His wings rustle above me as he lets out a dark chuckle.
Pushing up from the mattress, I sit up on the bed instead. Draven moves with me when I place my palm on his muscular chest while straightening. Then he raises his eyebrows as I begin to twist us around until he is sitting with his back to the headboard instead. I keep my gaze firmly on his instead of looking up at the item we left hanging there before we left for the tavern.
“You were wrong before, you know,” I say while drawing my hands from his chest and up his arms, making him raise them above his head.
“About what?” he asks.
I kiss my way up his chest while I continue moving his hands up above his head. His eyes flutter and a moan escapes his mouth as I trace my lips along his collarbones and over his throat.
Then two metallic clicks sound.
Draven snaps his eyes open. Tilting his head back, he stares incredulously up at his wrists.
I smirk at him. “Youlook much hotter in handcuffs than I do.”
The handcuffs we left hanging around one of the decorations in the bedframe clank metallically as Draven yanks against his manacles. His golden eyes glint as he slides his gaze back down to me and teasingly warns, “Choose your next move very carefully, little rebel.”
“Careful? Me?” I flash him a villainous grin. “I hate to break it to you, oh Shadow of Death, but that ship has already sailed.”
“Is that right? Then?—”
A moan rips from his throat as I wrap my hand around his cock. Drawing my hand up and down, I smirk back at him as his eyes flutter and his wings twitch. They’re spread out wide on either side of him in order to fit between his body and the headboard, so he can’t move them away when I reach out and trace my fingers over the soft membrane at the same time as I jerk my hand up and down his cock again.
Draven throws his head back while the most delicious moans tear from his lungs. His wings flare and twitch, and he yanks hard against the handcuffs, as I tease my fingers over the two most sensitive parts of his body until he’s squirming against the headboard.
“Now, about that begging,” I bait.
Pleasure pulses in his eyes, and he has to blink several times in order to try to clear his vision as I continue my sweet torture. His chest heaves as he drags in highly controlled breaths.
“Beg,” I command, that devilish smile still on my lips.
Draven’s gaze at last focuses on me.
And when it does, a jolt shoots through my body.
A villainous smile spreads across his lips.
Then he yanks his hands apart.
Andshattersthe handcuffs.
I gasp as pieces of metal rain down from the headboard.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” Draven murmurs, his voice full of devilish promises.
I try to scramble back, but before I can so much as lift one knee from the mattress, Draven grabs me by the hips and rolls us over. While once again straddling me, he slides one hand up to my throat and the other down between my legs. His eyes glint as he locks his hand underneath my jaw, trapping me in placeagainst the mattress, while his fingers brush over my already throbbing clit.
A moan escapes my lungs as pleasure crackles up my spine. Draven just rubs my clit again, drawing another gasp of pleasure from my lips. My hands shoot up and wrap around his forearm. But I’m so thoroughly outmatched against his strength that I couldn’t move his hand away from my throat even if I wanted to.
I squirm underneath him as he keeps me trapped there while teasing my clit with expert precision. Desperate moans drip from my lips as he brings me closer and closer to an orgasm.
The veins in his forearm shift as he flexes his hand around my throat. And when he speaks, his voice is low and hoarse.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
A ripple of pleasure rolls down my spine at the desperate need in his voice, and I draw in a shuddering breath before opening my mouth to bait him back. But before the first word can even make it out of my mouth, it’s cut off by a gasp as a tiny lightning bolt zaps my clit.
“Draven,” I moan as he teases his fingers over the exact right spot.
