Her hands trail along my hips, finding their way around to my ass. Her fingers dig into me as she pumps her head over my swollen length. Every eager pull sends another wave of heat crashing through me as she brazenly learns how to pleasure a man.
Learns how to pleasureme.
Every hiss and groan I make encourages her to suck harder. When her teeth accidentally graze me, she shifts and tries something new. Rapunzel is more than a quick learner—she’s also devious. This woman changes tactics. She moves off my cock to tease me. To lick her way up to the tip with light kisses until I want to toss her on the ground, rip off her chemise, and fuck her until the stone beneath us cracks from the force of my thrusts.
“I wonder.” She cups my taut balls. “Are these as sensitive as the rest of you?” With a guttural groan, I realign myself with her lips and thrust deep into her mouth.
And she takes it.
Rapunzel kneels there and takes everything I demand of her.
She’s not coy. Not calculated. There is an honest curiosity as she experiments with different ways to torture me. When the painful pleasure builds at the base of my spine, working its way to my balls, I grab her hair and hold her head steady. She also takes that, opening her eyes to stare up at me as I spill down her throat, gagging her.
Only once I empty every last drop do I release her hair and step backward, putting space between us. Allow her to spit out the excess and wipe her mouth. Rapunzel draws in the salty sea air, then directs those dazed eyes at me, and I swear on all that’s holy, she can see straight to my blackened heart. I tuck myself in my breeches, then I beckon her to me with a crook of my finger.
Rapunzel stands and has the audacity to shake her head. I lift a brow and extend my hand. Again, she denies me.
I drop my arm. “You deliberately try my patience?”
The infuriating woman takes her time in closing the distance between us. She has a way about her. Rapunzel is graceful. Each step fluid. Her hips sway with her hair floating around her like a golden cloud. It’s easy to see why the king would destroy his kingdom to gain her—magical hair or not.
Once Rapunzel is in range, I grab her. Spin us around and slam her against the ragged castle wall.
“What are you doing?”
I trace a finger along her plump bottom lip. “Anything I want.”
I kiss her throat just to sample the flavor of her flesh. That’s what I tell myself. But everything about this woman demands I take more. That I take all of her. But I hold back because although Wren said we could use Rapunzel however we want, Dax and I agreed to leave one part of her intact. To leave one part of her for him—even if it kills us not to take what she so exquisitely offers.
And my God, does she offer…
Rapunzel arches her back and buries her hands in my hair when I yank down the neckline of her chemise and suck the peak of her bare breast in my mouth. I’ve never heard another woman whisper my name as reverently as she does. It sends a chill racing up my spine. I kick her legs apart. Hitch up her skirt. Seek her warmth because I need to be inside her, even if it’s only with my fingers.
I stretch her, and Rapunzel grips my shoulders, crying out a lyrical mix of pleasure and pain. Panting, she rocks her hips in time with each thrust of my fingers up into her. She begs me for more. To go deeper. Harder. And I do. Giving her what she needs…
Until I don’t.
Because it’s more fun to tease, same as the devious woman did with me.
I withdraw my fingers and taunt her clit. Circle it and pinch it. Give her cunt a slap to shock the nerves. Torment her until Rapunzel squeezes her eyes closed. Covers my hand with hers and whimpers with frustration.
“Look at me, Rapunzel.”
She obeys, opening her eyes. “It…hurts.”
“Good.” I can’t wait for her body to strangle my cock when I’m inside her. “Remove your hand and keep your eyes on me.”
She obeys without hesitancy and grips my shoulders as I continue to torture her clit. Her lovely little cries are the sweetest music. When I slide my fingers slowly, so fucking slowly, inside her, she hisses in a long, hard breath. Her desire slicks my entry as I sink into her to the last knuckles.
“Just like that, Quinn. Please don’t stop.” She drips down my hand as I work her.
“When I fuck you, I’m taking your pussy and then I’m claiming your ass. You want that, don’t you?”
She nods, panting and grinding against the thrusts of my fingers. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“And you’ll beg me to fuck you harder.” I push in deeper. “Until it hurts so good, you’ll feel the stretch from my cock for days after I’m done with you.”
“Quinn…” she breathes. Stray strands of gold whisper across her face in time with her heavy breathing.
