Page 164 of Villainous Rise

“Liar.” His mouth descended to my neck.

I moaned as his lips traveled lower, finding the swell of my breasts where they were spilling from my bodice. His tongue traced the edge of the fabric, teasing but not crossing that final boundary.

Then his teeth grazed the flesh just above the silk. I arched into him as he bit down. The sharp nip made me moan and he immediately soothed the sting with a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

His fingers hooked the stiff neckline of my gown and yanked downward. My breasts felt heavy, the peaks instantly tightening in the cold, but Cipher didn’t leave me exposed for long.

His mouth closed over one peak and he sucked hard. His hand came up to weigh my other breast, his thumb rolling over the tight flesh as his tongue worked the other in his mouth. I tangled my fingers into his hair as best I could with my tied hands and pressed him closer. He scraped his teeth over me and my hips jerked against his waist. He switched sides, transferring that hot, wet attention, consuming me exactly the way I needed him to.

Cipher pulled back, his eyes nearly black in the darkness. He settled my bodice back over my breasts and lifted my wrists from around his neck before he helped me to my feet. Sand clung to my skin, to the ruined silk of my gown.

“Run,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

My legs trembled beneath me, unsteady from his touch and the lingering adrenaline. I stared at him, confused.

“Run, Annie.” His smile was predatory and full of dark promise. “I’m not done hunting you yet.”

I didn’t need to be told a third time. I spun and ran, my bare feet kicking up sand. My wrists were still bound with his tie, the silk sliding against my skin with each movement. The night air felt electric against my skin.

I made it maybe thirty feet before strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, lifting me off my feet. My stomach dropped as we shot upward, the ground falling away beneath us. The fog enveloped us, as Cipher carried us higher.

I twisted in his grip until I was facing him, looping my bound arms over his head. He helped me wrap my legs around his waist so I could cling to him as the world disappeared below.

His mouth crashed against mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss as his tongue invaded my mouth sliding against my tongue. I moaned into him and he drank the sound down.

His hand fumbled with fabric between us. There was a sharp tug and the delicate lace of my underwear gave way.

The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet of the fog and then he was positioning me, one arm supporting my weight while his other hand guided himself to my entrance.

In one slow thrust, he sheathed himself inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I panted, my head falling back as my body stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness, the slight burn, the knowledge that there was nothing beneath us but air and fog.

I gave a startled laugh. “Are you seriously going to fuck me in midair?”

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “I’m curious if I can.” He adjusted his grip on my waist, one arm locked tight around me while his other hand moved to my hip. “Hold on tight, Sparks.”

He lifted me slightly, then let gravity pull me back down his length. The sensation tore a moan from me, my inner walls clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he growled, repeating the motion. “Take all of me.”

The fog swirled around us, dampening my skin, catching in my lashes. I could see nothing but Cipher’s face, feel nothing but his body against mine, inside mine. The world had narrowed to this impossible moment, suspended in air, impaled on him, completely at his mercy.

I loved it.

The rhythm was strange but intoxicating, with gravity pulling me down while Cipher thrust up. My body slid along his length with each controlled drop, the sensation unlike anything I’d experienced before. I was suspended in nothingness, completely dependent on his strength, his power keeping us aloft.

“This is—” I gasped as he hit a spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “This is ridiculous.”

I laughed again, half-hysterical with pleasure and the absurdity of our situation.

His mouth curved into that wicked smile I couldn’t resist. “Ridiculous?” He punctuated the word with a particularly deep thrust that made me cry out. “Or brilliant?”

“Both,” I managed, tightening my bound arms around his neck. “Definitely both.”

Cipher laughed too, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against mine.

“Hold tight,” he commanded, shifting his grip to grasp my ass with both hands.