“Tell me,” he coaxes with the first sweep of his fingers through my dripping folds.
How can I think when he’s circling that ridge? When he’s luring me so close…
You.
I want you.
But no. That isn’t it.
It is. So badly I’m sure I’ll combust, but that isn’t why I’m here.
“I want them all to die. I want them to suffer.” My nails claw into his broad shoulders. Anchor with the first delve of his fingers deep into my channel. My body bows, head falling back as the explosion of fire erupts deep inside. “Please!”
“And if I give it to you?”
A second finger fills me, and I cry out at the pressure. The unusual strain as my body opens in a way it never has before.
“Anything,” I wheeze.
His mouth finds my exposed throat and sucks. He leaves a trail down my hammering pulse to my collarbone. While his fingers move and slide. Pumping with unhurried strokes.
“This?” he urges, pushing in deep, too deep.
I wail with the flare of sweet pain. My fingers claw across his back, but not to stop him.
“Yes! Yes, please.”
But rather than comply, he withdraws. The loss of that burn has a fresh wave of desperation coiling through me, an urgency that feels intoxicating. It rushes through my skull, disorients my thoughts. There is nothing but this gnawing hunger only he can satiate.
“Easy, my little pet.” He sucks lightly on my bottom lip but stops when I push for more. “I will give you everything you ask. I will lay your enemies at your feet.” The straps of my gown are pulled down my arms. The fabric is released in a white ripple down my body to pool at my feet. “I will carve your name into their very souls while you watch.”
Thick, black tendrils rise off his flesh. They coil from the dark surface of his eyes, spill from his mouth. He is writhing and glinting with a fine mist of powder.
When his mouth dips to my chest, closes around a nipple, tiny blades nick my clavicle. Slice at my throat. Sharp stings that barely register but heighten my delirium to the point of madness.
Every nip, every suck, every time he draws blood and licks it clean, I fall deeper. Becoming barely more than a bundle of raw nerves detached from sanity as I’m lifted and placed on the table.
The stone is warm. Like it’s been baked under the sun. The contact with it against my back sends a shiver through me that has my thighs pressing together.
“Open,” he purrs.
And my knees immediately, without a shred of hesitation, fall apart. Beneath me, my arousal is a thick puddle I can feel smearing across the skin of my backside. It runs along the rivulets in the table and I feel my cheeks flush thinking that is what it’s for.
“Such a good pet.” Big hands curl into the sides of the table. Muscles bunch and flex with the pull of his weight over me to settle in the place between my thighs. “Such a sweet, helpless pet.”
Ribbons of unimaginable pleasure course through every nerve ending brushed by his tendrils. Every inch of space he nicks burns with the sweetest ecstasy. I’m writhing. Restless and inagony for him to just touch me. Anywhere. One graze of his fingers would send me over.
But he’s taking an eternity crawling up my body. Eons letting his mouth hover inches from flesh only to glide away, leaving me throbbing.
“Please!” I sob. “Please, touch me.”
Eyes the endless voids of night itself lift through heavy lashes and fix on my face. Sadistic pleasure curls the edges of his mouth.
“But your suffering feeds me. Your sweet agony…” He pauses over my open sex and inhales deeply. “It’s been centuries since I’ve had such an exquisite meal. I will savor your submission.”
A whimper escapes me and he chuckles but resumes his steady climb.
In place, hands braced on either side of my head, he pauses with his face inches over mine. His weight settles, crushing and aligning. Fitting in every place that matters. I lift my arms to circle his neck, and he blinks like I’ve taken him off guard.
