Page 50 of His Dark Delights
“I wanted them to see what’s mine and know they could never have you. Yet there you were flirting with every lord that even glanced your way,” I replied, struggling to speak below the music.
“And what of you? Letting the ladies of the court fawn over you and drape themselves across your chest. What am I here for when you could have any one of them?”
The challenge in her eyes incensed me. She doubted my affections for her. Was her faith in my feelings so poor that one mistaken moment could tear us apart so quickly?
Before she had a chance to bite, I spun Lilly toward the shadow-heavy corners. She startled but allowed me to drag her through the barrier of towering curtains and escape outside onto the balcony unseen.
Away from the lights and noise, we were now completely alone with the pitch-dark sky and dim lights of the kingdom far, far below. So high in the sky, thatbalcony overlooked the wide stretch of the kingdom, where the dark horizon melded with the inky depths of the sky rippling with stars darting like silver fish in a black sea.
“You, Lilly, you torment me.” I collared her throat, backing her up into a column between the wide windows. On the other side of the glass, ladies giggled, and lords boasted nonsense. A hint of the music reached us among the silence of the night. “All night, all fucking night, you were the only thing I could see. I watched your every movement, every dance, every time you opened your lips and laughed at another man.”
“I only did what was expected of me. What I was taught to do.” She peered up at me under heavy lashes and licked her bottom lip as the space decreased between us. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“No, I want you. Only you.” My voice came out harsher than intended. Yet I felt her heartbeat flutter against my palm all the same.
Tension hung, thick and alive, between us. That living essence of our shared lust coiled tight and drove us into one another’s orbit—again and again. This time was no different, only stirred anew by the night’s jealousy.
“Ren.” I stole the breath from her lungs, tasting the bittersweet flavor of my name whimpered on her tongue. She tasted like bubbling wine and whined in the back of her throat, and she licked my tongue when I plundered her mouth.
Frenzied and animalistic, I rucked up the silky layers of her gown. It billowed around her hips, a cloud of green floating above her bare, creamy thighs. Voracious, as if malnourished and she was a meal, Iconsumed her, devoured her mouth and ravaged her. One swipe from my empty hand revealed her lack of underwear and the slick arousal weeping from her exposed cunt.
“Fuck, Lilly. So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” A vicious shiver rolled through her, accompanied by a reedy moan. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
She obeyed.
Using the column as leverage, I trapped her where I wanted her, grinding into the softest part of her body. Open-mouthed, she keened against my lips as I hooked a hand beneath her knee and hiked it around my waist. Closer and closer, but never close enough.
“What—what are you doing to me?” she whimpered.
“I think I’ve made my intentions clear enough.” My free hand unlaced my trousers, and I freed my length, throbbing and hard for her. She sighed when I grabbed her waist and guided her down onto my cock. Her cunt slipped over the head, lower lips parting to welcome my girth. Lilly bodily quivered as I impaled her in one greedy thrust.
“Ren. Oh, Ren,” she repeated, her lust-drunk mantra.
Buried to the hilt, I ground slowly against her, urging her to feel every inch of me intimately buried within her. Hot, tight, wet, and always so welcoming for me. Her pussy wept for me, and for me alone. I looked into her eyes, willing her to see my need and urgency for her.
She made a strangled, wanton sound in the back of her throat as I plunged into her again.
“You like that?”
Lilly nodded. Her eyes drifted shut as she succumbed to the pleasure in her core. My sense of urgency increased as I recalled every man who had laid a hand on her for the past several hours. All those dances, all those subtle yet lingering touches. I needed to erase the stain of them from her body, from her mind.
My hips snapped into hers, speeding up and intensifying. Rough and brutal, punishing her for the attention of others. Her nails dug into my shoulders and sweet little “ah ah ahs” flitted from her sensual lips.
Lilly buried her face in my neck before nuzzling lower into my shoulder. She pressed harder, attempting to muffle the symphony of pleasure rising from her chest. I couldn’t have that.
“No, no, sweet girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make for me.” I kept one hand on her hip and tipped her head back with the other.
“Ren, your guests will hear us—”
“Good,” I gritted out, fucking into her harder. “Let every poor sod in the kingdom hear you calling out my name, so they know who you belong to.”
“Ren!” Her cunt pulsed along my length, reacting to my words even if she would deny it. Her legs trembled around my hips, a sure sign her climax neared.
“You know you’re mine, don’t you?” My thrusts slowed, staying buried as I rocked into her clit to drive her mad.
Something akin to a warbled half-moan, half-sob escaped her. Her throat clicked as if she balanced on the cusp of wailing. “Yes,” she admitted in a rasp.
“Good girl,” I crooned, loving how her cunt fluttered on my cock when I praised her. Twitches in her lower half and the shaking in her thighs warned me of herimpending release. “Just like that, Lilly. Come on. Give me what I want. Let me feel you come for me.”
