Page 76 of Deadly Maiden

“If you want, a bigger room is available from tomorrow noon. Just need to pay a bit extra.” Ginny cheerily cocks her middle-aged hip, flips back her long, brunette plait, and hands us a key. “One key only. Lose it and pay.”

“I shall guard it with my life, Ginny.” Rorsyd gives her a quarter bow.

“Ooh, he is lovely, ain’t he?” She grins at me, winks at Rorsyd, who seems utterly unworried by the flirting.

“He is! Also, he’s mine.” I hook my hand in his elbow, clasp it in both hands, and she giggles and turns back to the stairs.

“Supper is in an hour! Latecomers get scraps.”

She clatters down, disappears from view.

“I’m yours, am I?” He tsks at me. “Salacious girl. In.” Then he pushes me ahead of him and smacks my behind. “I figure you could do with some relief. You looked tense, back there.”

The slap and the sting are unexpected, and I turn to protest. Well, to pretend to protest. He meets my first syllable with a kiss and pins me to the wall, taking off my pendant then his and tucking them into a pocket.

“Better,” I croak, when his lips leave mine for a moment. “I like this version of you.”

His thick eyebrows rise. “The rough-and-dirty version where I aim to fuck you senseless?” While I’m still digesting that awesomely filthy sentence, he cups my breasts, yanks my shirt upward and unbuttons it. The kiss becomes deeper and heated, our tongues roving, clashing, fucking each other’s mouths.

My throat gets bitten. It’s one of my favorite things, and I arch against him. In reply, he grinds into me until I’m softly moaning and ready for him to doanything, as long as I get him inside me.

We’re still kissing, and I’m walked backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Gasping, I topple onto it. Rorsyd pushes me flat, onto my back.

“Stay there.”

Already my breathing is ragged and fast, and I can feel myself getting wetter, swelling below, my pussy lips parting.

Coquettishly, I press my finger to his chest, as if that could stop him.

“I can tell where this is going, but shouldn’t we wash after that ride?” Just to see where it gets me, I curl out my tongue, touch it to my top lip then lick around my mouth, slowly. “Maybeyoushould stay,” I purr that, try to shove him backward, and fail. The man is a solid mountain.

This game is fun.

“I don’t think so.” He crawls over me, stops there on all fours, his hands planted either side of my neck. “You look too good to leave alone,” he grumbles, then he pins my wrists above my head, gathering both under one hand. “I might have to tie you to the headboard forever.”

Oh. My. Gods.This is his idea of relief? I am so voting for it.

“I’m not eating your pussy this time. I’m just going to fuck you. Why? Because I can.” His eyes are smiling though his mouth barely curves. “Because you teased me all day with that ass in the saddle, bouncing before me. You’re going to be my little toy to be used.” He says it all in a matter-of-fact tone.

I never knew how hot this could be. I gape at him, press against his fist, squirm my ass on the bed.

His eyes are devilish as he yanks at my pants, bringing them to knee level, and I know the very second when he realizes he can’t pull them off completely without releasing me.

Amused, I chuckle, and again try to move against his wrist-holding hand. I can’t budge him, but I’m loving the struggle.

Rorsyd tsks and smiles, shakes his head.

He releases me and flips me onto my stomach, settles his weight on my butt.

With my head turned sideways, I can see he’s sitting facing my feet. The dragonshifter is far too heavy to buck off or wriggle out from under, but I do try. I’m getting more and more aroused, more flustered. He draws off my pants and underwear, throws them to the floor, then bites one ass cheek, right in the middle.

I squeal at that. I’m bucking when he plants a heavy hand between my shoulder blades, turns again, and lies over me. His knees spread my legs and his clothes rustle.

Then his cock probes me.

It’s at my entrance, nearly goes in, then he slides himself up and down, drawing a blunt track between my lips. He’s lubricating himself on what I can feel is there—my own wetness. Whenever he is close to penetrating me, I hold my breath.

But he doesn’t, he keeps sliding, faking it, making me groan.

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