Forget beating him to death. I'm going to strap him to a bed and ride his face until he’s tongue fucked me into next year. And long after his jaw is sore and popping from the effort, I’ll make him do it again until I’ve come ten more times.
I’d have to pull his fangs first, but it’d be worth it.
Interest in us ebbs and people go back to their side conversations, allowing me the privacy to close my eyes and pant a little. I grip the side of my chair and Kai’s hand with the other.
The decadent scent of Kaison's cologne swirls around me, filling my senses making me want to give in even more.Somehow, his scent of leather and icy pines evokes a sense of safety in me that encourages me to let go.
No, that can’t be right. We have an alliance, but he isn’t safe. No matter that he stood up for me at the bar and is working to entrap his father to avenge mine. We are still at the core, enemies?—
Holy fuck bunnies on a pogo stick, I am going to come.
My teeth grit as my vision blackens, though my eyes are open.
Kaison’s gaze burns into me like a brand, daring me to react, to succumb to the escalating chaos he has orchestrated.
Desperation claws at me as I struggle to maintain a façade of composure, to keep from giving in to the maddening pleasure that threatens to consume me. As conversations carry on around me, I remain ensnared in a secret battle.
My inner muscles clench and flutter, pushing me closer. . . higher. . .
Kaison's gaze pierces through me, his grin growing wider with each passing second. The sensation between my legs intensifies, pushing me to unravel right there at the banquet table. I shoot him a warning glare, silently begging for him to help me escape this humiliating predicament.
“I think I need to excuse myself,” I say weakly, quietly.
“Are you sure you can walk?” Kaison asks with false concern. Underneath, he is brimming with mirth.
“Of course,” I growl. I begin to stand and the panties move to hit me directly on my swollen, sensitive clit and a rush of liquid escapes me along with a strangled moan.
“Oh dear, you better sit,” Kaison says, tugging me down. I’m unable to resist, now that I know there is zero chance I will make it to the ladies' lounge to finish this out in peace.
Thankfully, no one is paying attention to us.
When I hit the seat again, the vibrating part of the panties push into my most intimate needy bits and now it’s stuck there. I’m desperate for a finger, a dick to fill me up. Hell, I’d take the eraser side of a pencil as long as it penetrates me where I need it.
Oh fae lords, I’m going to come right here, right now, at the table of fairies.
A napkin dabs at my brow. “You're wet,” Kaison whispers, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of my neck.
My body listens to him, another rush of desire coating the panties and slicking my thighs.
Kaison’s other gloved hand falls to my leg, pulling it aside, forcing my legs open. They obey him as if he is master of my senses. The vibration presses tight directly on my clit piercing. The intensity jacks up so high and so fast, I become light-headed.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The pressure of the panties on my clit is almost unbearable, the sensation sharp and unrelenting.
Kaison seems to be enjoying my discomfort, leaning in until his scent surrounds me in a drugging cloud. “That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear. “Let me see you come in front of all these people, my gothic goddess.”
He breaks me.
My vision fogs as I come, internally shuddering, splintering, coming apart.
Breath hitching, the temptation to arch my back and scream out in pleasure is nearly unbearable. My eyes flutter as the pulsating vibrations from the panties continue to overwhelm me, dragging out my orgasm and pushing it to last longer than it rightfully should.
Kaison’s hand flexes on my thigh, agitation radiating through his fingers though the rest of him remains unchanged.
The vibrating panties slow their pace, releasing me from their grip as my body comes down from the edge.
Drawing in deep, ragged breaths, I manage to get some control over my body again. But fuck if my thighs and dress aren’t soaked now.
