Page 61 of Revenant

“You really are testing every bit of restraint I have.”

“Then stop pretending you want restraint.”

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pull her head back just enough to make her gasp. With my free hand, I free my belt from my waist, the leather sliding through the loops as I lean close to her ear.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I say softly, the head of my cock sliding over her flesh. “Let’s see how brave you really are.”

I press inside her with precision, tilting her hips just enough to make her gasp. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” I growl. She lets out a whiny, impatient sound as her pussy clamps around my cock like a vise. Every inch of her is so tight…I swear, if I move too fast, I might fucking snap her in half.

Alicent doesn’t share the same concern; she pushes back into me, causing my grip on her hips to turn punishing. “Alicent, I’m trying to be gentle here,” I confess, even though every primal instinct inside me screams to pound her silhouette into the stone.

“I never asked for gentle, Elias. Fuck me.” When I don’t move, she continues. “Or I’ll find someone who will.” My gaze snaps to Bastian’s discarded shirt on the floor.

Jealous rage bubbles low in my stomach, and I sink down to the hilt with one brutal thrust. She yelps as if in pain, and I sit there, waiting for her to adjust. The feeling of her walls clamping me is almost enough for me to combust. Her breathing becomes erratic, and I pull out just an inch before slamming into her again. I release her hair and close my hand around the back of her neck, pressing just enough to make her whimper.

“Yes,” Alicent whines, barely holding herself together. I sink my fangs into her shoulder, the euphoric taste fueling everything else. She gasps from the sting, before rocking back into me. I pull my mouth off her, letting the taste of her linger while I stare at her pussy gliding over my length. My dick glistens with her sheen, and I pick up my pace. “You have no idea how mesmerizing you are.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

“That’s it, kitten, show me what I do to you. Let me hear your pleasure escape that pretty little mouth of yours.” Her walls tighten at my words. “Do you like praise? Is that what gets you off?” I coax.

“Yes. Holy—yes, right there.” I release her neck, using both hands to angle her hips up higher so I can hit that special spot she’s seeking. Her orgasm hits, a symphony of moans falling from her lips. Suddenly the space is filled in candlelight, the chandelier lighting without permission.

I pull out of her, my cock throbbing in protest. “Did—did I do that?” she asks, looking up at the chandelier as if she can’t believe it. “My—my body is vibrating.”

I don’t answer, instead my movements are out of my control. One second I’m standing behind her, staring at her opening that’s begging for more. The next, I’m picking her up without missing a beat, sitting down on the edge of the table and placing her on my lap.

“Ride me,” I instruct, already lining her up.

“I don’t—” Now she wants to play shy? Not a chance.

“Are you disobeying, kitten?” Surprise takes over her features, not defiance necessarily—though I can see the retort building behind her eyes. My lips crash onto hers, and she can’t help but melt into it. My fang punctures her bottom lip and instead of pulling back—she moans.

Alicent guides herself over my cock on her own accord, lining herself up before starting her descent. The new position is too much, the tightness of her suffocating my dick with just a mere inch. “I don’t want to rush you, but if you don’t go a little faster, I can’t promise my actions will be anything less than punishing.”

That was all the direction she needed; she sinks down onto me in one motion. Her breath hitches as she reaches the base, fingernails digging into my shoulders. Her mouth releases mine, and she stares up as if in a euphoric haze, slowly going up and down my length until she finds her rhythm. The candles grow brighter as she picks up her pace, and instantly I grab her hips, rolling her forward to hit just the right spot.

“You look like a fucking goddess, riding my cock like such a good girl.”

“Elias, please. It’s too much, it’s—”

“How many orgasms can I coax out of this pretty pussy?”

She moans out, grabbing her own breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples. I pull her hands away, trusting that she can keep the same motion on her own. Her hands find their way into my hair, yanking at the root as I take one of her nipples into my mouth. I tug on the sensitive nub, her back arching as another orgasm builds.

Her movements become feverish, chasing her second climax as mine builds. The base of my spine tingles; my balls heavy as she rocks. I sink my teeth into her side, the taste of her blood sending me over the edge.

My cock swells before my release, and she ultimately follows close behind. The candles above grow brighter and brighter, the heat melting them down to almost nothing. “Elias,” she breathes on a moan, her movements beginning to slow. Releasing her, she falls limp, her body spent. I’m still inside her, her walls spasming around me, already threatening to make me hard again.

I lift her off me, setting her down on the table. Her legs shake uncontrollably, and I quickly tuck myself back into my pants. The candles above begin to dim and I’m not sure if the look on her face is shock from the magic…or instant regret.

I grab Bastian’s shirt off the floor, and she reaches her hand out as if I was giving it back to her.

Absolutely the fuck not.

I disregard, not paying her outstretched hand any mind. Sinking down onto my knees, I pull her forward and begin wiping up the mess we made. Her release runs down the inside of her thighs, mixing with mine. I leave a little there, the thought of myself between her legs and inside that sweet cunt a reminder of what we did.

Once I’m satisfied, I grab my shirt off one of the chairs, pulling it over her head without question. “This seems a little territorial,” she mutters, pulling her hair through the collar, letting her red hair tumble down the front.