Chapter 3
Three
Sabina
Someone moves in the darkness, and I stir, sitting up in bed. “Caiden?”
I’m still in my wedding dress since I couldn’t get out of it myself. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s returned.
“Shhh.”
A jolt of shivers travel down my arms and spine. I leap from the side of the bed and after a couple of steps, I can see him clearly. “Brevan? What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you.”
“I’m so sorry, Brevan. I didn’t want to marry him, and it didn’t mean anything to me, I swear to you—”
His mouth is on mine, silencing my apologies. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I press myself against him, needing to feel his body against mine.
Large hands caress my back, pulling me tight against him. I can barely breathe, but I don’t need air, only him. I run my fingers through his hair then capture his face. I have to see him to make sure he’s really here. That he’s in my arms after all that’s happened.
He smiles, and my heart feels like it might burst from pure joy. I’ve forgotten what that felt like. When his mouth is on mine again, it’s a kiss borne of need and desperation. Our tongues dance and twist, fighting for dominance, neither wanting to concede to the other.
I need him.
All of him.
More of him.
My fingers move lower, and I toy with the edge of his tunic until I find an opening. I slide my hand under it, up his taut abs to the firm planes of his chest. He’s so warm underneath my touch. His hand is on my jaw, my neck, then my dress.
“How do you get this thing off?” he asked, briefly pulling away.
“I don’t know.” I reach around, fumbling with the ribbons I can reach and tug. “They’re just getting tighter.”
“Turn around.”
I spin, then wait as his fingers trail down my spine. My skin shivers in delicious anticipation. What I wouldn’t give to feel him pressed against all of me.
“It’s stuck.”
He pulls on something and I squeak, the dress even tighter now. “Please get it off, I can’t breathe.”
There’s a sound of tearing fabric, then he turns me around and rips the bodice so it’s wide open, my breasts spilling out. I take a full breath.
“Hold on, I just need to get this knot and the dress will be off,” he says.
“I need you now.” I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbles, rights himself, and we both laugh.
“So fucking eager,” he murmurs as his lips and tongue tease my breasts.
I moan, reveling in the sensation.
We’re moving, then I slam against a wardrobe, my legs still wrapped around him. How did we get here? His mouth is on mine again, hot and desperate and claiming. All questions tumble from my mind. I don’t care about anything other than the feel of his lips against mine.
The wardrobe doors cave and I fall. Brevan catches and carries me away as the entire wardrobe tips to the side and crashes to the ground. With a gasp, I cling to him, but he’s already at the foot of the bed, dropping me onto the soft mattress. I scoot back until I’m in the middle.
He climbs on top of me and I reach for him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Not yet, princess.” He grabs my wrists with one hand, then leans so close our noses nearly brush. “I’m going to savor every second of this.”
I suck in a jagged breath, and my thighs clench in anticipation.
With a feral grin, he produces his belt and binds my wrists together before securing them to one of the wooden posts of the bed frame.
I give it a tug and when it holds, a rush of heat goes straight to my core.
With anyone else, I’d panic, but I trust him.
He trails kisses from my wrists, down to my shoulders, and up my neck. I turn my head to grant him better access, moaning softly as he continues his teasing down my sternum to my breasts. When his lips close around a nipple, I gasp. I try to reach for him, but the restraints hold tight.
Frustration rises as I struggle against the urge to touch him. His hands caress my breasts as his tongue teases my nipples.
“Brevan, I want—” Thoughts tumble from my mind as he claims my mouth.
“I know exactly what you want, princess.” He moves to my side, then pushes the layers of fabric up around my waist. I arch my back in encouragement.
“So fucking needy,” he says as he pulls my thighs apart. “Gods, you’re soaked.”
He rubs his thumb over my underwear, circling my clit. Little breathy sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making, escape my lips. I want more. I need more. I lift my hips and try to grind against him, but he pulls his hand away.
“Patience, princess.” He removes my underwear, then tosses them aside. His thumb returns, but he adds his fingers, sliding up and down, circling, teasing, but never entering me.
My hips rise, and I bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out in frustration. As he increases the speed and intensity of his fingers, my eyes close and my back arches once more, pleasure building low in my belly. I’m so close…
Then he stops.
I whimper and reach for him, desperate to feel him again.
Silently, he removes his clothes, tossing them aside before climbing in between my thighs. My heart races, and I squirm in anticipation as I wait, more than ready to feel him inside me.
Instead, he moves down my body and dips his head to sweep his tongue up my slit.
He moves with expert precision, licking and sucking and grazing with his teeth.
Tension coils low in my belly, tightening and intensifying.
His tongue darts inside me, then circles back around my most sensitive spot, building the pleasure until it’s almost too much.
I fight against my restraints, wanting to run my fingers through his hair and grip his shoulders.
My desperate, breathy moans grow louder as he continues to devour me.
His hands slide up my thighs, then travel higher, tracing my skin reverently.
I’m shifting and writhing while his fingers dig into my hips.
The sensations expand in a rush and I give in, pleasure surging through me like an explosion.
The belt cuts into my wrists sending a delicious surge of pain that makes the escalating pleasure too much to bear.
I cry out, my eyes fluttering, inner walls clenching as orgasm surges through me in a cascade of pure elation.
Brevan unbinds my wrists as I’m catching my breath. I’m barely free before I try to catch him off guard, but he grabs me around the waist and pulls me on top of him.
I straddle his waist, my breasts pressing against his chest, and his cock against my ass. I wiggle, shifting my hips so I’m rubbing against him. He groans and his grip loosens enough that I can grab his wrists.
“What are you going to do, princess? I don’t think you can pin me down,” he teases.
“Watch me.” I lean down, pushing his arms back. Dark shadows slither around his wrists, binding them together the same way he’d done to me.
“What was that? How did you—” I press my lips to his for a punishing kiss, cutting off any further questions.
“Fair is fair. My turn.” I have no idea what I did or how, but it is the last thing I want to think about right now.
He opens his mouth to speak again, but as soon as my hand closes around his cock, his lips part and his eyes close.
He groans when I drag my tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. The sound sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
He’s completely mine, completely lost in pleasure.
I close my lips around him and work my mouth, teasing with my tongue as I move. I continue licking and sucking until his breathing becomes heavy. With a grunt, his hips rise and he tries and fails to lift his arms.
“Princess, you’re going to make me come.” He groans then sucks in a sharp breath and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful than I do right now.
“Gods, fuck!” His hips buck, then he tenses. Warmth fills my mouth and I swallow without thinking. I’ve never done that before. I sit up, then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Brevan’s arms are free and he reaches for me. The adoration in his expression makes my heart pound even harder.
A door slams jolting me awake. My heart racing, I blink into the darkness.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Caiden says, slurring his words. “You missed a fantastic party. Everyone is so happy for us.”
He stumbles over to the bed, then collapses next to me, still in his clothes. I stare at the ceiling, eyes wide, body tense. My heart still races, and I’m overheating in my dress.
I glance over at Caiden, terrified he’s going to reach for me and find me already wet, mistaking my desire for him.
But he’s snoring.
I’ve never been so relieved and so disappointed all at once.
How did a dream feel so real?
It was punishment, I suppose. My mind’s way of reminding me what I’d never have.