Reiven #3
Zephra gasped, chest heaving—an almost innocent look, as if she hadn't just been tormenting me with her touch.
Her body responded as if thirsty for me, and her eyes—fuck, her eyes.
Glazed blue, so dark with sin, completely locked on mine.
They devoured me as I carefully inserted two fingers inside her.
My cock ached enough to rip a frustrated groan from my throat. I turned it into a growl, pumping my fingers into her roughly. “You know what I want to hear, Zephra.”
“Wh-what? That you have the biggest dick in the world?”
I snickered. “I love having my ego stroked as much as the next man, but no.” That adorable sass earned her a harsh, deep thrust. I curled my fingers inside her, beckoning her closer to that high she so cruelly denied me.
As usual, she kept up a facade of defiance that fractured at the merciless pace of my fingers. Her walls clenched around me, and she bit her lip, an unsuccessful attempt to silence a moan.
I left her empty and wanting.
Zephra’s thighs trembled. She fidgeted as much as the knots would allow, whining softly at me, wordless, pleading sounds.
I made a show of licking away the remnants of her intoxicating taste from my fingers while she strained against the ribbon. “What, Blue?” After a leisurely kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers, guiding my length close to her entrance. “I can tease you all night,” I lied.
“No, no, just—” Zephra’s words came quick and ragged. “Don’t make me wait anymore. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll be so good for you. Please, Rei, I need you inside me before I lose my mind.”
My muscles coiled tighter with each word. So much torturous waiting—for both of us. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I plunged inside her, groaning at the instant pressure, the unmistakable heat of her.
Tight as she was, her body conformed to my length perfectly.
Fire blazed low in my belly as I set a measured rhythm, deep and slow, though I wasn’t going to last long.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t either. I licked my thumb and put it to good use between her legs, circling her clit faster with each stroke.
Zephra smiled, relieved. “You make me feel so good. So loved, so safe.”
Her words shredded the final threads of restraint that held me together.
I pushed her legs back further. My thrusts turned furious, punishing enough to leave pretty bruises inside her thighs for me to kiss afterwards.
My focus narrowed to the fangs teasing her swollen lips.
Those trusting, gorgeous eyes. Her oiled tits bouncing with each snap of my hips.
Fuck.
The fire pooling low in my abdomen stirred. I exhaled a shaky half-chuckle, desperate to keep myself in check. But my mind went blank when she spoke in a sweet, soft voice that drove me to insanity.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” Her eyes widened. “I’m so close, Reiven, please.”
A guttural growl bubbled out of my throat, but I’d have thrown myself into the distant volcano before letting myself come first. My jaw clenched tight as I pounded into her without mercy.
I forced myself to linger on that edge, no matter how her whimpers morphed into frantic cries, or how her walls ruthlessly squeezed my cock.
Blind with the rhythm, the need, I seized the ribbon around her wrists. Flames released from my fingertips in a quick burst, incinerating the ribbon just like her nightdress.
Once she was free, Zephra dug her nails into my back.
Her release shattered through her muscles, convulsing around me, and I finally let myself go.
She cried out my name, and I groaned hers as warmth poured out of me in thick pulses.
I managed a last few thrusts to help her ride out her high before practically collapsing on top of her, panting, coated in sweat and oil.
I gently pinned her hands down against the pillow, smothering her neck and cheek with kisses, drunk on love and the scent of sea salt in her hair. “You did so well for me, Blue.”
“I’m so happy I’m yours,” she whispered, and the world outside my window ceased to exist. The dying flames in the fireplace went still and silent.
Mine.
She called herself mine. She loved me, she trusted me.
How did I get so lucky? I’d gone my entire life being told I was dangerous and to keep my power under control, but to her, I was a safe harbor.
Maybe I had fire and death flowing through my veins for the sole purpose of protecting her from a world that would rather keep us apart.
Beneath me, moonlight glowed in her eyes and made her lips and skin shine.
A vision of beauty and vulnerability that I would fight for until Hell claimed me.
If anyone dared lay a hand on her, all talk of peace treaties and alliances would disintegrate. No country would go unscathed.
That was my silent vow.
She brought me back to the moment with a soft hum. “Reiven, I can’t help but notice my tongue isn’t painted with anything.”
I smiled, casting a glance out the window at the crescent moon low in the dark canvas of midnight. Never had I been more grateful for that cool silver light. “Still plenty of time left in the night for me to make that happen, love. I’m not finished with you, anyway.”