But this was just the beginning; he squeezed my breast harder, making me moan helplessly.
He kissed my cheek again, more vigorously, and his other hand moved. A sharp scrape of metal echoed in the room as he picked up the dagger.
“Either my tongue or this,” his low voice brought a thunder of dizziness to my brain.
The thought of either of them seemed too destructive.
“Huh?” I probed.
“I need to taste my exclusive sweetness again,” my cheeks flushed, but the options were oddly thrilling.“Choose faster, or you’ll have both.”
His following words made me feel wetter because of his impatience.
“Both?” I repeated the options.
My brain struggled to process this complexity. It was busy registering the intensity of the heat between us.
“This dagger inside you and my lips caressing your crown,” His deep voice, laced with dirty words, made me feel even aroused.
The thought of his words was too unimaginable.
I gulped, moistening my throat, and muttered,“Not your tongue.”
That would’ve been too much for me.
“Wise choice,” he muttered, swirling me abruptly toward the mirror.
My eyes met my own. I felt extremely timid. My nipples were poking through the fabric. The sleeve slipped off my shoulder, and I placed my hands on the table to steady myself.
He slid my hair forward, and I watched him spit on the dagger’s hilt.
He lowered the dagger and wrapped his other arm around me. His chest made me feel safe, but his hand tugging at my skirt left me breathless.
“You need to trust me on this, Suman,” he muttered, leaning into my ear.“I’ll never hurt you,”
His words and his fingers on my thigh aroused me already.
My shame had already crawled away. I licked my lips and held his wrist when he placed his hand between my thighs.
A moan escaped my lips when I felt his warm fingers against my burning skin.
It felt like sitting in the sun amid winter. The cold metal rubbed against my skin, making me tighten my fist.
I tilted my head back, pressing against his neck.
“Part your legs more,” he spoke, and I glanced at him in the mirror.
Both of his hands rested between my legs, lifting my skirt and rubbing the metal against my skin. His green eyes locked with mine, stirring a sense of warmth in me.
Suddenly, he slipped his leg between mine, parting them.
My heart raced, and my brows creased together.
He kept rubbing it until I no longer felt cold.
“Just a little,” he breathed in my ear, carefully sliding an inch of the hilt inside me. My skin stretched painfully, ripping me into pieces.
He planted a few kisses on my neck and paused until I adjusted to the object.
