Then she leans down to kiss my neck—and she bites me.
I swear the tiny spark of pain shoots my soul to Paradise for a second. Just like that, I don’t need a few minutes.
When she sits up to study her work, her eyes sparkle. “And your skin is so…markable.”
“Mark it, then,” I whisper once my tongue starts functioning again. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Just?—”
Maven’s mouth skims down my throat before she kisses me again, biting and sucking as I squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure. One of her hands brushes over my abdomen and chest,and when she teasingly pinches one of my nipples, I jolt as something new crashes through me.
Growing up, I felt like a glass object. The mirror image of my father, the unfeeling Frost heir, something perfect to stare at on a pedestal but never to touch.
I need that touch now—her touch. Brutally. Urgently. In the most intense way that I can possibly get it from my keeper.
“Can you…” I swallow, but I’m not sure how to word it.
I just know that I want…
Maven studies me as if trying to understand what I want. Then she arches a brow and gently drags her nails down my chest. I gasp and moan at the sharp sting.
“Hurt me more,” I whisper.
Maven’s gaze darkens in a way that makes my already-pounding heart try to escape. “You enjoy pain?”
My breathing hitches, my words coming out in a rush.
"Pain from you is just pleasure.” Then I realize something amazing and smile up at her. “And…you enjoy hurting me a little. Right?”
A soft smile crosses her lips, and she leans down, kissing me while her hands slip between us. I can feel her raise slightly and don’t know why until she delivers a firm, short slap to my heavy balls.
It’s an immediate injection of pain and pleasure. I swear, lightheaded with how much I love it.
“More than a little,” she confirms in a whisper, kissing my jaw.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan.
I want to ask her for even more, but then she rubs her soaked entrance against the tip of my cock, and I suddenly can’t breathe. She meets my gaze as if checking to see if I want to keep going.
I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I’m not inside her, so I grip her hips and drag her down, my cock plunging into her hot wetness as we both moan and gasp.
I thrust up into her just as she rolls her hips.
Fuck,she feels incredible. So wet and hot and tight.
Dear holy gods above.
Honestly, I shouldn't even be praying to them with how sinfully blasphemous my thoughts are right now.
Because now, I want to relish Maven’s body until she’s so overwhelmed with pleasure that she prays for me to stop. I want to spend every second inside this perfect pussy—fuck her raw on an altar and revere her the way she deserves. The others can watch until it's their turn. Maven enjoys us all worshipping her—and gods on high, I enjoy seeing her worshipped.
And I especially want more of her ferocity. More of the burning sting paired with mind-numbing bliss.
When she starts to really ride me, one of her hands twisting in my hair for that perfect dose of added pain, I bite one of my fists to contain myself.
“Wait, Maven,” I gasp. “Fuck.Slow down. I need this to last?—”
She slows, leaning down to kiss me. For a moment, we move at a languorous pace as my heart hammers against her chest and my hands brush over her perfect body, exploring. The sheer intimacy of being with her like this is the best godsdamned thing in my life.
Gently rolling until I’m on top, I wrap Maven’s arms around my hips and thrust harder, gritting my teeth against the mounting need to come. She moans and tips her head back, eyes shutting and mouth parting slightly, so now I get to watch how utterly fucking gorgeous she is as she comes again, shuddering and swearing softly.
