Page 54 of Bloody Kingdom

As my tongue passes over that forbidden ring of muscle, her body goes stiff, her breath hitching in her throat. Am I the first man to touch her here? By her reaction, it would seem so. A pleased rumble forms in my chest knowing this, that I’m the first man to touch her in such a place. I go slow, easing her into the unknown. Her uncertainty is short lived, because as I lick and circle her asshole with my tongue, I pinch her swollen clit between my fingers.

The cry that escapes from her sweet mouth as she comes will live with me the rest of my days. Her whole body shakes as the orgasm washes over her. It’s a truly magnificent sight to behold, and to know I caused it is even better. It’s so intense, her knees begin to buckle, but I’m able to keep her upright when I wrap my arms around her middle.

“Oh my god,” she gasps as she struggles to bring oxygen into her lungs. “Silas.”

Her forehead rests against the stone wall as she struggles to catch her breath. If I was a true gentleman, I would allow her to recover before continuing on. But all of New Orleans knows I’m many things, but a gentleman is not one of them. Even if I felt inclined to grant her a reprieve, my swollen cock would never allow it.

I kiss each of the globes of her ass, causing a contented sigh to come from her. Before rising to my feet once again, my blunt teeth bite down on one of her ass cheeks, making her jump. Instead of being scared, she giggles softly between panting breaths.

Her skin prickles with goose bumps as I drag the pads of my fingertips up her thighs and then her sides when I stand to my full height behind her. The air is hot and humid, the scent of her arousal filling every inch of the glassed-in shower. The long strands of her golden hair cling to her perfectly arched back. Because I can, I drag my tongue up her spine, counting each of her vertebrae as I go.

When I reach the top of her back, my hand roughly grabs her chin, forcing her to turn her head toward me. I don’t wait for permission as I slam my mouth into hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. She groans, sucking the flavor of her pussy off my tongue.

Quincey gleams up at me wickedly when I pull away from her. She turns to face me as she licks the remaining taste of herself from her lips. My skin shivers as she drags her fingers down my toned abdomen until they reach the buckle of my belt. Not once does she look away from me as she undoes the buckle and then the zipper of my water-sodden slacks.

I stand like a piece of stone as she boldly dips her hands inside. My throbbing cock jumps at the first brush of her fingers. My teeth bite down painfully into my bottom lip as she rubs her palm agonizingly slow up and down the shaft. Like the little minx she is, her swollen lips pull into a smirk as she watches my face for a reaction, almost as if it’s a challenge of sorts to make me break my composure.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” I rasp. “I can have you on my bed, flat on your back with my cock inside your pretty pussy in less than five seconds. Do you really want to tease me?”

Her thumb swirls the bead of precum around the crown of my dick, with the faintest amount of pressure. It’s just enough to make my hips buck ever so slightly. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by her, it makes the smirk on Quincey’s face grow even cheekier. “Oh, I really think I do. Let’s see how long it takes the cruel king to beg for it.”

I take her chin between my thumb and index finger and tilt her head back, so I know she’s truly paying attention to me when I say, “You said it yourself, Quincey. I’m a fucking king. I don’t beg or bow to anyone.”

In a fashion that couldn’t be truer to her strong character, Quincey looks me dead in the eye and declares, “It may not happen tonight, it may not happen this week but one day I will make you beg for me. You will get on your knees andfuckingbeg for me.” To drive her point home, her fingers finally wrap around my length and squeeze.

“That mouth is going to be the end of you,” I snarl in her face, baring my teeth.

I’m sure there’s a witty comment dying to be released on the tip of her tongue, but I don’t give her the opportunity to say it aloud. Before she can comprehend what’s happening, I’m lifting her into my arms and whirling us around to the opposite wall of the shower. Her legs wrap around my waist tight to keep herself steady and her arms snake around my neck. Her back has just barely connected with the black marble before I’ve lowered my slacks enough to free myself from the confines of fabric. Without a warning, without a second of hesitation, without trepidation, I thrust fully inside of her.

Quincey’s back bows and the gasp that starts to form becomes trapped in her throat at the abrupt invasion into her body.

My muscles lock as heat rushes through every single one of my nerves. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the heat of the sun on my skin, but the glorious warmth that radiates off of every inch of her body makes me feel as if I’d been thrown directly into the sun. The coldest places of my soul heat and come alive as I stretch her pussy.

“So quiet, Quincey. That smart mouth of yours has nothing to say now that my cock is in you?” I rumble into her ear once I’m finally able to speak myself. “If I’d known all it took to keep you quiet was to fuck you, I would have done it sooner.”

As slowly as I can muster, the thin veil of restraint so close to shattering, I pull an inch out of her body before thrusting back inside. I repeat this motion over and over until a frustrated mew comes from her.

“Silas,” she all but whines my name. To think there was a time I refused to allow her to say it. Just another failed attempt at keeping her at a safe distance. “Harder.”

Nipping at her bottom lip, I smirk. “I knew you’d be the one that ended up begging.”

The fire in her eyes sears me to the bone, but it’s quickly put out when I finally give her what she wants. Slowly I pick up my pace, sinking as deep into her as I can. Her body is tiny and she’s human, one wrong move could be the end of her.

Her head tilts back, her lips parted, teeth bared as she pants short breaths. At this angle her neck is on complete display to me, the blue veins that sit under the skin call to me and my hunger. I lose the fight against them, and finally my fangs descend at the lovely sight. It would be so easy, so perfect, to feed from her, but I can’t risk it. Licking the streams of blood from her body is different than feeding from her. If my fangs sink into her flesh, there is a high probability I won’t be able to stop.

“Fuck, Silas,” she cries out as I thrust harshly into her. Her muscles clamp down on my cock, making my world spin momentarily.

“So tight,” I bite out, careful to keep my head bent just right to hide my fangs from her. Quincey assures me she’s not afraid of me—of what I truly am—but I want to ease her into it. Seeing my fangs as I fuck her is bound to be off-putting and all I want is to make her feel good. She deserves to feel good. “So tight, and all mine.” Mine to hold, mine to keep, mine to ultimately destroy. “My Quincey,mon soleil.” The nickname leaves me before I know I’m going to say it. It’s fitting, no,perfect,for her.

“Yes,” she hisses.

Dipping down, I take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, before doing the same to the other. Her fingers delve into the strands of my hair, pulling hard as I bite lightly at the buds, careful to not break the skin.

Her tits bounce as I rut into her, her body slides up the smooth, wet, marble of the shower wall. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the space, along with our sounds of pleasure.

The walls of her pussy quiver and shake. “Right there,” she cries. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, no doubt leaving a bruise. I don’t like seeing her hurt or wounds on her body, but any marks left on her by how hard I fucked her will be admired. It’s my way of leaving my temporary brand on her.

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