Chapter Twenty-One #2
His hands slide up under my shirt, calloused palms skimming my stomach. I arch instinctively into the touch, the mate bond purring under my skin. The hard line of his arousal presses against the small of my back, insistent and unmistakable.
“Sunset really gets you going, huh?” I twist in his arms, catching the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Not the sunset.” His teeth graze my earlobe as he lifts me onto the pagoda's wide railing, the hard wood cool through my jeans. “It's your contentment.”
I hook my ankles behind his thighs, grinning when his breath hitches. “Knew you had a service kink.”
“Guilty.” His fingers make quick work of my belt buckle. The clink of metal echoes louder than it should in the twilight hush. “Want to taste every inch of this contentment.”
Cold air licks my thighs as he strips my jeans down, tossing them somewhere behind us.
His palms skate up my bare legs, igniting trails of fire that have me gripping the railing.
When he drops to his knees, the devotion in his gaze steals my breath more effectively than the hundred-foot drop at my back.
“Eunho—”
“Trust me?” He nips the inside of my knee, shadows from the pagoda's roof slashing across his smirk.
I fist my hand in his hair instead of answering, yanking just hard enough to make his pupils blow wide. His growl vibrates against my inner thigh as he closes the distance, breath ghosting over damp lace.
The first swipe of his tongue wrings a curse from my lips that echoes across the garden.
Distantly, I register the clatter of dishes from Ruby Hall's kitchens, the murmur of voices carried on the evening breeze.
Eunho's hands clamp on my hips, holding me still as he licks a torturously slow path up my center through the fabric.
“Tease,” I pant, back arching off the railing.
His answering chuckle fans the heat between my legs. “Service requires thoroughness.”
The lace tears under his fangs. I barely register the sound over the blood roaring in my ears.
His mouth descends like a starving man offered a feast, all clever tongue and scraping teeth and rumbling purrs that make my toes curl.
The railing digs into my thighs, the city lights blurring into golden streaks as my grip on reality narrows to the relentless suction of his lips, the scrape of his stubble, the hot heat of his mouth.
Eunho's mouth burns hotter than any fire as he works me open.
I grip the pagoda railing until the carved wood bites my palms, the city's golden sprawl wavering through my blurred vision.
His tongue flicks mercilessly over my clit before plunging deep again, the dual assault of pleasure-pain making my thighs quake against his shoulders.
“Fuck, right there—” The curse fractures into a gasp as his teeth graze that hypersensitive bundle of nerves.
My hips jerk involuntarily, but his iron grip keeps me pinned against the railing's unforgiving edge.
Distantly, I register the dampness of his spit trickling down my inner thighs, the humid evening air clinging to every exposed inch of skin.
His chuckle vibrates against my core. “Mm,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue through soaked folds. “Sweetest fucking pussy I've ever—”
The words dissolve into a groan as I yank his hair hard enough to make his spine arch.
His answering nip to my inner thigh sends electric shocks straight to my clit.
“Less talking,” I pant, spreading my legs wider over his shoulders.
The railing creaks ominously. “Unless you want me to finish without you.”
Eunho's growl shakes the pagoda's foundation. Without warning, his mouth abandons my throbbing clit to trail lower. The first swipe of his tongue across my asshole steals the breath from my lungs.
“Shit—”
He hums against the forbidden rim, the vibrations ricocheting through my entire nervous system.
My nails dig at wood as his tongue circles tighter, probing gently before retreating to lave broad stripes back to my dripping core.
The dual sensations of warm wetness in unthinkable places and the cool evening breeze on exposed skin makes me lightheaded.
“Please,” I whimper before I can stop myself, unsure what exactly I'm begging for.
His fangs graze the swell of my ass cheek. “There she is.”
The praise liquifies my bones. I barely register him standing until his hands clamp around my hips, spinning me to face the hundred-foot drop.
The city lights blur into golden streaks as he yanks his jeans down to his knees.
Cool night air kisses my bare ass an instant before the searing heat of his cockhead presses against my entrance.
“Already?” I rasp, arching my back in invitation.
His laughter ghosts across my back as he leans over me. “You just came twice.”
The blunt head breaches me in one brutal thrust. My scream scatters birds from nearby trees as he sheathes himself to the hilt, the stretch bordering on painful. His groan rumbles through my spine, hands spanning my waist to hold me still as he adjusts.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he pants against my neck, hips making tiny aborted thrusts. “Like you were made for this cock.”
I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a strangled curse from his lips.
His snarl sends delicious chills down my spine. The first proper thrust drives the breath from my lungs, my chest bumping against ornate woodcarvings as he sets a punishing pace. Each snap of his hips slams me against the railing, the mingled pain and pleasure making stars dance behind my eyelids.
A hand snakes between my legs, and I toss my head back as Eunho's expert fingers find the bud of nerves and roll it, pinching lightly.
The world narrows to the vicious snap of Eunho's hips and the merciless circles he's rubbing against my clit. My thighs tremble where they're splayed over the pagoda railing, the city's golden glow swimming in my tear-blurred vision.
“Fuck—Eunho, I can't—”
His breath rasps against my ear. “You can. You will.” His teeth scrape the hinge of my jaw. “Gonna come all over my cock while I brand you proper.”
Distantly, I think perhaps Dohwan's taunts might've gotten to him more than he let on. Maybe that's not a bad thing.
The hand at my clit disappears. I barely have time to whimper before he's yanking my collar down. Cool night air kisses the half-healed bite on my shoulder—Dohwan's claim barely scabbed over.
Eunho's tongue swipes the tender flesh. I jerk against him, the dual sensation of wet heat on wounded skin and his cock pistoning into my dripping cunt short-circuiting my nerves.
“Pretty marks,” he murmurs, tracing the punctures with calloused fingers. His next thrust knocks a sob from my throat. “Bet I can make prettier ones.”
His fangs sink deep before I can process the threat. White-hot pleasure-pain sears through every nerve ending. My back arches violently, a scream shattering the air as my pussy clenches around him in ruthless pulses.
Eunho groans like a wounded animal, his hips stuttering.
I feel the hot spill of his release as his jaws lock tighter, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth from where I've bitten through my lip.
His arms band around my waist, crushing me against his heaving chest as we sway dangerously over the hundred-foot drop.
When he finally unclenches his jaw, his tongue laps apologetically at the ragged wound. “There now,” he pants, nuzzling the bloody punctures. “That's a proper claiming.”
I slump against the railing, every muscle liquefied. The city lights below blur into golden smears.