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My breasts feel swollen and heavy, hypersensitive to every touch. Agnar’s every nip, pull, and suck tugs at an invisible cord that runs from my nipples, down through my belly, and to the throbbing ache between my thighs. I shudder as his teeth graze my nipple again. I might die if he stops…puddle to the floor in a pool of urgent, useless desire.
My skin burns. The air is too hot and thick. With my undershirt stuffed in my mouth, I can’t breathe fast enough. My jaw aches. The dampness of my inner thighs soaks through to my underclothes. I can’t help but rub against him like an alicorn in heat, hoping I torment him as much as he does me. I am wholly and completely his. Only he dictates the moves of this dance.
He switches between breasts, lavishing each one until the peaks are red and swollen. A pleading whimper escapes my gag.
He lifts his face, and his eyes, darkened with lust and satisfaction that he’s unraveling me, lock on mine. “Oh, little princess wants more, does she?”
I nod frantically, close to tears.
His eyes flash triumphantly. “Good girl.”
Such simple words should mean nothing in this context. For some reason, though, they wring a keening cry from me and twist my mind so I’m desperate to hear them again.
He spins me around so fast, the room blurs. My cheek hits the wall. The cool wood relieves the hot, fluttering ache of my breasts. Then he covers me from behind, trapping me. I pant, loving how much larger he is. His body envelops mine so completely that if someone walked in right now, I’d be hidden from view.
His chest against my back. His hips against my ass. His hard length snug between my cheeks. One hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back, and the bite of pain forces a mewl from me as I stare up at the ceiling. His mouth plays at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Esme
He’s right. I don’t.
But I can’t say that. With my mouth full of fabric and the rest of me trembling like a leaf in a storm, I can’t speak at all.
His hand flexes in my hair. The pain sparks down my spine and feeds directly into the pulsing need between my legs. “First I’m going to explore this tight little body of yours. And you’re going to hang here, quietly, until I’m done.”
His weight briefly disappears from my back so he can yank my undergarments down, leaving me fully exposed. When the cool air hits my skin, I shudder.
Two rough, calloused fingers slide inside me, and the stretch triggers a burst of desire, but I crave more. I struggle to widen my legs to grant him more access, but pinned to the wall, all I can do is stand here and take it. Agnar thumbs and circles my clit with maddening pressure, prompting me to cry out around the fabric in my mouth. My hips try to push back against his hand, but he holds me still.
His beard grazes my bare back, followed by his lips, then his teeth. I yelp when he nips my shoulder, but the pain merges with pleasure. If I were capable of speech, I’d beg him to mark me again and again until the whole world knows I’m his.
He moves on to my other shoulder, my side, my hip, working his way down my body. The rapid-fire attack is almost enough to distract me from the fingers scissoring inside me. My oversensitive nipples rub against the wall with an involuntary twitch.
He curls his fingers inside me to caress a place that steals my breath and dizzies my mind.
The sensations continue piling up. His fingers. His mouth. The scrape of his teeth over the small of my back. The way he keeps me exactly where he wants me, offering no room or opportunity to resist. He’s in complete control.
When I asked him not to stop, I thought I understood what I was getting into. I didn’t expect this delicious torment.
Tension coils in my belly, tightening until I’m taut as a bow string.
As his hands play me like a lute, I attempt to move my own, but they remain trapped in place. Confused, I swivel my head and discover vines growing out of the wall. Living stalks bind my wrists as securely as iron shackles.
Shock pulses through me. Plant manipulation is a specialty within earth magic. Most earth elementals can either maneuver stone, shift dirt, or coax living plants to grow. I’ve never met anyone who could do all three.
This man’s power seems almost limitless. I have no idea what he’s capable of, and that lack of knowledge terrifies me.
The magical display also turns me on. Fear and arousal twist together until they become one and erupt in my chest like starbursts.
His mouth travels lower, following the curve of my ass. He traces the crease between my cheeks with his tongue, sliding into places I never imagined anyone would explore.
His fingers never stop circling my clit and plunging in and out. The pressure inside me builds and builds like a kettle close to screaming.
The thrumming grows into a pounding in my ears.
Once the string snaps, my entire body seizes. The orgasm crashes through me like a shattering stone. I break, crumble, and fly apart as I scream into the gag, my vision going and my legs giving out completely.
