Page 259 of A Flame of the Phoenix

He groaned, licking from her sensitive bud and down, tongue curving inside her. In and out. In and out. She needed deeper. Fuller. Reached to slip her fingers through his hair. He chuckleddarkly, then he obliged her body’s demands. Faythe cried out, back arching off the ground, as Reylan sucked and explored her with his mouth and tongue. His two fingers joined, sending her into a sprint toward her first finish line. She leaned into it eagerly, knowing it would be the first of many he would give her tonight.

“That’s it—take it how you need it,” he said, quickening his pace in time with her hips as they bucked, needy for release.

Faythe clamped down on his fingers, but he didn’t falter. He sucked harder, pushed in deeper, and Faythe’s moan choked in her throat while her legs trembled around his shoulders.

She was only just coming back down from her first high when Reylan hovered over her and his mouth claimed hers deeply. He’d removed his shirt, and Faythe’s fingers traced over the hard contours of him. Over his sides, over his scarred back. When she broke the kiss, she stared down at where the ruin had left an arrow-shaped scarring like a brand. The blackness had faded but still lingered around the edges like the vines of a petal. Many of them. Like a black rose.

Reylan’s arm curved around her back, lifting her into his lap. He stood effortlessly with her, carrying her to the bed. Being swept away from the caress of the fire made her shiver, but she knew the chill wouldn’t last long.

He laid her down, and she didn’t know when he’d thought to be prepared with rope, which he retrieved from a drawer.

“You’ve thought about this for a while,” she noted.

Pure lust glazed his eyes as he returned, looking over her naked body before taking hold of one of her ankles.

“You have no idea.” Reylan pulled her down the bed, and desire sparked through her core. With her knee bent, he tied her ankle before securing the other end to the bedpost.

His stare tightened her skin, and she wiggled with renewed need.

Reylan tied her other ankle in the same manner before crawling over the bed and straddling her waist. He took both her hands, tying her wrists together before leaning in, holding them above her head.

“Don’t move them from here,” he said—a deliciously tempting warning.

“Yes, general,” she said in a low lilt that flared his eyes.

Reylan’s hand wrapped around her throat before he kissed her with abandon. Devoured her like he’d done between her legs. Stealing her breath until she became lightheaded.

He pulled back abruptly, only to descend on her neck, which made her moan loudly, surging toward another climax already with the strong desire for him to bite her; claim her.

“Make me yours, Reylan,” she begged.

“I will, but I plan to be inside you in two ways as I do.”

His hand slipped down her body before two fingers plunged inside her without warning. The rope burned slightly against Faythe’s ankles as she strained, back arching from the sparks of pleasure. She needed more. More fullness; more of him inside her. He was driving her to the brink of pleasure-hazed madness.

Faythe tried to reject another orgasm, but Reylan demanded it from her. His fingers hooked inside her, dragging her toward that edge as if it had become a game between them and he was winning. Reylan chuckled, the low vibration teased over her nipple as he felt her resistance. He sucked her breast, throwing her over the cliff of another climax that burst warmth over her body, tingling from her core, up her spine, and pooling out from between her legs.

Her back flattened on the matures as she caught her breath, so spent but eager for more of his delicious torture.

She didn’t know when he’d removed his pants, but the feel of his length sliding over her wet core caused her brow to pinch tightly with the shoots of sensitivity after her climax. Faythedefied his order, bringing her bound hands down to slip between them and grip hold of him. Reylan hissed. His hips jerked into her palms. He glanced between them, watching her pump him over her slickness. His gaze of pure lust turned her on so much she was melting for him.

Faythe lined him up to sink inside her, and he obliged. Slowly. He lifted her hands away by the rope that bound them, and he kept hold of her wrists above her head this time as he watched himself inch inside her.

“This will never not be a sight to fucking worship,” he rasped. Reylan groaned when he was fully seated. His eyes met hers with such intense passion she lost herself in his gaze for a moment.

Reylan retrieved a pillow from behind her, and she already knew what he wanted. She lifted her hips for him to slide it under her lower back. Then Reylan let go.

He slammed into her with a pace that claimed her to her bones. Reylan made sure every inch of her would feel his claim on her tonight. She let him have his way with her, bound and vulnerable to his mercy, and she’d never felt so wholly worshipped and pleasured. Much as she wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and take him deeper, there was something so seductive about being under his control that pushed her toward yet another climax so fast.

“I’m going to…” Faythe swore, trying to hold some of herself together, but she was clay under his demanding grip.

Reylan leaned into her, his pants close to her ear surging her lust. “Come for me, Phoenix. You’re mine. I claim you under every God that bears witness, and against every objection the stars might have. I claim you in every realm and in every time, eternally.”

She’d tried to be prepared for the moment Reylan sank his teeth into her neck, but expectation was nothing close to the real moment. The sting of his fangs piercing her skin subsidedunder a fast tidal wave of euphoric pleasure like nothing she’d experienced before.

Within her, something snapped sharply, and she gasped. It tugged, finding another severed thread to join with. Her soul transcended with Reylan’s, forging through time and space and everything that existed beyond. Her body trembled but soared. Completely weightless, she was a shooting star.

All that was left was for her to claim him back.

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