His tongue is fucking pierced.
How have I not noticed that?
My hands claw at the rope twined around them, and my head tips back as he circles the metal ball around my pleasure point in a slow, punishing rhythm. One of his fingers slicks through my folds before he presses it deep into me, and my back bows.
“Does that feel good? Aw, do you like my tongue ring?” He taunts. “Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me, Sunshine? You’re going to take me so well once I stretch this pussy.”
The squelch of my entrance and the juices coating my thighs are embarrassing, but I can't even think of it as I focus on the doubled sensations. It feels sogood.
Oh, fuck!
My core is wound tight, and his tongue flicks just the right spot. Paired with his pumping finger and the ring steadily strumming over my sensitive flesh, it doesn't take me long to become a whimpering mess.
My hair sticks to my temples, and I can feel the cuts and bruises on my body, but the discomfort is drowned out by the building pressure. I’m going to tip right over the edge, and heknows it. My mistake is looking down into those haunting, roaring oceans to see a ravenous beast staring back at me.
No. He’s no Prince Charming.
He’s a carnivore, and he’s eating me like I'm his last meal on Earth.
I can't fight my reactions, or the way my body begins to chase the high as heat builds to a scalding temperature. When I use my free leg to push myself closer to him, he moans in approval before adding another finger and stretching me further. The dull ache and sensation of being full only enhance everything, and my walls pulse around him.
“You want me to make you cum, Sunshine?” His lips move over my swollen folds, and I can feel his breath tease my clit. “Cum on my face, beautiful. Show me what I do to you.”
It’s sowrong.
He’s killed people, and he terrifies me. I shouldn't give in to whatever odd hold he has on me. I should be fighting. I should turn away from him and not give him the satisfaction of seeing the pleasure he’s giving me.
But I can’t.
I can only follow my body’s needs as I helplessly undulate my hips. He buries his face deeper before lifting my free leg over his shoulder as I ride his chin. He makes a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through my core, and my eyes squeeze shut as I explode. Loud, breathless sounds leave me as I see stars. My walls clench his fingers, pulsing until every last drop is wrung from me.
My head hangs as I come down from the intensity. Rowan’s hand is still languidly pumping into my overused core, and he nips at my thighs as his eyes trail to me. The back of my thigh presses into his wound, but he doesn't even flinch.
He’s insane.
Ishothim.
He should be writhing in agony, but he takes it like it’s a cake walk. He pays it no mind, and it only serves to solidify that this man isn't human to me. He’s something entirelydifferent.
He draws his fingers back, and his face glistens with my release as he eases my leg off his shoulder. “I think you’re ready to take me.”
My head whips up as he stands to his full height. My eyes widen as he stares at me with a half-lidded, hungry gaze and unbuttons his jeans. His muscles flex beneath his skin as he releases his length and gives it a long, slow stroke. His wrist flicks at the head, and my core responds by closing around nothing.
He grabs my throat, his fingers biting into my arteries as he drags my face closer to his. “Keep your fucking eyes on me. Watch meruinyou, Addison.”
A distressed noise leaves me as he steps closer. The head of his cock nestled between my folds, and he coats it with my release as he wraps his arm around my waist to anchor me to him. Solid muscle pushes flush against me as he adjusts himself at my entrance.
I don’t realize I’m staring at where we connect until his hand grips my cheeks and he forces me to look at him. “Eyes on me. I won’t tell you again.”
A thundering ocean swallows me whole as Rowan sinks me fully onto his member in a single thrust. My teeth bite down on the gag, and I stop breathing altogether.
Full.
I feel too full.
Rowan’s fingers tap my cheek as his jaw ticks. “Breathe, Sunshine.” He sounds like he’s holding back. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
More tears well in the corners of my eyes, and the pressure in my abdomen intensifies. It feels like too much, but I don’t know if I want it to stop or keep going. I’m on the edge of something, but I’m scared to find out what that something is.
