“You’re a fucking goddess,” he murmurs.
Fire sears through my veins, and I flash him a sly smile. “Then you should be on your knees.”
“For you, always.”
I draw in a short breath as he lowers himself to his knees before me. Placing his commanding hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs wide and exposes me completely to him. I gasp as he grips my hips and pulls me right to the edge of the throne. Then the gasp turns into a moan as Draven slides his tongue along my pussy and takes my clit into his mouth.
Yanking against my restraints, I squirm on the throne as Draven teases my clit with expert precision. His firm hands remain on my thighs, keeping my legs spread wide. I draw in a shuddering breath as he swirls his tongue around my clit before lightly scraping his teeth over it.
Pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Oh Goddess,” I gasp out.
Draven raises his head to look at me, taking his mouth off my clit. “I thought I already told you. Your goddess holds no power here.”
Moving his hand from my thigh, he draws his fingers over my clit instead before abruptly thrusting two fingers inside me. Pleasure spikes through me, making lights flash before my eyes.
“If you’re going to beg, you begme,” Draven declares, his voice low and dark.
He curls his fingers inside me.
A desperate moan rips from my lungs and I squirm furiously on the throne while pulling against the handcuffs. Draven just starts thrusting his fingers in and out while teasing my clit with his thumb.
Stars dance before my eyes, and pent-up need thrums inside me like a storm.
“Draven,” I gasp out.
He keeps fucking me with his fingers. “Yes?”
Pleasure shoots through me as he rubs my clit in the exact right spot. “Oh God?—”
“What did I just tell you?”
“Draven, please,” I moan, the words coming out as almost a whimper.
He smirks. “That’s it.”
His massive black wings are spread out on either side of him where he kneels between my legs. I yank against the handcuffs again. If I could just reach his wings, I could makehimbeg. But I’m thoroughly trapped and completely at his mercy, so all I can do is to squirm and moan as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm.
“Please,” I beg again.
“Please, what?” he baits, that smirk still in his voice.
“Please, sir.”
He keeps thrusting his fingers. I draw in desperate breaths as the pent-up pleasure inside me makes my whole soul vibrate.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” Draven demands, his voice hoarse. “Naked and handcuffed on my throne, begging me for mercy.”
My brain malfunctions as he suddenly pulls his hand back and stands up, leaving the building orgasm to fade before it could hit. Draven uses those moments of inattention to unlock myhandcuffs. Leaving them draped there over the spike, he moves his hand back down towards my body. But I’ve finally gathered my wits.
Shooting up from the throne, I grab the collar of his shirt and twist us around so that he has his back to the throne instead. Since he was leaning forward, the move forces him off balance. Surprise flits across his face when I shove him down on the throne.
“Oh, you will pay for that, Shadow of Death,” I threaten, a smile full of challenge on my lips.
He spreads his arms wide, his wings already flared out on either side of the throne, and flashes me a cocky smirk back. “Come try it, little rebel.”
In two smooth motions, I undo the fastenings on his pants and shove the fabric aside before wrapping my hand around his thick cock. It hardens even more as my fingers close around it.
