He dropped to his knees between my thighs.
Looked up at me once—just once—with those blue eyes gone dark.
"This is mine now," he growled. "Every inch. Every sound. Mine."
Then his mouth was on me.
"Fuck—Drogo—"
Not teasing. Not gentle. He dove in like a man starving, tongue flattening against my pussy and licking from hole to clit in one long, slow stroke that made my back arch off the dresser.
He groaned—deep, guttural—like he was tasting something he'd been craving for years.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he breathed against me. "Better than I imagined."
He did it again. Licked me slowly, deliberately, tongue dragging through my folds, circling my entrance, then flicking up to my clit. Each stroke deliberate. Claiming.
Then he focused on my clit—licking it with focused, deliberate pressure, each stroke dragging pleasure up my spine until I was shaking.
Then he sucked.
Drew my clit between his lips and sucked hard, tongue flicking against it at the same time, and I screamed. Actually screamed, hand flying to his hair, pulling hard enough that he groaned against me.
He didn't stop. Sucked harder, tongue working my clit in tight circles, fast then slow then fast again, never giving me a chance to adjust or breathe or think.
One hand gripped my thigh, holding me open. The other slid up, two thick fingers pushing inside me without warning.
"Oh my god—"
He curled them. Found that spot deep inside and pressed, rubbing in time with his tongue on my clit, and I felt my whole body lock up, pleasure coiling tight and vicious in my belly.
"Drogo—fuck—I can't—"
He pulled his mouth away just long enough to growl, "Yes, you can. Come for me. Come on my face."
Then he sucked my clit back into his mouth, fingers pumping harder, curling just right, hitting that spot over and over—
The orgasm hit different.
Not just pleasure. Something deeper. More intense.
My whole body seized, thighs clamping around his head, and then—
I squirted.
Hard. Violently. Liquid gushing from me as I screamed his name, body shaking uncontrollably.
He didn't pull back.
Shoved his face harder against me, mouth open, taking everything. Groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
His fingers kept pumping, prolonging it, drawing more from me until I was sobbing, pushing at his head because it was too much.
Only then did he ease back, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh as I trembled, boneless, still shaking from the intensity.
His face was soaked. He didn't care. Just looked up at me with dark, satisfied eyes and licked his lips. Slowly keeping his eyes on mine. Then, a small half smile appeared on his lips. Those beautiful full lips. My heart almost stopped as I still shook almost violently on the dresser. The way he looked at me, made him seem dangerous. The kind of man that kills for pleasure. And fuck me I knew better. He was the man that would kill easily if the circumstances demanded it. He leaned on me kissing my wet dripping pussy again, sucking the wetness, and then his eyes dark and dangerous locked on mine. He looked like a monster of a man… My monster. My lips curled to an exhausted smile.
"Mine," he said again, voice rough with possession. "You're fucking mine."
