Page 60 of A Darkness So Sweet

Maia licked her lips, and he watched that pretty pink tongue dart out. He wanted that tongue in his mouth, on his body, teasing his cock. He wanted to know what she could do with it, and more so, he wanted to know what would please her when she used it.

“Again,” she whispered, as though the word felt foreign on her tongue.

“I am begging you,” he said, dragging his tusks so close to where she needed him. Where he could see the faintest shine of her desire. “I’ve had a very long day, wife. I would love nothing more than to lick you here. To feed you my fingers until you beg for my cock. I want you writhing underneath me, all that pretty skin turning bright pink as it always does. I want to hear your moans again. Let me fill this room with the sound of your pleasure.”

That flush spread even further. She was panting now, her chest rising and falling with need. All he desired was for her to let go. He wanted her to give him the single word that would allow him to devour her whole.

“If I say no?” she asked.

“Then I will go to the tavern with my brother. I will leave you here to bake in this room, to fill it with more of your bread.” He blew out a long breath, knowing it would make her shiver. “But I’m praying you do not say no.”

His muscles were so tight he felt like he was shaking. But then she met his gaze and said, “Taste me, husband.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

MAIA

Maia had no idea what had come over her. She wasn’t this wanton woman laid out on a counter with her legs spread wide and a monstrous being kneeling between them. But then, when she looked down her body and saw those strange eyes and the tusks he dragged against her skin, all she could think about was that she could be the wild and wicked thing that lived inside of her.

All she had to do was ask him. To beg, as he wanted her to do. But it was more than that.

The other troll wives had impressed upon her that troll men worshiped their wives. They were guided by a feminine hand, and in that way, she had to be the woman he needed her to be. If she wanted this to happen, then all she had to do was say so. If she didn’t? She was still in control.

She’d never been in control of anything her entire life. Everyone had looked at her as this weak-willed woman who needed to be ordered around, pushed toward so much that she didn’t want to do, and had to be protected by a man because she certainly couldn’t do it herself.

That was not what the trolls thought. They looked at women as capable, influential, and knowledgeable creatures who had use in a society. That freedom bloomed inside of Maia’s chest. It gave her the confidence to tell him to taste her. Because that was what she wanted.

The low groan that echoed out of his chest made her feel powerful. She held the reins of this troll between her thighs. All she had to do was tug at them and suddenly, he was hers. Overwhelmed. Needy. He’d been begging her for a taste and now, as his tongue slid up between her thighs, all she could think was that finally she would get what she wanted.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, the motion so light she could barely feel it until he was circling it just with the tip. She couldn’t breathe with the pleasure that coursed through her body. Zings of it moved up her form, lighting in her chest as every muscle tightened at the sensation.

“I have been waiting for this moment,” he snarled against her skin as he drew back. She almost complained, but then his fingers replaced his mouth.

Those broad, blunt fingertips were so much larger than she remembered. It was like a monster traced her seam, a featherlight touch moving down her folds, parting her for his gaze. She was likely red-faced and panting as she watched him, but Maia found she couldn’t draw her eyes away from what he was doing to her.

Being touched like this? It was more than she could survive. She was certain of it. Because he used both of his thumbs, spreading her ever wider and nudging her legs even farther apart. The breath in her lungs grew thin, like there just wasn’t enough air in the room.

And then he descended upon her. He feasted, his tongue lapping before suddenly plunging into her depths. She arched, her gaze flying up to the stone ceiling like that would provide some kind of answer for what was being done to her. Every nerve ending in her body coiled tighter, searching for something impossible and something she simply could not understand.

One massive, clawed hand trailed up her body. His hand grasped her breast, molding it into his palm before using those claws to pinch her nipple until sparks danced down her body. And then he stopped everything and made her look back down her body at him. All she could see were her own heaving breasts and the need in his eyes.

“I told you that I would wait to fill you until you begged,” he murmured. “You’ve earned it, fire hair.”

Earned... what?

She watched, breathless still, as he lifted his free hand to his mouth. With a sharp snap of those jaws, tusks flashing in the light of the kitchen, he bit off two of his claws. The middle finger and the ring finger. It took so little for him to break them, but the sound of the snapping claw filled the room.

With his gaze holding hers prisoner, he slowly sank that thick middle finger into her. She couldn’t look away from that heated gaze even as she clenched around him.

Even his finger felt massive. She felt her body trying to adjust to him, strange as it was to think that it was only his finger. But when he’d gone as far as he could, he ground the heel of his palm against her clit and suddenly she felt another rush of passion flooding through her.

“Look how well you take me,” he muttered, and then his gaze released her because he was staring down at where they were connected, an expression of awe on his face. “So tight. By all the gods, fire hair, you’re so fucking tight.”

Maybe that was a problem, but she didn’t care right now. All she wanted was for him to move. She rocked her hips, a slight, keening cry moving through her throat. Maia needed him to move. She needed the friction that would give her that bright, sparkling release unlike anything else in this world. Sheneeded.

He shushed her, a low chuckle reverberating through his chest. “Easy. I’ll take care of you.”

And then he pulled his finger out, only to plunge it back inside of her. Hard. So hard she rocked on the table, throwing her head back as blistering pleasure set her body alight. He moved like a man possessed, each thrust of his finger so brutal that she was nearly crying. Everything in her coiled, tensed, certain that she would fall apart.

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