It was a command. Stop thinking. Feel.
He held my hips tight, pressing his thumbs against my soft stomach until he found the shape of my hipbones beneath. He dug his thumbs into the bone, twin points of pain. An anchor.
His mouth worked its way up my neck. Any second, he’d reach my mouth. I was about to kiss the Dark God. The man I’d promised my soul to for eternity. Every interaction had built to this moment.
The tremble started in my chin. Spread to my arms. My entire body shook with anticipation.
He pressed his thumbs harder into my hips. His mouth stopped just short of mine.
“Open for me,”the Dark God commanded.
My lips parted. So did my legs. He was between them both at once. His narrower hips lodged between mine, spreading my legs wide. I felt the outline of his cock for the first time, hard and demanding, even with his leather pants and my luxurious courtly layers of velvet and linen. I sucked in a breath but found no air. He was there instead, plunging his tongue inside my mouth.
The last ties holding me to reality were shredded apart.
He tasted like night rain, the light flavor of mint mingled with petrichor. He tasted cool, even though his mouth was hot. He made the power inside of me surge and flow, cold and crystalline in my veins, while my skin flushed hotter and hotter as the need built between my legs.
I tried to grind myself against him, desperate for the feel of his cock against my center. But he still held my hips, his hands unnaturally strong, and did not allow me to move. I cried my rebellion against his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, enveloping me completely.
The only touches I got were the ones he allowed.
I shivered again, the contrast of cool and heat sharp.
He explored the recesses of my mouth, claiming the parts of me that I had not even realized were there. The place where my tongue met my mouth. The juncture of my cheek with my jaw. His assault was constant, too earnest to be methodical but too thorough to be anything but planned.
More shivers. Shaking. Dark God save me, I was shaking with need in his arms.
He groaned against me, the sound reaching inside and twisting my already somersaulting stomach.
More of that. I wanted that sound again. I wanted him to need this as badly as I did.
He rocked against me, the length of his hard cock pressing between my legs and then all the way up to my stomach. There was something slightly different about the shape of it. A little harder than I expected. I needed to feel him inside of me.
More, more, more.
Instead, he spun me around.
I fought it. The pressure on my hips was wrong. I wanted more of him against me, not less. I wanted him lodged between my thighs. I wanted these clothes gone. But if the Dark God cared what I wanted, he did not show it.
He forced my hips around, one hand around my waist to hold me in place while the other pulled aside my hair to expose the other side of my neck—the one he had not explored yet. But before I could complain, that same hand slid down the front of my body. Over my breasts, though he did not linger. His purpose was clear. Singular.
He grabbed the extra fabric of my skirt and yanked it out of the way. The handful of velvet took my shift with it, and then both were hiked up to make way for his hand. His longer, narrow fingers found my slit and slid inside in a singular motion.
I cried out at the invasion, sudden and forceful. But I was so wet that it did not hurt. He only had one finger inside of me.More. I thrust my hips and screamed the demand into my mind.
I was rewarded with another groan of approval, this one against the nape of my neck. I felt it all along my spine, in every vertebra, right down to where his cock pressed against my backside. Another finger joined the first. This was so much better than the fantasy my lust-addled mind had conjured up. He used those long fingers to stroke inside of me. I was not asfull, but he was deep. He explored my channel with the same intensity as he had my mouth, touching every inch, curling his fingers and rubbing fingertip and then knuckle over the bundle of nerves deep inside, then pressing upward to where pleasure mingled with pain.
My head fell forward. He scraped his teeth over the hard knob of bone beneath my skin. It was coming. I whimpered, knowing that in only a few more strokes of his fingers in time with his mouth, I would come all over the Dark God. I was a trembling mess in his arms, but that thought made it through. Instead of taking me out of the moment, it urged me closer to the edge. I rocked my hips—his cock hard against my ass, his fingers buried in my cunt.
One. More. Time.
But just as I crested, he pulled out his hand. I cried out at the loss. But then I was moving. Cold assaulted my body as my clothes disappeared. Ripped, magically removed, I did not care. I shivered as my knees hit the bed. But then he covered me with his warmth, all the leather and layers gone, the long, hard lines of his body pressing into mine.
He dragged my hips up so I was on my knees, his cock nudging at my entrance. There was something different about him. I couldn’t quite see, but I felt the sharp contrast of two cooler, harder, rounded shapes rubbing against me on either side of his hot head. His cock was pierced. Oh, gods.
A low creaking sound tugged at the edge of my consciousness, trying to move past the periphery. But whether it was the bed or the window, I did not care.
The thick stitches of the coverlet scraped against my nipples. I needed him inside of me, but I couldn’t make my mouth work to demand it. Every time I opened my mouth, a new, desperate sound came out of it.
