I whimper and reach for him, desperate to feel him again.
Silently, he removes his clothes, tossing them aside before climbing in between my thighs. My heart races, and I squirm in anticipation as I wait, more than ready to feel him inside me.
Instead, he moves down my body and dips his head to sweep his tongue up my slit. He moves with expert precision, licking and sucking and grazing with his teeth. Tension coils low in my belly, tightening and intensifying. His tongue darts inside me, then circles back around my most sensitive spot, building the pleasure until it’s almost too much.
I fight against my restraints, wanting to run my fingers through his hair and grip his shoulders. My desperate, breathy moans grow louder as he continues to devour me. His hands slide up my thighs, then travel higher, tracing my skin reverently. I’m shifting and writhing while his fingers dig into my hips.
The sensations expand in a rush and I give in, pleasure surging through me like an explosion. The belt cuts into my wrists sending a delicious surge of pain that makes the escalating pleasure too much to bear. I cry out, my eyes fluttering, inner walls clenching as orgasm surges through me in a cascade of pure elation.
Brevan unbinds my wrists as I’m catching my breath. I’m barely free before I try to catch him off guard, but he grabs me around the waist and pulls me on top of him.
I straddle his waist, my breasts pressing against his chest, and his cock against my ass. I wiggle, shifting my hips so I’m rubbing against him. He groans and his grip loosens enough that I can grab his wrists.
“What are you going to do, princess? I don’t think you can pin me down,” he teases.
“Watch me.” I lean down, pushing his arms back. Dark shadows slither around his wrists, binding them together the same way he’d done to me.
“What was that? How did you—” I press my lips to his for a punishing kiss, cutting off any further questions.
“Fair is fair. My turn.” I have no idea what I did or how, but it is the last thing I want to think about right now.
He opens his mouth to speak again, but as soon as my hand closes around his cock, his lips part and his eyes close.
He groans when I drag my tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. The sound sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
He’s completely mine, completely lost in pleasure.
I close my lips around him and work my mouth, teasing with my tongue as I move. I continue licking and sucking until his breathing becomes heavy. With a grunt, his hips rise and he tries and fails to lift his arms.
“Princess, you’re going to make me come.” He groans then sucks in a sharp breath and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful than I do right now.
“Gods, fuck!” His hips buck, then he tenses. Warmth fills my mouth and I swallow without thinking. I’ve never done that before. I sit up, then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Brevan’s arms are free and he reaches for me. The adoration in his expression makes my heart pound even harder.
A door slams jolting me awake. My heart racing, I blink into the darkness.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Caiden says, slurring his words. “You missed a fantastic party. Everyone is so happy for us.”
He stumbles over to the bed, then collapses next to me, still in his clothes. I stare at the ceiling, eyes wide, body tense. My heart still races, and I’m overheating in my dress.
I glance over at Caiden, terrified he’s going to reach for me and find me already wet, mistaking my desire for him.
But he’s snoring.
I’ve never been so relieved and so disappointed all at once.
How did a dream feel so real?
It was punishment, I suppose. My mind’s way of reminding me what I’d never have.
Four
Brevan
Reaching out, I feel nothing but my empty bed. My eyes snap open and I look over, half expecting to see her next to me.
Gods, it felt so fucking real.
Breathless and drenched in sweat, I toss the blankets aside and sit on the edge of my bed. My legs are shaking and my cock strains against my trousers. I run a hand through my hair and survey my dark room.
