She could feel the smile on his lips against her her jaw. But he stepped back, and wind swept over her neck as she knew he removed his shirt behind her. Her heart began to thud again. She forced herself to search for the belts and not peek over her shoulder, knowing as soon as she did that she might come apart at the sight of the ravenous Venari King she knew would be staring at her.
The subtle noise of iron clanking caught her ears. She paused, suddenly remembering where she’d left the braces upon her taking them off after the Belwark trials.
Over the accordion screen by her tub.
She willed her breaths to even as she turned, and her chest caved upon seeing him. The firelight reflected off the ripples of his chest, shadows settling in the crevices and scars across his torso and arms. He toyed with the small belts in his large hands, hair falling over his left shoulder and shrouding the left of him in darkness, only allowing the light to find the right side of his face.
The buckles were undone, and he lifted his darkened eyes to meet hers.
Leather snapped when he pulled them taut between his hands. The noise of it made her jump and caused the beat of her heart to flee.
“Come here.”
Fucking Infi.
She forced a deep breath to enter her lungs, and her feet led her the rest of the way to him, pausing and lifting her chin to meet his downward gaze. His head tilted, eyes traveling over her with a raised brow. And then his lips pressed hard to hers. She almost stumbled backwards, but his arms caught her. He pulled her flush against him. She felt the cold of the buckles in his hands through the dress. But he tossed them sideways, and his hands dug into her back, the fabric of her dress stretching beneath the weight of his grip. As his mouth moved to her throat, she heard the cotton begin to rip. His teeth bit at her skin, making her knees weaken, and cold air rushed around her as one of her favorite day dresses was ripped in half and tossed beneath her feet.
She opened her mouth to say something, but her arms were seized in his hands. She was lifted stiff off the ground and then shoved onto the edge of the bed. He towered over her, hand on her cheek. Her face sank into his palm as her mouth opened at the sight of his dominating figure over her. The temptation of touching his already elongating length made her muscles whimper. She reached out, wanting to feel him in her hands, but he grabbed her wrists just as her fingertips grazed him.
He bent low, hands pressing into the bed on either side of her, and she almost fell into the mattress. His breath rasped against her skin, and she thought he might kiss her, but instead he grabbed the leather belts from beside her that she’d not even seen. The leather breezed over her thighs when he straightened, and he pulled her hands in front of her.
“What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked as he deliberately began wrapping the thin belts around her wrists.
A short breath entered her lungs, her thighs squeezing at his touch. “Does that matter?” she breathed.
Her wrists were forced together hard, and a brow raised on his face as he tightened and fastened the belts.
“It matters in that I should know how much you’ll need to use your legs.”
A small smile crept up onto her lips, and she bit her bottom lip upon meeting his eyes. “You once promised to fuck me fitly into oblivion,” she dared. “So I expect to be railed vicariously over the Edge.”
A quirk of a smirk pressed onto his lips, rising to his eyes, and the smolder that settled in his features made her breath arrest.
—He shoved her backwards into the bed.
She hardly had a moment to register it. His lips were on hers, and her bound hands were thrown over her head onto the pillows. He seized her wrists in his hand, and for a moment she forgot she was bound. The desperation in his kiss made her head spin, her legs bend around him. His free hand wrapped around the back of her thigh around his waist. She groaned upon feeling his length against her thigh.
But then he stood on his knees over her and pulled her up hard by her hands, forcing her arms over his head. Her legs latched around his waist. Open hands gripped at her bottom, fingers splaying over her flesh. It was the hard smack of his hand against her skin that made her moan into his mouth.
He moved, and her back hit the mattress again, higher on it this time. He removed himself from beneath her arms and reached over to the table. She watched as he whirled his knife between his fingers over her, eyes lit with delight.
The blade was jammed between the buckles of the belts and into her headboard, locking her arms in place over her head.
The smirk on his lips made her entire body whimper.
He bent low, and she craned her neck up, wanting to feel his kiss on her lips. But the tickle of his fingertips ran up and down her sides, until one hand was around her throat, and he smirked against her mouth as one of his thumbs stroked her trachea, and the other grazed her clit.
She felt her legs open wider, her hips move up against his touch as he teased her, staring over her and watching her as he tortured her. Jagged breaths drew through her lungs. She wanted to feel him between her legs, feel his length inside her, buried in her body.
But his hand pressed into her throat, and two fingers thrust hard inside her, and she fought for breath and composure. Her legs squirmed, hips shaking. The desperation of her insides made her feel ready to combust. He didn’t let up. Fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of her, the weight of his other hand burying her neck into the mattress. Her vision began to black, and she wasn’t sure what she would fall victim of first: her orgasm or a blackout.
—He released her throat. Desperate breath entered her lungs, but she couldn’t keep herself from succumbing to the ecstasy of his hand still inside her. He moved. Her arms strained against the belts over her head, and then she felt his mouth on her clit. The entirety of her body shuddered, and she melted as she came apart against his lips.
The brace of her hands above her made her body shake, as she was in dire need of gripping onto something and having to settle for the dig of her own nails into her palms. She was still regaining her breath when she felt him grab her ankles in his hands, and she opened her eyes to him on his knees below her, pants shredded off his body and his length taut. His darkened gaze danced over her still shaking body, and he lifted her legs off the bed in his hands, bringing her hips with it.
The torture of him filling her sensitive sex made her groan in a higher pitch than she was used to hearing of herself. He gripped her ankles tight in his hand, her hip in the other as he bent forward, forcing her legs straight and flush against his torso. Her body shook. His length hit something inside her with every slow stroke that made her whimper. And when he began to pick up pace, she forgot how to stay quiet. His hips hit her backside hard, over and over, the fill of him moving inside her making her chest constrict. She felt her arms and legs turning to liquid at the strength of her trying to deny herself release. Toes pointed. Nails drawing blood on her palms.
She heard him groan, and the next thing she knew, the knife was removed from the headboard. She sprang into action, thrusting her arms around his neck, sitting up, and kissing him hard. He slipped from inside her, and his arms wrapped perilously around her body. But she was only allowed the reprieve of his kiss a moment, for she was whirled in one movement onto her stomach.
