58. Chapter 58 #4
"I know." His hand slid into my hair and gripped it, tilting my head back and parting my lips so they opened and angled towards his. "Tell me to stop." His thumb traced my lower lip. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will."
The bond hummed between us. Hungry. Demanding. But this wasn't the bond. The bond had never asked permission.
I bit his thumb instead until I drew blood. He moaned as I sucked it off. He lifted me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. My back slammed into the wall. He pinned me there with his hips, growling against my throat, teeth dragging down my neck as he ground into me.
I lifted my hips into him and rolled my head back moaning.
He grabbed me by the throat and smashed his mouth into mine.
His grip tightened around my neck—the loss of air intoxicating and I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me.
He drove the kiss deeper and deeper, grinding into me through our clothes in rhythm with each excavation of our kiss.
He pulled back leaving me panting and soaked with need.
My back was to the wall so he could use both hands, holding me up with his hips alone.
He slowly dragged my gown up each leg toward my waist, exposing them to the cold air.
Light touches on my inner thighs fed the fire building in my core.
He knelt down and hoisted my legs over his shoulders, his face inches from my heat and I was melting.
He pushed the fabric of my dress away and gently skimmed his lips and tongue down my inner thigh, getting closer and closer.
The need it was building felt so strong it may have been a new brand of madness.
When he reached it, he breathed hot air over my clit through my panties. I whined and squirmed uselessly. He pressed his tongue directly on my clit but over my underthings. Hard. A deep breathy moan escaped me and I arched my back, needing more.
Then that bastard drew back. I snarled, snapping my teeth at him. He laughed darkly and started the descent on the other thigh.
Again. Tortuously slow, grazing lips, teeth, and tongue ever so slightly, closer and closer to the apex of my need. When he was just a breath away—right at the highest point before he reached it…he bit down. Ruthlessly. I gasped and bucked, digging my hands into his hair.
“Fuck!” I tried to grind my cunt into his face to release the pressure. But he gripped my hips and pushed them back.
“Bad girl.” He tsked. And clamped his fangs around my cunt. Not enough to hurt—just the sensation of a steel trap holding me there until I whimpered.
Son of a fucking bitch he better use his goddamn cock after all of this I swear to the gods I will murder him and use it myself
He released and pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“I can hear your thoughts, little fox.” He spread my legs further.
I braced myself on his shoulders breathless.
He held my gaze and outlined my panties with his finger, barely caressing my folds, giving me nothing but frustration.
I growled and slammed the back of my head into the wall, digging my nails into the back of his neck. He chuckled. “Eyes on me. Now.”
My head whipped down to look at him. Still holding my gaze, he hooked his fingers through the underwear and ripped.
Then his mouth was on my cunt with full force.
I hissed and jerked at the sudden rush of euphoria.
His fingers gripped my thighs mercilessly and the heat of his mouth completely consumed me.
He was rippling his tongue over my clit in perfect rhythm, perfect pressure.
It was building, building. He slid two fingers into me and started hammering.
Hard. Hitting exactly where I needed him to.
I was going to gush all over him and orgasm at the same fucking time.
I moaned and thrashed and I could feel him smiling wickedly into me.
Then he increased the pressure both with his pounding hand and his tongue.
I bucked, screaming, snarling, and whipping my head back and forth, overwhelmed with the building sensations—then I detonated.
I suddenly felt weightless, like I was floating in a void.
But not a void of emptiness. The inverse of a void where it was all sensation. All pleasure and nothing else existed.
The fire from the orgasm was all consuming as it blew out of me.
All of me. The heat wasn’t just contained in my core but discharged through my entire body.
Guess that whole seven wells of energy and circuit trick had more than one perk.
Eryndor pulled back, a triumphant gleam in his eye as he took in the ruin he'd made of me.
Then he rose, lifting me with him until my legs slid from his shoulders to wrap around his waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
"I have wanted to worship you like this since the first time you bared your teeth at me. "
My breath hitched and I held perfectly still.
"I have held the weight of kingdoms." His voice was rough and he wrapped his hand around my throat and met my eye. "Nothing has brought me to my knees but you."
My heart was pounding against my ribcage and his face was still glistening from the evidence of my pleasure when we heard it. Screaming.
Distant at first. Then closer. Then everywhere.