.
“When I can’t sleep at night, it’s because I can think of nothing but the way you would look beneath me with my cock sliding in and out of this tight little pussy. ”
His words sent shivers through my body, and I arched back into him in response. It was too much for me to handle, the feel of him, his words, and the heat between us that threatened to burn me alive.
The way my power seemed to thrum inside me with him being so close.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice raw and pleading. My hips bucked against his fingers as I desperately tried to find some relief.
He groaned against me, his breath hot against my cheek.
“You want more?” He withdrew his fingers from me, and I groaned in protest.
I looked at him, searching his face for some clue as to what he was thinking, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring down at his hand as he pulled it from my trousers and lifted it before us. I could see my wetness coating his fingers, and a flush crept up my face at the sight.
“You’ve had the pleasure of tasting this, but I haven’t.” He moved his hand closer to us until he held it directly between our mouths. “It’s another thing that keeps me up at night. Imagining exactly what you’ll taste like.”