Page 95 of Trials of Dusk and Dreams
I shake my head, braids clinking. “Not here.”
“We have space.”
“I don’t.”
I fist her hair and tilt her face upward. With the other arm braced against the doorframe, I hold my control by a thread. Can’t she see that? But her golden eyes are fever bright as they meet mine.
Gold . . . so close to yellow. The color once gave me nightmares but now fills me with longing, with insatiable need. It feels right. Good.
She parts those fucking lips and sticks her tongue out. Waits. It is an offer, an invitation.
The castle still moves around us. It’s slower, almost sluggish. She’s right. We have room. My legs are braced wide. They’ll be hit first. Not that the walls are closing in. It’s almost as if the castle is her partner in crime, plotting to force us together, to obliterate my wall of resistance.
And Styx has seemingly deemed we’re safe. He’s deserted us.
“You have a death wish,” I mutter.
She snorts. “Someone thinks highly of his dick.”
Her breath tingles the wet tip of my cock. It hurts how much I want to—need to—take my length and—fuck it.I let go of her hair and fist myself. Pleasure skates up my spine. Another drop of cum beads on my tip, and I growl out some kind of nonsensical noise. I lower the tip of my cock to her open mouth but then lift it when she tries to lick.
“No,” I growl. “No tongue yet.”
Just those tempting lips.
A flash of sass. She swallows and opens her mouth—no tongue out, just the meek offering of a soft, wet, and tight space. I swipe the blunt tip of my cock along her lower lip, leaving a glittering line behind.
“Now, use your tongue,” I growl. “Nice and slow along your lip. Taste me.”
Her tongue darts out. Licks her lip. Groans. Pants and fidgets. Needy, I realize. The scent of her arousal is heady, blooming, and growing within our cramped space. This need is animal. I have nothing to compare it to except the desire to hunt, claim, destroy, and consume. But I can’t get to her pussy to sate my thirst. Not here. And she knows it.
Emrys would say she’s manipulating me, that she’s using my desire to break my resolve. She’ll make me do something horrible for her in return. She’ll warp my mind.
He couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s freeing me. She’s showing me she’s unafraid of my passion, my hunger. She wants us to be equal. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Gold eyes narrow. Harden. “Stick it in, or I’ll take it.”
I chuckle. “You think you can take it from me?”
She sinks her teeth into my thigh, clamping hard until I hiss. When I grab her hair with two fists, she smirks and takes my cock. Pumps. I am too overcome with pleasure to think of?—
Licks.
Swirls her tongue.
Nibbles.
“Fuck,” I grunt and grip the doorframe to stop my knees buckling. She takes me a little deeper. Over her tongue until my crown touches the back of her throat. She comes off me, and I almost weep from the loss. It was over too soon.
“Mmm,” she hums. More pumping and licking as she contemplates my cock. “You might be right.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure if I can take you all the way. You’re so big.”
I growl, hook my finger into her mouth, open her wide. The thought of not being able to fit drives me mad. My voice deepens, “You can take me.”
Pure sensual mischief. Smug.
