Chapter 30 A Moment Frozen in Time
thirty
A Moment Frozen in Time
We land on his pallet of blankets and pillows with a fiery whoomph.
Rhaz grabs the neck of my shirt in both hands and jerks it apart.
The loud rip of material makes me jolt, my nerves alight with anticipation.
The animalistic groan that escapes him when he sees I’m not wearing a bra is intoxicating.
He cradles my lower back as his lips trace my collarbones down to my breasts. His kisses scorch down to my soul. It dances for him. Only him.
I circle my hips on his lap, chasing the sensation his lips are building in my core.
His tongue circles my nipple and I moan as I watch the forked tip slide over either side before meeting at the top.
He squeezes them together, pinching me gently before moving his mouth to my other breast. I can’t look away, transfixed by this demon making easy work of an orgasm with just his tongue against my nipples.
He sucks the other into his mouth, hiding the delicious things his tongue is doing behind dark lips.
His fangs graze me as he sucks, pulling more of my breast into his mouth.
The sharp sensation is at the edge of too much, and my hands fly to his horns.
The condoms scatter beside us and the ridiculousness of it makes me laugh.
A laugh that’s quickly cut off by another moan. One second I think I want to push him away, but the next he’s coaxing so much pleasure from the hurt that I don’t ever want it to stop.
I grind on him harder, earning satisfied grunts from my fiery ifrit. He cups my ass in his massive palms, guiding me faster. I can’t stand another second of the remaining clothes between us.
I grab his black tank in my fists and pull, just as he had done to me. The shirt rips down the middle and I keep tearing until he’s free of it. Frenzied desperation and a need for more overtake us. More skin, more pleasure, more pain.
He throws me off his lap and down to the bed. I bounce against the soft pillow with another giddy giggle. He towers over me on hands and knees as his tail works the button of my jeans. His presence is all-consuming. Powerful. But instead of shrinking beneath him, I grow. Bolder, stronger, hungrier.
I grab the waist of his pants, pulling him closer as I work the buckle of his belt. The leather snaps against my hand and some spark glints in Rhazan’s eyes. He grabs the belt from me and pulls it free.
Using his hand and his tail, he wraps the leather around my joined wrists, then pushes them overhead. He drops to his elbow and uses his other hand to pull down my pants.
“Why do you always want me tied up?” I ask, basking in his heat.
“So you can’t squirm away,” he murmurs, then gives me a languid kiss. When he pulls back, he has a sheepish smile.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I can’t have you touching me yet.” He squeezes the leather restricting my hands. “So I don’t end the fun before it begins.”
I can’t withhold my smile. I’ve never felt so adored or cherished. He wants to make this last and make it important. I want that too, but damn it, I wanted to get my hands on him.
“That frustration feels delightful,” he says, then kisses me again. “I like when you yearn for the control I hold just out of your reach. I like hearing you beg for it.”
“I want to touch you,” I whisper, hoping my plea will get through to him—but some part of me hopes it won’t.
I like not having the reins for once. I like being pressed against the bed, forced to come, chained and splattered with wax. I like when he takes control and lets me stop thinking so I can just enjoy what he’s doing. What we’re doing.
“Let me touch you,” I say, forcefully.
“No,” he says with a smirk. “I don’t think I will.”
There’s a snap and the belt buckle pulls tight above my head. Fiery chains connect it to the wall, keeping me detained. He slides down my body and pushes my pants all the way off, revealing another new pair of cute panties. Nothing like the black silk and lace, but they’re red, like he is.
His eyes smolder as he stares down at them. Heat trickles up my spine as he moves his hands up my legs in slow, teasing motions. His talon hooks under the band of my underwear and he slips from one hip to the other.
“I like seeing you in red,” he says. “But I like seeing you in nothing more.”
He tugs and his sharp claw rips through the fabric. I gasp, trying to pin my knees shut to stop him, but his chest is in the way.
“Those were—
“Beautiful, and I will buy you more,” he says. “I promise.”
I open my mouth to protest further, and he shoves my panties in it. I bite down on his fingers to show him just how much I appreciate being silenced with my own underwear. He mindlessly pushes his hips forward against the backs of my thighs and groans.
“Your attempts to hurt me only make me harder for you, Firecracker.”
My insides liquify at the tenor of his voice, so deep it resonates in my core. I bite a little harder and his fingers curl against my tongue as his thumb strokes the underside of my chin.
“So ferocious,” he murmurs as his other hand slides up my inner thigh. “Think you can maintain that bite through my ministrations?”
His voice is teasing, challenging. I like a challenge.
I raise an eyebrow at him and shrug with a muffled, “Uh-unnu. Mebe.”
Smoke pours from his nostrils as he huffs. “You won’t last two minutes.”
I realize just how much communication is in the eyes as I give him a quick up-down gesture with raised brows. Do your worst and we’ll see.
He smiles and drags his fingers closer to my center, featherlight with his touch. It tickles and I wiggle as a laugh gets caught in my panties. His smile turns from lustful to devious, and he does it again.
I bite down harder as I squirm against my bindings, trying to pull myself away and close my legs.
His tail slithers under my hips and wraps around my waist, pinning me close to him.
He brushes the soft skin on my thigh over and over until I’m screaming into the gag that I’m going to pee myself, but he can’t hear or understand me.
More likely, he doesn’t care. He wants to win. Well, so do I.
He’s laughing now, deep, rumbling fits of it as I fight the overly soft touches he’s punishing me with. I pant through my nose as I keep my jaw clamped down, determined to win.
Suddenly, his fingers are on my clit, sliding through my center. I gasp and—
He yanks his hand away from my mouth.
“Damn it!” I curse as I lose, though it’s thoroughly muffled by the panties.
“Are you keeping score, Firecracker?” he asks with a smug, satisfied grin.
I spit out my underwear and snarl, “I’m still winning.”
I’m not actually sure if I am since I stopped counting somewhere between him humming me back from the brink of a panic attack and protecting me from Lei.
“Are you?” he mumbles, his lips dropping to my stomach. “I’ll have to fix that.”
He kisses beside my belly button as the tip of his tail slithers toward my chest. The shape of it changes, splitting in half as it moves.
“What the hell,” I gasp, my eyes transfixed on the two tail ends, each with their own specific destination.
His mouth moves lower, kissing my hips, then the mound of my pelvis.
My eyes dart to his. The intensity of his gaze sets me on fire, and a blush burns across my cheeks.
His tail ends split again, then circle my nipples.
I whimper at the gentle contact. It’s all so slow and reverent.
I want him feral. I need him devouring me the way his eyes feast on my soul.
“I didn’t get time to properly taste you before,” he says. “To enjoy you.”
He kisses the crease of my leg on one side, then the other, just a little lower. He takes his time spreading me open and I watch him inspect me. Tiny thoughts flitter like embers through my head. Do I look weird to him? Is he judging me?
His tail ends flick over my nipples and the motion catches me so off guard I yelp. They clamp down, pinching me to the point of pain.
“No more thoughts like that in your head,” he murmurs. “You’re beautiful. Deep pink and glistening wet just for me. How could I not love everything about you?”
Love? Me?
Love me?
My heart drums against my ribs so hard I think it might be trying to escape and get to him. I can’t breathe. No words come to my lips despite the truth I feel deep in my bones.
He vowed to protect me when I was too stubborn to ask for protection.
He spoke reason to my heart when the voices in my head screamed I was a failure.
He sang peace into my soul when all I could feel was the destruction left in the void of my missing parents, of the role I had to assume before I was ready, of the things I had to do to survive.
He sees all the broken pieces I’ve smashed together with sheer will and says that they’re not only enough, but what he wants. There are no words that capture all that. No neat little box I can package this feeling into and show him how much it means to me.
But then, I don’t have to. He can feel it, too.
His eyes are tender and open as he dips down between my legs.
He flattens his tongue against me in a long lick from opening to apex where he makes three quick, side to side flicks.
My thighs clench and I moan feverishly. He does it again, and again, entering a worshipful rhythm that quickly stokes my inner fire.
Breath comes in short, staccato pants now.
My vision pulses around the edges as I watch him groaning into my pussy, devouring it like I want, like I need.
Smoke pours from his nostrils on a long exhale.
He thrums my nipples with his tail tips and flicks my clit in time, playing me like some kind of instrument. And fuck, am I singing a tune for him.
His other hand cups my ass, repositioning me so the fingers that spread me open can slide inside me. The rhythm returns, each part of him moving in delirious synchronicity that makes me scream.
My wrists are aching from how hard I’ve been pulling on my binds. Despite my strength, he holds me in place and continues driving me with thrusts, licks, and pinches, all the way to the edge. I teeter at the perilous drop into ecstasy, my body clenched tight and my voice hoarse.
Waves of muscle-spasming pleasure crash over me one after another. My throat aches from the power of my scream, as if pure fire is barreling up from my chest. Rhaz groans into my center, his fangs pressing hard against my flesh as he flattens his tongue for me to ride.
My hips thrust up against his mouth with mindless abandon, skirting the edge of oblivion. As if the universe hears the challenge, the crest of another orgasm has me sucking down a desperate breath. I thought I couldn’t get any higher, but this peak transcends the physical.
The swell of bliss breaks upon me, and my astral presence explodes into the room.
I can see myself and Rhaz on the bed. I’m hanging in a space where one second can be a lifetime.
The room is full of my devotion to him, and his to me.
I can sense all the things we don’t say but mean with our whole hearts.
His gold aura draws me in, like a moth fluttering toward a pyre. I reach into him and find the place in his chest, the empty spot designed for me. It’s cold and dark, but when I touch it, light pours in, drowning the space in vibrant pink.
I know this is right. My second home.
With one last look at the moment suspended in time, I turn my thoughts inward, and burrow inside him.