Page 25 of Midnight Reign
I nod, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Good,” Zephyr says, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. “Because now it’s your Master’s turn.”
He spins me around and pushes me face-first against the wall. His body presses against my back, hard and unmoving. His arousal presses insistently against my arse.
“Hands on the wall,” he whispers in my ear.
I comply instantly, my palms flat against the cool stone of the interior tower wall. Zephyr’s hands roam over my body, teasing and possessive. He pushes up the tee I’m wearing, exposing my bare arse to the room.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So eager, so willing.” He slaps my arse hard, and I yelp. “Shh,” he murmurs.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Zephyr’s hand comes down on my arse again, the sting sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His other hand slides around to my pussy, his fingers dipping between my legs to find me already wet and wanting.
“So responsive,” he purrs, his fingers circling my clit teasingly. “Did you miss me, princess? Did you miss your Master?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back against him. “Please, Zephyr...”
“No, princess. That’s not who I am right now.”
“Please, Master,”
He chuckles darkly. “Please, what? Tell your Master what you want.”
I whimper, desire clouding my mind. “Please fuck me,” I beg shamelessly.
Before I can suck in my next breath, the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. Zephyr grips my hips tightly, and with one powerful thrust, he’s buried inside me to the hilt.
I cry out at the sudden fullness, my fingers scrabbling against the wall for purchase. Zephyr sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher and higher as he reaches up to grab my wrists. He pulls my arms behind my back, crossing them as he slams into me.
“Do you like being watched, princess?” Zephyr growls in my ear.
I gasp, suddenly remembering we’re not alone. The knowledge that they’re seeing me like this, being claimed so thoroughly by Zephyr, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“Yes,” I moan. “I love it.”
Zephyr’s grip on my wrists tightens as he continues to pound into me. “Such a naughty princess,” he purrs. “Putting on a show for all your men.”
His words make my pussy twitch. My men. The possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take what’s yours, princess. Show them who you belong to.”
I cry out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. My legs are shaking, threatening to give out, but Zephyr holds me up effortlessly.
With a particularly hard thrust, Zephyr sends me careening over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves as I clench around him, crying out in ecstasy.
Zephyr doesn’t slow down, fucking me through my climax and pushing me towards another. His grip on my wrists loosens, and he withdraws, spinning me around to face him. He lifts me and pins me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams into me again.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I open my eyes, meeting his intense purple gaze. The raw desire and possession I see there takes my breath away. Zephyr’s eyes are glowing with an otherworldly light, his power swirling around us like a living thing.
“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Say it, princess. Tell them who you belong to.”
“Yours,” I gasp, clinging to him as another orgasm builds. “I’m yours, Master.”
Zephyr crashes his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I can taste his power on my tongue, dark and intoxicating. My fangs drop, and I bite his lip, drawing blood. The taste of it sends me over the edge again, my pussy clenching around him as I cry out into his mouth.
With a final, powerful thrust, Zephyr follows me over the edge. His cock jerks inside me, unloading his cum in hot spurts, which sends me into a frenzy. He holds me there, pinned against the wall, as he pulls back, and the shadows around him swirl around us. They wrap around my wrists, my ankles, my neck, tightening their hold on me. He physically lets me go, and I’m suspended by the magick, spreadeagled in mid-air as he flicks his fingers. The tee shreds and falls off me. I gasp as the wickedly sharp edges of the tendrils of night slash into my skin, drawing blood.
