Chapter 39 #2
She’d been through Fates only knew what. I knew the story wasn’t over. I knew she didn’t get naked by the tests Sabel had performed. Something more happened. Something between the news, her meeting with Lovel, and Rusor releasing her through the tunnels.
I had full intentions of figuring that out, but only after I’d reexplored every inch of her body and fed her to her heart's content.
As her hands glided up my chest, I spun her around, her back now pressed to my chest.
“Tell me, Princess, which part of you shall I taste first?” I questioned.
Using one hand, I gathered up her hair and pulled it up enough to see the back of her neck, Silvana’s words from all those nights ago echoing through my mind about my mark, knowing hers would match.
She stiffened as my finger ran along her skin. There on the lower side of the back of her neck where her hair had set, was a raven. The mark was a light gray and half the size of my palm. Its wings outstretched as if it were gliding along her skin.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to the mark, and she shivered beneath me, the tension releasing from her body.
“Perfect,” I mumbled.
One arm roamed down, wrapping across her chest, and I pulled her back against me. Letting my opposite hand sink down along her hip, across her stomach, my fingers glided as I went, leaving her shivering and arching against my hand.
“Please, Cedar, please give me what I want,” she whispered.
I ran my nose up the column of her throat. “You’ll get what I give you and you’ll love every moment of it, Princess.”
Sliding the arm across her chest up, I held my wrist at her mouth.
“Now, eat. Then maybe, I’ll give you what you desire.”
She leaned forward, her lips pressing a brief kiss along my wrist before her lips parted and her teeth sank into my skin. I groaned, my other hand finally dipping between her thighs and finding the bundle of nerves that sat there. Her hips bucked against my hand and she groaned as she drank.
“That’s right, Princess. I need both of you fed and happy.”
My fingers produced slow circles around her clit, her hips constantly arching, trying to urge me on faster than I was willing to proceed.
When she pulled away from my wrist, one of her hands came up to hold me still while she licked the remnants away. Her head fell back to my shoulder, her eyes closed, the expression of bliss across her face as she rode my hand.
“Please, Cedar,” she whimpered.
With my wrist free, I reached down and started running my fingers around her nipples, taking my time with each one. My ministrations slow and steady just like around her clit.
“Consider this slow torture payback for leaving me alone, Cora,” I whispered as I slid my fingers through her folds and sank two fingers inside of her cunt.
But I didn’t move, just holding them there, the palm of my hand pressed against her clit while my other hand began gently pinching and massaging her nipples.
She let out a breathless moan, unable to arch and grind against me enough to get what she wanted.
“Tell me what you want, Princess?”
“You,” she groaned once more. “Please.”
I pressed my hard cock against her ass, the material of my trousers brushing against her bare skin. Before I could ask, she reached behind her. Her hands clumsily undoing the laces to my trousers until she could begin pushing them down and out of the way.
She tried to turn in my arms, but I tightened my grip around her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I questioned.
“Cedar! Fuck! You know. You know where I’m going. I ate. I’ve been good. Please, please, please fuck me,” she pleaded as her hands came to grip my own, trying to loosen my hold around her.
I laughed, the sound brief but full against her skin. Releasing her, I sat down on the edge of the bed. My thighs spread as much as I could with my trousers around my ankles and my hands set behind me back as I leaned back comfortably.
She stared down at me, breathless.
“Take what you want, Princess. Show me what a good girl you can be when you come on my cock.”
She bit her bottom lip. Stepping forward, her hands on my shoulders, she gracefully lowered herself to straddle me.
“How long do you think you could go like this without touching me?” she asked quietly as she lowered herself down.
A hissed breath escaped me as my fists clenched around the blanket beneath us. Her soaked heat stretched around me and my eyes rolled back into my head. Remembering she asked me a question, I finally opened my eyes to meet hers once more.
“Not fucking long at all,” I groaned as she began rocking her hips.
Her delicate fingers danced along my chest and up towards my collarbones, and all I could manage to do was watch her. Her head thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as her hair swayed with her movement.
Everything about this female was perfect—her fire, her sass, her sharp-witted words, her kind heart and loyalty.
It was starting to dawn on me that I’d do anything to keep her by my side.
Kill whomever needed to die. Befriend whomever needed to hear kind words from me.
Whatever it took to keep our family safe, I’d do it for her.
And knowing my mark was there on the back of her neck had me aching to pull her hair up so the world could see it always.
It felt like such a contrast within my mind—the need to see her cry while she gagged around me, while also being willing to crawl across hot coals to worship her on my hands and knees.
Without another thought, I wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other went up her back until my hand rested on her shoulder. Holding her still, our eyes locked, and I stared.
“Use me, Princess. I need to feel you come around my cock. Now.”
Her breathing hitched, her heart rate speeding up as she began to grind against me. Her eyes began to close and my hand gently squeezed her shoulder.
“Eyes on me.”
I watched as they shot back open, locking with mine, and within moments she was clenching around my cock.
“Fuck, that’s right, Princess. Don’t stop. Show me how good it feels,” I growled.
“Cedar!” she gasped, her core fluttering around me as she came, my own release following closely behind her.
The eye contact didn’t end as she caught her breath, and I couldn’t let her go. I couldn’t bring myself to release her.
“I love you,” I found myself whispering.
A soft smile was what returned to me.
“I love you,” she replied, her hands sliding into my hair as her lips met mine once more.