His eyes fluttered, and he sat down. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
I loosened the belt on my robe and exposed myself to show him how serious I was. “Please.”
“I’ll not do it.”
When I saw he was serious, I beat my fists against his chest. “You fanghole! You don’t love me—you only love yourself. Why did you even come for me? Why didn’t you just leave me there? This is torture. Is that what gets you off? Watching me suffer?”
He tenderly tucked a swath of hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry you’re vexed, but I’ll not take you in this condition. You’re not yourself.”
“Get out.”
“I’m not leaving you here alone. Of that you can be sure.”
Incensed, I shut my eyes. Sexual images flooded my mind, and all my anger floated away in a bubble. I forgot Christian. I forgot the hotel. I forgot everything. All I wanted was to release all this desire. My fingers slid between my legs, between and inside the wet folds. With my eyes closed, sexual images and sensations consumed me, and I experienced each encounter as if it were actually happening to me. I felt the warmth and tingling of a mouth sucking my nipple, and it was so real. In one scene, I was on all fours while a man pounded me from behind. His hands were on my hips, controlling the rhythm. Suddenly I was in another scene where I was a man lying on my back while a woman sucked on the head of my cock. I could have never imagined what that felt like, but now I knew. The throbbing ache, the sensitive nerves, the wet warmth all around. Then I was riding on top of a man made of muscles and chest hair. I could smell his sweat and feel the coarse hair between my fingertips.
As I chased my orgasm, I realized I was never going to get there. No one climaxed in the fantasies; it just kept shuffling from one sex act to the next. Frustrated, I opened my eyes to Christian in the corner chair, watching me. He gripped the armrests, his fangs fully extended and his eyes hooded.
I whimpered. This pain was never going to go away.
“Open your legs,” he growled. “Wider.”
His textured words moved across my sensitive skin like the tassels of a whip. I bent my knees.
“Pinch your nipples,” he said next.
A pulse of desire shot through me like white lightning when I did as he commanded, and I realized it washisvoice I needed to hear. It washisface I needed to see. His smoldering eyes, his sharp cheekbones, and the raven tattoo that spread across his arm and chest like a cloak. My belly dipped at the sight of water glistening on his chest.
“I want my tongue… right there,” he growled. “Remember what it feels like, Raven? My tongue inside you, and then the secret bite that makes you scream.”
My breath hitched at the memory. The chair creaked beneath his grip as he steadily watched me. Tiny bursts of light shimmered around me, and I surrendered to them as my whole body tensed.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” he said, his voice rough and sexy. “Stroke it for me. That’s the way. Keep coming, Precious. The things I’ll do to you later you can’t imagine.”
I rode out my orgasm for as long as I could until all the energy melted away to nothing.
And that was only round one.
For the next two hours, Christian sat in the chair, coaching me through dirty talk, one orgasm after another.
* * *
Christian saton the edge of the bed and melted me with his warm eyes. “Do you feel up for coffee?”
I squinted at the light invading through the top of the heavy drapes. “What time is it?”
He crossed the room to the counter and fetched me a cup of coffee. “What happened to your Mage clock?”
“I think it’s fried after last night.” I propped pillows behind me and sat up. My robe was wide open, so I closed it and tried to comb my hair with my fingers. “How did you know I was awake?”
“I know the sounds your body makes when you sleep.” He approached the bed and sat to my left, the coffee cup in his hands. The way he was holding it would have burned anyone else’s palms.
I gripped the handle. “Hello, darling.”
“I know you like it black.”
I breathed in the delicious aroma before slurping it. Not exactly gourmet, but it was exactly what I needed.
“I never really understood the term blue balls until now,” he said matter-of-factly.
