“You won’t hurt me.” Her palm lands over my heart.
I pull her ear to my mouth and whisper low and deep, “I want to violate you. I want to own every piece of you, fill every part of you, devour you.” My lashes flutter when her moan sounds too much like need. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll forget your purpose. You’ll forget you want to be free.”
Her fingers curl on my chest, digging into the leather strap.
“Then do it,” she breathes.
A growl rumbles in my chest. I lift her by her thighs onto the altar. My hands slide back down to her knees and part them a few inches, just enough to see. She gasps when I expose her cunt. I groan when I see it’s bare.
I thought I’d imagined it before—from high on the wall top. I thought the mask played tricks on me.
“Please, Flori. Run.” Weaker, softer, agonized.
Triumph flashes in her eyes, and I know I’m done for. It’s swiftly followed by the same look she always had when anyone told her what to do. Unbending. Unshakeable. Undeniable.
Deep down, she knows the truth. She hears it in the way I say her name, the way I look at her, the way I need her.
“Last chance,” I warn, voice low with animal hunger. “You don’t want this.”
Instead, she spreads her legs wider. The scent of her arousal hits me like a physical blow.
“You don’t know what I want.”
My control shatters.
I drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs. The mask’s silk digs into my skin as I lap at her folds, tasting her sweetness through the thin barrier. She cries out, back arching off the stone. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
Fuck me, I’m ruined.
My tongue lashes her clit through the mask. The fabric grows slick with her arousal as I explore every fold and crevice. She keeps making sounds of pleasure, keeps pushing my face harder against her flesh. I can hardly breathe. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. Growling, I try to rip the cursed mask from my face. It won’t budge. It’s like it’s glued to me.
“Oh Gods,” she pants. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Snarling, I obey. I feast on her, drinking in her desire like I’m dying of thirst. And I am. I’ve dreamed about this taste my whole life. She is sweeter than any nectar of the Gods.
This. This is what Kasaros warned me about.
“I’m not just forbidding you to take it off. I’ll make it so you don’t want to.”
The magic binds deeper, tingling through me and intensifying my need. It erases sanity. It ensures I’ll keep returning to this until I’m balls deep and roaring my release.
Somewhere, he laughs. He knows he’s won.
Not yet.
She grinds against my face, gasping and moaning. “Oh Gods, yes… like that…”
I spread her legs wide for my feast, find her clit and suck hard. Her thighs quiver against my head as she builds toward release.
“Dray… Drayven…” she pants. The sound of my name on her lips nearly unravels me. “I need more… more of…”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that spot. She’s so wet, so hot. I imagine how she’ll feel around my cock, all slick and tight.
“Come for me, Flori,” I groan.
Her inner walls flutter against my fingers. She climaxes, releasing a keening sound that echoes through the courtyard. I don’t stop lapping every drop of her release, wanting her sweetness to drench my mask for years to come. When I leave this Labyrinth, when I finally take it off, I’m going to wrap it around my fist and fuck it.
As her tremors subside, I rise slowly. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed as she looks at me. She’s never looked more beautiful. And she’s holding her thighs wide, message loud and clear.
