Chapter 28 #3
“I’m not a little lamb.” I scowled at him just as he pushed my dress up and then smiled down at him as his surprised eyes lifted to meet mine. “As I said… I’m not a little lamb.”
“I can see that,” he purred, his smile feline as he stroked his palms up my inner thighs, slowly parting them, and shadows twined around my ankles to lift them and gently set my feet down on the arms of his chair.
His heated silver gaze held mine as he canted his head, as his fingers traced the sides of my pussy and my breath shuddered from me. “A sacrifice would be bound, no?”
“Not yet,” I breathed, shaking my head. “I want to watch you.”
His pupils bloomed to devour the silver of his irises, his lips parting on a shaky exhale.
“Very well,” he murmured, satisfaction rippling from him. “Watch as I devour you, Saphira.”
I was already so wet for him, so ready for him, that his fingers slipped easily over my flesh as he stroked me.
I moaned and sank back onto my elbows, staring down the length of my body to him as he dipped his head, his eyes still locked with mine, and delved his tongue between my thighs.
My blood heated, pulse racing as shocks of pleasure bolted through me with each brush and flick of his tongue over my clit as he feasted on me.
Another moan bubbled from my lips as he sank two fingers inside me, thrusting gently at first, just gliding them in and out of me as he devoured me, but as my pleasure built, those thrusts grew harder, faster.
Fiercer.
And so did his mouth.
He sucked and nipped at my flesh between firm strokes of his tongue, his eyes slipping closed as he drove me higher, robbing me of breath as I hurtled towards release.
I rolled my hips, greedy for more, seeking that one final flick of his tongue or stroke of his fingers that would send me over the edge.
I gasped as cold touched my burning flesh, as it trickled down my pussy and the scent of the violet syrup joined my desire perfuming the air.
Kaeleron growled as he set back to work, licking up the syrup he had poured on me, his free hand clamping down over my thigh to hold me in place as he feasted on me and his shadows tightening around my ankles, stopping me from squirming as more of that cold syrup dripped onto my skin.
He stroked his tongue up the length of me, catching every drop as he plunged his fingers into me, the flats of them rubbing that sweet spot that had me soaring higher still.
I tried to rock my hips, fighting his hold, unable to keep still as I stretched for release. It was so close.
I growled—loudly—as Kaeleron broke contact with me.
I lay there, breathing hard, on the precipice.
“I do not like to rush my meals.” He feathered his fingers along my trembling thigh. “Especially when they taste so delicious.”
“Bastard,” I breathed, feeling my climax slipping through my fingers as the pleasure he had built in me slowly faded.
His husky chuckle heated me right to my bones.
A soft moan escaped me as he dripped more of the syrup onto my overly sensitive clit, his gaze scalding me.
When it reached my opening, he pushed two fingers back inside me and lowered his head again, lapping at the syrup and my bud as he slowly fucked me with his fingers, sending me soaring again.
And when I neared my orgasm, the son of a bitch stopped again.
“Killing me,” I whispered, near mad with a need for release.
“That is generally the aim of sacrificing someone,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on it.
“Kill me faster then.” I looked down at him, on fire and feeling as if I might genuinely die if I didn’t come soon.
His answering chuckle rasped against my overheated flesh.
I moaned as he stroked me, as he sucked and tormented me, my head tipping back as he ruthlessly pushed me back towards that edge and I feared he would deny me again.
I squirmed, unable to keep still as his fingers slowly rocked into me, filling me and then leaving me bereft, and a combination of syrup and arousal slid down my backside, soaking into my dress.
“So delicious,” he purred and licked me, and I wanted to box his ears as he added, “I could feast on you all night.”
“We can do that,” I countered. “Just for the love of the gods make me come already.”
He mercilessly stroked me harder, teasing me with the thought he might let it happen this time, and then ruthlessly withdrew the second I neared that sweet crescendo.
“Son of a—”
My growled words ended in a howl of pure, mind-blowing pleasure that made me feel as if I was leaving my body as he moved between my thighs and entered me in one brutal and punishing thrust of his rock-hard cock.
My thoughts scattered, stars dancing across my eyes as my breath lodged in my throat and every inch of my body seemed to convulse on the waves of bliss that rocked me.
Shadows snared my wrists, pulling them above my head, pinning them to the table.
My chest arched upwards, breasts thrusting into the air because of the position, and I felt like a sacrifice as he held me immobile, his right hand splayed out on my stomach and his left gripping my leg, holding them open as he took me.
Hard. Rough.
The force of his thrusts into me shifted the table, making the legs scrape across the marble, as he towered over me, his shadows holding me prisoner as he took his fill of me, making me feel every inch of him.
His face twisted, a touch of darkness in it laced together with possession, with a look that said he wanted me to feel him.
He wanted me to know I belonged to him.
I moaned as he pushed me through one climax, riding the pulses of my first one, and sent me soaring towards another.
The sound of his hard breaths mingled with mine, our moans filling the room as his cock filled me, and I lost all sense of time, all sense of me.
There was only this wild, wonderful feeling that joined us, sweeping us upwards, hurling us together in madness.
Kaeleron threw his head back as he slammed into me.
And howled with me.