I press my thighs together to try and steady the pulsing between my legs.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“Yes,” I pant through ragged breaths.
Without taking his eyes off me, he unfastens his belt and pulls his trousers down.
“You’re so fucking wet, angel,” he tells me. “You’re ready to take me. Now spread your legs and get ready to come again.”
I hook my hands under my legs and pull them apart.
“Look at you—you’re fucking glowing.”
I salivate as he pulls his cock from his boxers and fists his length while sliding three fingers inside me.
“Fuck.” I bite my lip as he thrusts his fingers until they’re soaked.
He removes them, then slides his cock in, slowly at first, spreading me with just the tip before plunging his full length deep into me.
The room blurs. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he pulls his cock out and switches back to his fingers. He pumps them fast and hard before replacing them with his cock, his movements now slow and deep.
It’s fucking torture—delectable, addictive, and fucking moreish torture.
“I want your cock,” I tell him as he swaps again and fucks me with his fingers.
“I know you do, and you’ll get it. All of it. You just need to be a good girl.”
His fingers linger before his cock goes back in, and I raise myself onto my elbows to get a better view of him. “Please, just fuck me.”
He rubs at my clit, and I let myself fall back onto the bed, the pleasure too much for me to be able to hold myself up. His movements are deliberate, drawing out each thrust, each dip of his cock so that I’m snowballing into a frenzy, clawing at the bedsheets and trying to thrust my hips against him. I feel like a cat in heat, a feral rage consuming me.
“I want it hard. I want it fast. I want you to pin me to the fucking bed with your cock,” I demand, holding him with a stone-cold stare.
He just grins at me. “Be careful what you wish for,” he tells me, his fingers brushing against my clit so gently, it makes me shudder.
His cock is inside me but barely moving, his rigid length pushing against my inner walls, spreading me, filling me. He kneels forward slightly, stops halfway inside me, and looks down between my legs before spitting onto my clit and then rubbing it in with his fingers.
Black spots dance before my eyes. Rolls of pleasure crash over my entire body as my orgasm swells.
“Hold on, angel,” he says as he grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed before thrusting into me with such force, I swear I feel it against my back teeth.
And I get my wish.
Hard and fast.
My eyes water.
“Oh my God!” I barely get the words out as I’m pinned to the bed, my body consumed by him and his cock, his relentless fucking filling me, claiming me, and breaking me until I come undone, my body limp, my resolve gone, my world altered forever.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
I rakemy fingers through the soft curls of my hair, cursing myself for not putting on my new silver dress before I’d done my hair and makeup.
Light bounces off the full-length mirror, making me look like a model standing under a spotlight, promoting a new range of white underwear. I look the picture of calm, yet inside, my nerves are in overdrive.
It’s been a week since my brother was reunited with Annabel Lee and I was bonded to Valdemar. And in that week, we haven’t left each other’s side, taking the time to get used to our new-found bond. It didn’t take me long to work out how to block his thoughts, a much-needed skill when I returned to work, but it’s been a comfort knowing he’s there even when he isn’t with me.
We’ve talked about the future of the Raven Hands, where we see the group going, and what we would like to change, the first and foremost being the recognition and induction of all the women with gifts. We’ve arranged a formal dinner this evening at Corvus House for me and Valdemar to disclose our Blood Oath and the fact that we’ll be running the Raven Hands together as a team.
