The matching bra to the panties was three times as much, and there was no way I was paying it, so…no bra. The air whooshes from Rhaz’s lungs and he takes a step back. The outline of his cock is hard and thick in his trousers.
He whispers something that sounds like a curse, or a prayer—maybe both—as his eyes run the length of my body again and again. I’m so horny I could probablythinkmyself to orgasm at this point. I need him to touch me. I want him inside me.
I bite my lip and arch my ass higher, the heat of his stare making my core ache. The muscles in his jaw flex. He blows out the tiny nub of candlestick, then walks around behind me.
I look between my legs and watch as he carves a space out of the obsidian platform behind me. He grabs my thighs and growls as he shoves his face into my center. I yelp at the sudden aggressive contact, but the second he starts licking, the switch in my body flips. I’m already so close to the edge it’s embarrassing, and that embarrassment makes me even hotter.
“God, Rhaz, I’m going to come,” I cry.
He sucks my swollen clit between his teeth and runs his tongue over it from side to side. It’s my undoing. I scream as the orgasm punches through my gut and into my lungs. I pull on my hands and flex my legs, trying to curl in on myself and stop the onslaught, but it’s useless. He keeps sucking and stroking. The pleasure is overwhelming. I’m too sensitive.
The wax crackles on my ass as Rhazan takes hold of each cheek. I can’t squirm away from him like this. His tongue thrusts into my opening and his chin rocks against my clit. The intrusion makes me gasp. He groans into me, making everything vibrate. The shift in friction has me screaming again, another orgasm rocking me to the core.
He doesn’t stop. I’m so sensitive now his attention almost hurts. His hand comes up to my inner thigh and he pulls away. I gasp for air, grateful for the break. But it’s short lived.
He pushes a finger into me and I clench around it. Fuck, it’s so much bigger than my own, and it has me right back at the edge.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, please.”
“What is it, Jiahui?” he asks, his voice loaded with satisfaction.
My legs are quaking, and I know I’m seconds from collapsing, or imploding.
“I want,” I say, my voice shallow from panting.
His lips ghost over my back. “What do you want?”
My arms tremble as I look over my shoulder at him. “I want you to come.”
His eyes blaze with orange and the scars littering his chest brighten.
“I want tomakeyou come,” I reiterate, my body in a full-on spasm as his finger drives into me.
He licks his bottom lip into his mouth and I catch the glint of his fangs, reminding me that ademonhas me on all fours, finger-fucking me. It doesn’t matter what he is. He’smine.
The platform begins to shift again, and I yelp as he pulls out of me. My muscles fail and Rhaz catches me, looping my chained arms around his neck. Our lips meet and he groans. He tastes like me and I think I like that, knowing that I’m on him, in him.
I try to wrap my legs around his waist but they’re so weak I can’t. The platform rises to meet my ass and Rhazan shoves my dress under me. I pull my arms over his head—which is a feat with those horns—and dive for the button of his pants.
Our passion turns frenzied. The wax on my back crackles and flakes away as we move, mostly me flustering with his damned belt since my wrists are still bound. He brings a hand down to help me, and together, we free him of his pants.
I look down between us and take in the even tighter outline of him under his briefs. Fiery lines of power zip from his navel down to his groin, and the glow of it makes the material slightly transparent. I salivate at the silhouette of him at the same timeI question my sanity. Can I take him? I haven’t had anything bigger than a few fingers in me.
He hooks his thumb in the band and thoughts for my sanity float away.
I willmakeit work.
twenty-four
And for Dessert, Buns
The flaming scars stop just above his pubic bone. Instead of hair, his mound is covered in textured skin that looks like one of those exfoliating massagers. I rub the backs of my knuckles over it and the hairs raise on my arms at the tickling sensation. His cock jerks, slapping against my clit, and I whimper.
His shaft is red like the rest of him, and there are several nodules under his skin, like someone placed beads there. I drag the tip of my finger up his cock to one of the bumps and press gently. It gives some, but is still firm. What will that feel like going into me? Coming out of me?
My eyes move up his shaft to his head laying against me. It’s lighter pink than the rest of him with a wide flare and a thick slit. Precum glistens there, teasing me. I swipe my finger over it and he hisses in a breath. I bring my fingers to my lips and taste him.Salty heat, with some undertone of herbal earthiness. It might just be my new favorite flavor.
“I apologize,” he murmurs.
