“Lift yourself up on your elbows,” he commands, and I do as he says without thought, submissive and compliant under his instruction.
I press onto my elbows, raising my head, and that’s when I realize?—
Behind Kael’s muscled shoulders, my own reflection stares back at me.
The intricate gold mirror reveals my peaked nipples, my tousled hair, and my spread legs with Kael’s mouth between them.
“Watch what I do to you,” he rumbles, and I moan at the promise.
His tongue licks slowly up my center, savoring, devouring, and his eyes are pinned on me.
He focuses on my clit with a firm, flat tongue, pressure and friction colliding in ecstasy, making me press my heels into Kael’s back, and buck my hips wildly at the sensation.
But Kael’s hands grip my hips, pushing them down into the silks. “You can ride me soon, Elyssara. But it’s my turn now,” he breathes between languid licks, eyes never straying. “I want to enjoy the taste of your pussy on my tongue first, darling.”
Fuck.
My hips strain against his hands, desperate for leverage, but his hold is unrelenting.
I drop my head back, closing my eyes in the overwhelming haze of pleasure, but one of his hands pushes into my lower abdomen, shaking me from the spell he has me under. “You’ll watch how fucking perfect you are, my love. Eyes on the mirror,” he commands, and my head snaps up, rebelling against my own languidity.
A whimper escapes me, but I do as he bids:I watch.
I watch the way his hand snakes up my torso, gliding over my breast to massage it firmly but tenderly in his palm.
I watch the way my peaked nipples roll between his fingers.
I watch the way he devours my pussy, licks my clit, pins my hips like a man possessed and starved all at once.
I watch my lips part in rapturous pleasure while the man who bows to no one, ravishes me on his knees.
His rough, battle-hardened hand presses into my chest, sliding up my body until the full breadth of his hands wraps around my throat.
And despite myself, I lean into it.
I press against his hand until my breath comes in short, ragged pants.
“Open wider for me, darling,” he growls, claimed by the ecstasy himself. Then, he releases my hips from his grip.
My knees spread wider, and I grind my clit against his tongue.
Pleasure trembles through my core, hungry to spread to the very edges of me, and my legs shake, molten, lost to his touch.
I can feel release coming, and I race for it. Hips bucking and grinding, chasing it as if I can stop myself from drowning in him.
I fight the urge to close my eyes, to take shelter in my own rapture, but?—
“No,” Kael’s voice cleaves through my euphoria, and my eyes fly open. “I want you to see how perfect you are when you come around my cock, darling.”
Kael’s hand releases my throat, and his mouth breaks from my clit, as he pushes himself to stand.
Holy fucking gods.
He’s a deity. Divine. A king. A god. But his wicked mouth bears the promise of something unholy.Something forbidden.
I groan in frustration at the loss of contact, but I know this is not where it ends.
His muscles are coiled tight with restraint—veins bulging, cock hard as stone, torso forged like a weapon.
