“I don’t want to go back. To the hollow days when touching you was a privilege I could only dream of.” His voice is quiet and serious.
My heart throbs from his declaration. Jestin wasn’t my first, but he was the one who introduced me to sex. At least the world-shattering part of it.
He combs his hair with his hand, surveying me intently. I hold my gaze, and he bites his lower lip before an arrogant smile spreads, as if he’s deciding what to do with me—and finally settles on an idea.
He stands between my legs, and just when I think the anticipation will kill me, he kneels before me, placing his hands on my inner thighs.
What?
I am stunned at how beautiful he looks before me. I want him there. Always.
He doesn’t rush with lifting my skirt, while sand manacles restrict my ankles, spreading them.
My heart almost escapes my ribcage, but this time I welcome the feeling.
I am being presented in front of the entire Santorili court.
Adrenaline, excitement, vulnerability.
He caresses my thighs and I moan. Just like that. Exhibitionism and wine make me super sensitive.
So needy…you couldn’t even wait for me.I hear Aidon’s voice in my head.How generous, letting him worship what’s mine.
I sense his words have a double meaning, but my Fae wine-soaked brain has no ability to process it, so I forget the detail instantly, like every other important thing, and I give all my attention to Jestin, as he nears my exposed pussy.
Jestin’s nostrils flare. “I’ve missed that smell.”
His lips take their sweet time, trailing kisses up my thighs, deliberately skipping the one spot my body is aching for, driving me insane.
He reduces me to a clingy, whimpering mess with only one word on my mind.
More.
Then, when he pauses to soak up the sight of me trembling for him, he finally gives me what I’ve been yearning for.
His skilful lips close around my clit and I arch my back, luxuriating in the sensation. He slows down, drawing a gasp from my throat.
He teases again and again, finding the pace I need to edge towards orgasm, before slowing once more.
Over and over.
I cry from the torment. Desperately needing release.
A plea escapes my lips and he grabs my ass. I smell his excitement, like he’s barely able to stop himself from ripping my pussy raw, yet he keeps himself in check.
“Good girl,” Jestin purrs, his warm breath adding only more torment on my pussy.
I envythe bastard.Aidon’s mental admission almost throws me over the edge.You’re tempting me to join, little Queen.
I cry out, and Jestin finally dives in.
His hands clutch my ass, one daring to explore the entrance to my asshole. He circles the opening with the slickness dripping from my core.
I brace myself, anticipation burning through me. Jestin slowly slides his middle finger inside my ass, stretching the muscles, and I feel like I might shatter, if not for the hollow emptiness inside my pussy.
I need more.
Yet his lips are relentless, circling my clit with patience that never lets him cross the threshold.
