“Which is?” he asked, amused by her wanting to talk.
“Who taught you how to dance?”
Draven chuckled. “Funny story,” he replied, head hanging. “Nadir.”
Aydra’s mouth dropped. “What—no, really?”
“Along with a few of the Honest seamstresses,” he said. “The proper dances, at least. Blackhands have a different way of what they call dancing.”
Her eyes brightened, and his heart ached at the sight of it.
“Tell me more.”
He smiled at the look on her face as she pulled him forward with her.
He would follow her anywhere. In this life and the next. Even if it meant walking with her into the next one.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
NYSSA LOVED SUCKING Nadir’s cock.
She liked gagging and stretching her mouth to fit over him. The challenge of taking him in wholly before she began to choke and drool. And for once, she wasn’t embarrassed by her own noises.
Nadir encouraging and talking to her made her feel confident. His constant telling her how delectable she looked on her knees and bent over while she devoured him. How he would slap her ass and grab it so hard she began to whimper. Once, he’d held his hand around her throat while she’d taken him deep. She’d nearly choked on her own spit as she dizzied, but then he’d pulled back and allowed her a breath before tucking her hair behind her ear and telling her how good of a Princess she was.
She loved that. His words and actions prickled every hair on her body and she wanted more.
Neededmore.
She could have devoured him for hours, just listening to him beg for her to end him. Needing that taste. Or perhaps it was that sucking off the icing from his body had made her dripping herself. Either way, once she was done, he’d promised to make her pay later for her teasing him, and she couldn’t have been more delighted about it.
She loved the noises he made while she went down, the way he whispered her name and cursed in the same breath. How his long fingers played and yanked in her hair while she moved up and down his length, savoring the salty taste of him. She liked running her fingers over his abs, feeling them contract with every gasp of breath. She liked looking up and watching his head sink back and his expression scrunch with pleasure as she teased him. And when he spilled down her throat, she loved licking every drop of cum from him, continuing to suck on him until he jerked and flinched.
She had always enjoyed the act of bringing a man to his end, but bringing Nadir to his… It was different from the other idiots. The way he said her name and worshiped her after… It made her want to explore that bit of herself she’d always wanted to. To trust a man enough to let her play and fulfill all the fantasies she’d ever had without judgment because of who she was.
The last time she’d spoken of such fantasies, the man had called her scandalous and told her such were not fit for someone of her status. It had utterly embarrassed her, and she’d not dared to speak of such since to another man.
But with Nadir…
There weren’t enough hours in their final day together for her to fulfill every fantasy. She wanted him to blindfold her and strap her to the bed with the tulle he’d found. She wanted him to command her on her knees and make her beg. She wanted to keep making him squirm when she sucked him off so that he would finally punish her.
Fuck, she wanted him to punish her so badly. She wanted to be bent over his knees and—
She gasped, her thoughts interrupted, as he dribbled icing on her stomach.
It washot.
So hot that every drip down her stomach made her wince with pain and desire.
“Stay still, Princess,” he whispered, a hand on her hip. She met his gaze as he continued, seeing how predatory and pleased he appeared to be. “You’re going to make me blister you if you keep moving. Don’t make me tie your feet too.”
She was on her back, hands tied together above her head with that tulle—one fantasy fulfilled.
She couldn’t help rocking against him as he licked the icing off. First on her front, making her sticky with it dripping on her nipples and between her folds. He devoured her body. Worshiped her body. Even after she came once from his tongue, he flipped her over, and he dribbled that icing on her ass. She realized he’d kept it warm near the fire, and by the time he used it over her backside, it was almost scorching. Making her flesh red with every dribble down her spine to her ass.
On her widened knees, with her arms stretched together in front of her, face buried in the mattress… Every lick of his tongue made her groan. On her flesh, between her thighs, between her cheeks—a new sensation she hadn’t been prepared for. His fingers slipped inside her, thumb stroking her clit and the two digits moving in and out, as he licked her ass. Her entire body limped at the feeling of it.
He fucked her from behind slowly after she came the second time. Every thrust was deeper than the one before. With deliberation and smacks on her ass that made her whimper until she couldn’t help herself from coming again all over him, unable to control her own movements and pleasure.
