His fingers stopped at her waist, and in one swift move, he ripped her nightie down the middle, making her gasp. His fingers continued their perusal, caressing her skin.
She wouldn’t survive this if he didn’t fuck her soon. Skimming over her breasts, he lightly brushed her hardened nipples.
“I am going to devour you in every way,” he promised. “You will wake up screaming my name, and all you will think about tomorrow is my tongue on your body, my cock filling you, and this.” He grabbed her chin and yanked it so that she was facing him as he descended on her. As his tongue demanded entrance, his hand slid to her throat.
She felt him squeeze the sides of her neck as he continued to fuck her mouth with his own. His hand squeezed harder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her lightheaded.
Her back bowed slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips. He pulled back, loosening his hand, and ran it down her breastbone, staring with such heat that she thought she would burn alive from it. “What did you want to show me before I take you?”
As the fog cleared from her brain, she licked her lips. “Take off your pants and stand by my head,” she instructed. He obeyed, and when his erection was even with her head, she slid on her back to the edge and hung her head over the side.
His eyes darkened, and he ran his thumb across his bottom lip. The gesture was so familiar that it made her miss him more. Clearing away the emotion, she reached her hands over her head, grabbing his hips as she opened her mouth and pulled him forward.
“Not yet,” he murmured and grabbed his sleep pants, rolled them up, and slid them under her neck as a cushion. She grabbed him again and opened.
Understanding, he wrapped his massive hand around his cock and guided the tip into her mouth. She learned to deepthroat this way, and the need to take him in her mouth was overwhelming. She sucked him in, and his head fell back with a deep groan that had her rubbing her thighs together.
Catching the movement of her lower body, he leaned forward, gently pushing in and out of her mouth, and spread her legs wide. With his height, it was nothing for him to lower his head to her core and give her a long lick.
Bucking her hips, she gagged on his cock as it pushed into her mouth. Her hands squeezed his tight ass as she sucked harder, trying not to lose her mind as he lazily ran his tongue all over her pussy.
She pulled him forward as she sucked hard, gagging again, and he cursed against the skin of her inner thigh. It became a competition as he dove in, pushing his tongue into her and rubbing his chin against her clit. One of his hands held her left thigh while the other braced on the desk.
His tongue left her opening and ran along her sensitive skin before his mouth covered her clit and sucked. She whimpered andlifted her hips for more friction. His heavy balls tightened against her face as his cock throbbed. He was close, and so was she.
Something like a growl rumbled from his chest, followed by a deep moan. She sucked harder, and her pussy clenched. Straightening slightly, he hooked both hands under her thighs and pulled her hips off the desk, allowing him better access.
She jerked as her orgasm crashed through her, crying out against his cock. As her body convulsed, he gently laid her hips down and stood to grab her head on each side. “You’re doing good, baby,” he praised as he pulled out slowly before pushing back in.
“Did you daydream about this?” His hand caressed her throat. “Have you been waiting to fuck me in every way possible, waiting to taste me?”
Throwing his head back, he groaned. Moving one of his hands to protect the back of her head, he pumped faster. “Fuck, your mouth is beautiful.” He thrust deep, and her eyes watered as her grip tightened around him. His wild eyes found hers. “Open wide, Miss Raven. I want to hit the back of your throat as you drink everything I give you.”
She did as she was told, and he thrust deep as his cock swelled. Before long, his hot cum coated her tongue, and she struggled to swallow with his dick still filling her mouth. His thrusts slowed, and his hand moved to cup her jaw. “Seal your lips around me.” Closing her lips tight, he slid out bit by bit. “Clean me,” he murmured with his eyes glued to her mouth.
She intended to run this show, but there was a certain thrill to his domineering persona in the bedroom.
Or on the desk.
He traced his eyes over her body. “I am going to fuck you hard enough that you’ll be sore when you wake up,” he promised, but as he moved around the desk, the room shimmered.
A string of curses left his lips. “We will pick up where we left off tomorrow,” he promised and kissed her. “Time to wake up.”
Rory rolled over and groaned,aching for another release. Their soulscape felt real, and had Caius left marks on her, she’d check to see if they remained.
If luck was on her side, tonight, he would.
But even lust couldn’t stop the pain in her heart. She forgave him, but the fact remained that she was here while he was there.
Focusing on the issue at hand was impossible because her chest tightened at the loss she suffered and the opportunity she gained. Seeing her friends and family again was a sweet torture. Mere weeks ago, she would’ve given anything to be here, but now that Caius forced them apart, she wanted to go home.
She vowed to find her way back to him that night, and killing Gedeon was the last thing on her mind, despite what everyone thought. They promised to kill him together, and she intended to keep that promise.
How would she get back? Caius didn’t mention his sister often, but when he did, they weren’t on the best of terms. Could Rory plead her case and convince the Scales of Justice to send her to Vincula?
If theRoyalrefused, did that mean Adila was helping Gedeon? How could she call herself the Scales of Justice when she offered none the day she locked Caius away?
Justice bloomed from empathy, but injustice fueled the need for blood.
