Chapter 14 #3
At sixty degrees Celsius, I oust the flames with the chill of my breath and watch as her back arches off the bed, fighting to hold back her moan. I’ve seen empires rise and fall, but nothing will ever match the sight of her raw, desperate beauty.
I rise to my full height, towers of shadow curling in my wake. Leaning over her quivering form, I slip between her trembling thighs.
“Now, tell me,” I murmur, voice velvet and razor-sharp, “do you want my cock…or my blade?”
Her chest heaves. Her lips part, a rush of breath catching in her throat. “Both.”
I seize her wrist in one hand, drawing her fingers from her glistening pussy. Lifting them between us, I bring her fingertips to my mouth, tasting her essence—heady sweetness, like a bold red wine. I savor each drop as my tongue licks her skin clean.
“Mmm.” I hum out a sigh that vibrates through me, landing me somewhere between the deepest parts of Nethra and Elysium. “Do you have lube?”
As much as I know how much she likes pain, I went easy on her last time. This time, we won’t be doing that.
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine. “Bottom drawer on the right side.”
I don’t reach for the drawer. Instead, I pluck the image out of her head, and the tube materializes when I release her wrist and open my palm. She inhales sharply. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”
I grin, pressing a brief kiss to her swollen lips. “Oh, this doesn’t even scratch the surface of all the fun things I can do.” I flick open the cap and sweep the clear gel along my shaft until it gleams.
Her gaze falls to the tube. Her cheeks pinken. “I want a safeword.”
I lean close, breath cooling her ear. “Little goddess, I’m the only safety you need.”
“Daxton—”
I hum as I roll my eyes. “Fine. How about Valentine?”
Her brow furrows. “You want me to scream ‘Valentine’?”
“Scream it, think it, breathe it, and I’ll stop.” I toss the tube above her head, and it lands on the bed. “Now, arms up.”
Her brows rise, eyes widening when the clank of metal sounds above her head. She looks over it to see linked chains, like ink-black snakes floating above her.
‘What. The. Fuck.’ Her thoughts flutter. ‘I thought he could only do that in my head.’
“What can I say? Art imitates life,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes. “Don’t make me ask a second time.”
With shaky hands, she lifts them, and my pets wrap around her wrist, binding them together and tugging them over her head.
A second set slithers around either side of me and coils around each of her ankles, holding her in place.
Once she is at my mercy, I grip her hips to lift her, sliding my knees under her shaking thighs.
She tenses when my cock presses to the seam of her ass. “Do you trust me?”
“Trust is earned.”
“Do you really want to fight right now?” I ease my hips forward, the head of me pressing inside of her, and she moans a sound that I could listen to through every millennium. “Or do you want to fuck?”
“Fuck me,” she rasps, pushing back hard, filling herself with me. “Fu…fuck me, Daxton.”
“That’s what I thou—” My smirk falters under the force of her need. I hiss as I slip inside her. “Shitttt, Mackenzie.”
Her lip quivers. “Shut up…” Each roll of her hip drives me deeper into her tight ass. “And fuck me.”
My hand wraps around her neck, and I squeeze until she begins to gasp—her nails score my skin as she digs into my wrist, but she doesn’t stop fucking. “Greedy slut,” I growl, “remember you wanted this.”
Pacing myself with each stroke, I fuck her ass until her cheeks spread around me, muscles convulsing with need. I ease my grip on her neck only when her lips turn a faint shade of blue.
She gulps in a trembling lungful of air, exhaling my name like a prayer. “O—ohhh, Daxton.” I slide the handle of my knife through her slickness, teasing her sensitive clit before I press it into her. “Ahhh, fu—shit. It’s too much. It’s too much.”
“No, baby. You can take it.”
“I think I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.
“If you have to think about it, you’re not there yet,” I growl. “And if you’re not quieter, you’ll wake even the dead.”
She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans as I plunge into her with a force that makes the bedframe creak in protest.
The blade’s handle slips in and out of her, matching my rhythm until I need more—I need to feel her unravel against my palm.
I’m not even sure how far I throw my knife, but I hear it clatter to the floor as I slip two fingers inside of her.
Two, then three, until she can’t contain herself anymore.
Her cries fill the room as her thighs quiver, her body gripping my fingers as I refuse to relent, determined to push her over the edge.
“I’m going to wear you as a fucking bracelet,” I growl, adding my pinkie and then my thumb. Her breaths come in heavy pants as she looks down between us to see all of my fingers squeezed into her tight cunt.“Would you like that goddess? You wanna be my pretty little bracelet?”
She bites her lip and nods—I squeeze my hand into her warmth, and her eyes roll back, instantly as she moans out,“Qué rico, papi.” Begging me to go faster. “Más duro.”
Papi?
The word sends a shiver down my spine. With a growl, I unchain her ankles and grip her hips so tightly they’ll likely bruise tomorrow.
My balls slap against her ass—sticky with our cum—as I pound into her, my hand plunging in and out of her.
Her muffled screams only fuel my need to claim her completely.
“I’m gonna come!” she screams in Spanish.
Releasing her hip, I clamp my hand over her mouth, feeling her warm breath against my palm.
I lean in close until our noses almost touch, her wide, glossy eyes reflecting the light above us.
She whimpers when I stop moving, the sound vibrating against my fingers.
“You don't get to scream like I’m murdering you when you asked to be fucked like a dirty whore,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“No. You’re gonna take this cock like my good little slut.
You’ll come when I fucking tell you to.”
I thrust my hand deeper inside her, pulling back only to plunge in again, watching with satisfaction as her eyes lose focus and roll back.
She bucks beneath me, fighting against every thrust like a wild animal in heat.
Her muffled moans sear into my very core—a testament to how close she is to breaking under me.
But no… I won’t let myself finish before she does; that would be unacceptable.
But the sight of her—back arched, hips bucking wildly against my grip, the heat of her breath condensing against my palm with each muffled cry—pushes me to the precipice.
Her mascara bleeds down her flushed face.
Her pupils, blown wide—a demonic midnight.
They lock with mine, searching, desperate.
A shudder ripples through her body. Goosebumps spreading across sweat-slicked skin.
Our heartbeats drown out everything but her whimpers. The moment is nothing but us. “Come with me, goddess,” I whisper.
The room narrows to the pulse throbbing between us.
My fingers weave into damp strands at her nape, drawing her lips to mine as release shudders through her, and mine thunders through me.
When she breathes my name, I catch her lower lip between my fangs, feeling her words against the tender bruises already forming there.
'I love you.'