Reiven #2
“No, love.” Satisfied with myself, I swiped my hands flat up her back as I stood, rubbing away traces of the word I wrote, but never the emotion. My voice pitched low, deep in my chest. “Face me, and if you don’t want those panties soaked in oil, take them off.”
While she took her sweet time obeying, I dipped my hands into the bowl to coat them again. Zephra tossed her hair over her shoulder to give me a perfect view of her breasts and fluttered her eyelashes. “They were already soaked, just not in oil.”
“Hm.”
Our lips met, soft at first. I rested my hands on her ass and massaged until she whimpered into my mouth.
Needless to say, my dick was already hard as iron, but her needy sounds ignited something deep inside me—I had to bite her lip to keep it contained.
I glided my hands away from her ass and up her stomach to coat her tits in oil, rolling the sensitive peaks of her breasts between my fingers.
She rested her hand against the bulge in my pants, the thin layer of fabric that separated us, infuriating. Breathless and blushing, Zephra cocked her head at me in that adorably fake-innocent way she had mastered.
“Did you like how the oil tasted, Blue?”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbled between kisses.
“Good. You’re not done tasting it yet.”
Spellbinding blue eyes locked on mine, heat and want and trust burning in her gaze.
A sly smile lifted the corners of her lips, exposing the gleaming tips of her fangs.
“Oh, really?” Her slender fingers made quick work of my trouser buttons, freeing me from the constricting fabric.
She dipped her hands in the bowl of oil, rubbing them together as she considered my body.
Wickedness hid in the sharp shine of her eyes.
“What did you have in mind?” Oil dripped from her fingers onto my chest, sliding down the ridges of my muscles like magma.
I captured her wrists, pulling her hands to splay across my chest, then guiding them down, following that trail of thick liquid lower and lower.
She let out a husky laugh, as if scandalized by the order she knew was coming. “You should sit on the bed. Please?”
Normally, I’d tell her no, that I’d been aching to bury myself down her throat, but she already said please. How was I supposed to deny her when she asked like that? I lazily dropped back to sit on the edge of the bed, ushering her over with a curl of a finger.
Zephra melted to her hands and knees and crawled to me, slowly, as if she wanted to savor my insatiable gaze drinking in her body’s deliberate movements. When she reached me, she paused and looked up. A wordless question.
I cupped her jaw. “I’m going to paint your pretty tongue, and you’re going to look me in the eyes when you swallow. Understand?”
“Yes, Reiven.”
The air between us crackled, desperate anticipation a brewing storm there in my bedroom. She wrapped her hands around my length, and—
Fucking Spirits, fuck.
The heat of her skin, her hands sliding up and down in tandem, her oil-slick fingers constricting around me like molten gold—all of it had me ruined at once.
Then she took the head of my cock in her mouth, and I had to grasp the sheets beside me until my knuckles went numb and bloodless.
Her tongue slid across the tip, circling it playfully.
Divine pressure replaced the tease as she sucked hard enough to make my head spin.
She gasped my name, half-formed sentences in between devastating dips of her head to engulf me with her mouth. “Rei—tastes so good—please let me—give this to you—”
Nothing compared to watching a fucking goddess like her worship me.
No wonder I had such an inflated ego. I leaned back, hands tangled in the sheets to keep myself from stealing control away from her.
A pesky thought hit me, that she was usually not this eager unless she was up to something, but I couldn’t focus enough to let that thought have more than a moment.
Her lips twitched into a smirk, and a second later, a cruel shot of pleasure jolted through me from where she gripped my cock.
I grunted in surprise and instinctively reached for her hair, but she dodged and sent me another electrifying burst of pleasure.
She rarely used her Siren powers with such intensity; it almost felt like she meant to… make me embarrass myself.
“Zephra.” My voice cracked just saying her name. Damn. “Don’t even think about—”
“What? Aren't you going to paint my tongue?”
I clenched my jaw. “Faster.”
Oddly obedient, she increased the pressure of her lips, the pace of her movements, and the frequency of the pulses of pleasure.
My vision blurred. The need for release built inside me, deep and ravenous, intensifying to a point of furious desperation. Close, I was so fucking close. I gritted out her name one last time.
Then she stopped.
The pleasure bursts faded. Her hands slowed, then left my throbbing cock. The warmth of her mouth slid away with an unsatisfying pop.
I refocused on her, panting, nearly dizzy with frustration after being right on the edge and having that release fizzle out. It took a few seconds of staring at her smug expression for my mind to return to clarity.
She gave me another light lick, almost like an apology, but I was so sensitive it nearly hurt. “Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” She bit her lip. Curious, no doubt, how I’d counter her sassy little teases.
A dangerous smile crept across my face. “Get up here.” My voice was even despite the buzz of power skittering along my skin. I dug one hand into her hair, tugging her up and forward until she straddled me on the bed, that fanged smirk still curling her lips. “Do you think this is funny?”
“Maybe. Or maybe pissing you off just gets me hotter.”
“You have to work a lot harder than that to piss me off, sweetheart. But for the rest of the night—” With my fingers buried in her hair, I tilted her head at an angle and pressed my mouth against her ear.
I wanted her to feel the heat of my breath and every carefully controlled word I spoke.
“You’re going to be fucking good and take what I give you. ”
Zephra shivered.
In one quick motion, I flipped her to lie back on the bed, her hair spread out across my pillow. She hardly had time to chuckle before I crushed my mouth against hers, fierce and hot. “Arms up.”
She hurried to obey.
I stole what I needed from the nightstand drawer, painfully aware of the hunger in her gaze as it fell on the ribbon in my grip.
It was like what she used to tie her hair back, maybe a bit thicker and stronger; it had to be for my purposes.
I tightly looped the ribbon around her wrists and the curled iron bars of the headboard until she was ensnared, helpless beneath me.
I’d never take her trust for granted.
“I love you. What do you say when you want me to stop?”
“Tidepool. But I’m always safe when I’m with you. Never happier than when I’m under your power, Rei.”
Fuck, if she didn’t know exactly how to set my heart alight and turn me on at the same damn time.
“Good.” I dug my fingers into her thighs, pushing them back to spread her perfectly for me.
My cock throbbed to life again. If I wanted, I could shove inside her so deep from this angle, she’d gasp and whimper and shake within seconds.
And I did want to. But she needed to be tortured first, just like she did to me.
“Do you want me to fuck this sweet pussy until it’s sore and dripping?”
She nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.”
A different power flooded my veins, one I didn't have to keep reigned in. “Then beg for it. Once you’re a pathetic, pleading mess for me, I’ll fuck the last bit of that saucy attitude out of you.
” I clamped my teeth around the hardened peak of her breast, rolling the other between my fingers.
A cool, smoky breeze rustled the curtains before the patio door, giving me a brief reprieve from the heat radiating off my skin.
I slipped my hand between her legs, shuddering at the wetness intermingled with oil.
I rubbed circles around her clit, lazily enough to be infuriating; a trick of hers I didn’t mind using, as long as I managed to stay patient.