“I am yours, Calder.” She mumbles.
He will never tire of hearing that voice pledge herself to him.
“Bed.” He points two fingers at their bed before reclining in the chair again.
She blinks her lovely lashes again as if he hasn't just given her a command.
“Aura.” His voice deepens in reaction to her disobedience.
When her blue eyes flash, he knows his darker side is about to come out and play.
“I am a witch.” Her voice is thick with a heady need. “You should bow tomypower.”
Without shifting his gaze from hers, his right hand unbuckles his belt, the leather sliding through the loops of his pants. “Is that so, girl?”
He cinches the belt around her neck, tugging her until their noses brush and her breathing hitches. He breathes in her warm breath as if it is the air he needs in his lungs, shuddering at all the filthy things he will do to this woman.
“Use yourseidragainst me.” He whispers against her quivering lips.
Her fingers graze his calf, and a flash crosses her eyes, signaling a brief premonition of what is to come should she try to fight him. A twisted grin follows. “Make me.”
He looms over her submissive figure, relishing how her gaze tracks his motion. His free hand withdraws his cock and shoves it between her lips.
“You look beautiful on your knees for me.” He grunts when his tip collides with the back of her warm throat.
Gods, she feels like the salvation I don’t deserve.
When her cheeks hollow around him and her moans vibrate his shaft, he knows he will not last long in her mouth. He grips the back of her head, shoving her until she takes him all of the way. That act alone has him shooting ropes of cum down her throat.
But he is not done claiming her body.
“Bed. On your back.”
Drool and cum dribble down her chin as he removes himself from her mouth and uncinches the belt from her neck. Once in the center of the bedding, her arms float above her head, thighs rubbing against each other in a desperate, needy way.
He removes a strand of soft rope from his pack–something he purchased in Geit just for the Princess–and binds her wrists together, securing them over her head before using the remaining strand to tie her ankles apart. All the while, her thirsty gaze follows his movements as if his hands were the only source of gratification for which she yearns.
“Doyou want something, pretty girl?” He cages her head, leaning down to taste her lips.
Before she can respond, his hand clamps over her mouth as he fastens a piece of fabric around her luscious lips. “I’m afraid without your words, I cannot help you.”
Her eyes harden, and frantic mumbles escape the gag as he positions himself between her legs.
She leans forward, curiosity and desire dancing in her expression as his mouth descends onto her clit, drawing out those delicious passionate moans. He slips his middle finger inside her wet pussy.
He groans at her sweet arousal that he is about to lap up like it is a life-giving substance, and he is a dying man.
His finger tugs at her soft cunt as she begins to gyrate, begging for more of him. He slips a second finger inside, stretching her out.
When her whimpers accelerate, he withdraws, leaving her tugging on her rope bindings.
“What’s wrong, my sweet girl? Do you need something?” Calder’s hands explore her curves. Her heavy breasts fill his hands perfectly.
All the while, she glares up at him. His wicked grin answers her defiance.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful girl. I need your words.” He taunts as he begrudgingly pulls away from her wanton form to withdraw a Pradacian candle and a saucer he found in the dwelling. He is careful to keep his back to her sight.
As the wick flickers, he returns to her seductive body, his tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand stuffs her flesh into his mouth.
