Page 117 of Empire of Flame and Thorns

While continuing to tease my clit with expert precision, he pushes one finger inside me.

A moan tears from my lungs.

Leaning down closer, he smirks in triumph. “Good. Now beg.”

Pleasure streaks through my body as he begins pumping his finger while his thumb keeps rubbing my clit. I squirm against the rough stone wall as a shudder courses through my body.

Draven adds a second finger.

A whimper spills from my lips, and I throw my head from side to side as he slides both fingers in and out while he intensifies the sweet torture that he is inflicting on my clit.

My entire body thrums with need.

He slants his lips over mine. “Beg.”

Another shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine when his breath caresses my lips. I pull against his grip on my wrists again and writhe against the wall in an effort to relieve the tension now building inside me.

Lightning shoots up my spine as Draven spreads his fingers wide inside me and then quickly moves them back and forth before he pumps them up and down again. Desperate moans spill from my lips. Draven brushes his mouth along my jaw while his thumb keeps working.

The tension inside me builds into a crackling storm. I gasp in breaths, my chest heaving, and squirm as the edge of an orgasm draws closer.

But Draven never lets me fall over it.

As soon as I’m close to it, he slows his movements before starting back up again.

Pitiful whimpers escape my lips. My whole body trembles with pent-up need. I squirm and gasp and throw my head from side to side. But there is no relief. No mercy.

And so, I break.

“Please,” I gasp out. “Draven, please.”

He chuckles. It’s low and dark and it dances over my skin. Leaning impossibly closer, he smirks against my mouth.

“Good girl.”

Something between a whimper and a moan rips from my soul.

Draven pulls his fingers out and removes his hand. My heart slams against my ribs as he instead takes a firm grip on my thigh and lifts my leg up. Then he positions his cock against my entrance. Resting my head against the stone wall, I try desperately to keep hold of that frail thread of sanity that is all that remains while a storm of pent-up tension and need whirls inside me.

“Eyes on me,” Draven orders.

Dragging in a breath, I tilt my head back down to meet his gaze.

His eyes burn with possessive need. It’s so intense that it takes my breath away.

He thrusts inside me.

My eyes widen, and I gasp as his thick cock slides into my soaking wet pussy. Faint flickers of pain ripple through me as my pussy stretches to accommodate his massive size. But Draven doesn’t rush me. He’s not rough or impatient. Instead, he keeps pushing at a slow but steady pace.

I drag in an unsteady breath as he sheaths himself completely. Then he stays like that for a while, giving me time to adjust. My heart thunders in my chest. Fuck, the feeling of him filling me completely is like nothing I have ever experienced.

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly slides out a little. And then thrusts in again.

A groan rolls from my throat as pleasure shoots through me. He slides out halfway and then slams back in again. A little harder this time. My back thuds against the rock wall. He does the same thing again.

I stare into those beautiful eyes of his as he starts up a steady pace.

He flexes his fingers around my trapped wrists. Then he shifts his grip on my thigh, lifting my leg a little higher.

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