Page 113 of Sweetling
Molly delighted in feeling every bit of him she could reach, running her hands from his broad shoulders down his strong, lithe arms. She traced down the furrow of his spine to his taut backside and dipped her fingers in the winging dimples just above it. Gooseflesh bloomed across his flanks as she scored them lightly with her nails.
Allarion groaned her name, pulling back to incite her with his amethyst gaze. That hungry smile teased the corners of his lips as he pulled her toward the bed.
But when Molly expected to climb in or even have him lift her up onto the blankets, Allarion sat himself on the edge and reached for her. Pulling her by the waist, he drew her between his legs, his hands greedily running up and down her curves.
Her only warning was his grin twitching wider, then she was spun around and pulled down into his lap. He neatly gathered the long drapes of the negligee to the side, and Molly gasped to feel the burning length of his cock nestle against the gusset of her underthings.
A pleased rumble teased Molly’s back. She held her breath as he arranged her, drawing her back into his front. He hooked her knees with his, drawing her legs over his and spreading them wide. She moaned as cool air kissed her overheated skin.
Her whole body clenched with need to be so exposed, so opened. He spread her unmercifully wide, almost straining her legs, and she loved it. Reaching an arm behind her, Molly buried her hand in his starlight hair and held on.
Allarion hummed in approval, his hands coming round to claim a breast and delve between her quivering thighs. He made another pleased sound to find how easily the gusset covering her cunt unlaced.
Molly moaned again as his fingers found her slick, needy flesh. He hissed in her ear as he soaked his fingers. His other thumb strummed against her hardened nipple, using the fabric of the stays to create an extra spark of friction.
He held her like that, suspended and exposed, as his fingers worked her higher and higher. She had no real leverage like this, no way to roll her hips or bear down for more of that delicious pressure, and no matter how she whined for it, he wouldn’t be rushed.
Allarion petted and stroked and rubbed, his rhythm unhurried. Molly quickly felt herself melting, coming apart at the seams. She clutched at his head and laid her other hand over the one at her breast, pressing them harder to her.
The unyielding pressure grew low in her belly, a million little sparks of pleasure cascading from her head to her toes. Molly leaned her head onto his shoulder, arching her back and trying again to find a little leverage.
“Give me your eyes, sweetling. I want you to watch.”
With effort, Molly picked her head back up, not understanding what he meant.
He lifted the hand she held, and with a simple crook of his finger, the large gilt-framed mirror across the room slid over the floorboards. It stopped a few feet away, framing their images in gold.
Molly stared at the picture they made, her swollen lips falling open in aroused shock. She felt how wide and exposed he’d pulled her, but seeing herself spread so obscenely—her gaze snapped to movement along her pink core. Her flesh glistened in the candlelight, as did his fingers as they eased through her folds. His fingers spread her wide for their mirror selves, revealing where sheweptfor him.
His other hand returned to her breast, and she watched his fingers play and strum at her before they dug under the cup to pull her flesh free. She overspilled his hand, his fingers nearly swallowed by the plush give of her.
Molly stared at herself in the mirror, seeing how she’d gone swollen and pliant for him. She almost didn’t recognize the person staring back, lips parted on moans of pleasure and eyes gone half-mast and bleary with desire. Reclined on her fae, swathed in transparent fabric, she looked like some offering to an old god, ready to be sacrificed to their wicked desires.
His talented fingers worked her clitoris in perfect circles, but that wasn’t why Molly gasped. The tease of his magic crept up the insides of her thighs, an invisible weight that rolled like syrup up her skin. Molly shuddered as the magic pushed against her entrance, and she watched as she opened a little more for the unseen force.
His magic filled her up, and Molly couldn’t help it—she arched in his lap, head falling back onto his shoulder.
Magic working her cunt like a cock, fingers playing with clitoris and nipple, Molly couldn’t focus. Sensation crashed through her, a rip tide that pulled her under. She gasped for air but got none, her lungs squeezed tight as her body bowed, the pressure bordering on pain as it pulled tight.
Molly rolled her head to the side, wanting to watch.
She met her gaze in the mirror, and sharper than the crack of a whip, she came.
Allarion nuzzled her shoulder and then—sank his fangs into her neck.
Molly’s blood spilled across Allarion’s tongue, a metallic burst that punched through his senses and slid down his throat in a smooth glide. Bright and visceral, more potent than even magic, it pooled in his center.
It conquered his senses and focus, even as he felt the spend splash from his angry cock, even as Molly’s slick soaked his hand. What had to be his stomach, never used before, clenched around the sweet invasion of her blood, and another orgasm lurched through him tohave her taste on his tongue.
He held her in a merciless grip, his instincts needing to hold and claim and keep. She came apart in his arms so prettily, her body bowed to thrust her heavy breasts forward and her pink cunt down. She overspilled his hands, dripping onto the floor to join the pearlescent ropes of his spend.
Allarion lapped at the two punctures he’d made, sealing them before he took too much. He couldn’t quite settle on any one emotion as she went lax in his arms, legs and arms gone boneless and her head falling back onto his shoulder. His own release left him shaking, but still he couldn’t loosen his hold.
Nuzzling at her silky skin, what settled over him then was a bone-deep satisfaction, the craving that had dogged him for so long finally abated. He swallowed down every last drop of her he’d taken, amazed and so, so grateful for the gift he’d been given.
When he was sure she wouldn’t bleed and his legs wouldn’t give out, Allarion stood. Molly slumped neatly into his arms as he turned to place her reverently on the bed.
She looked up at him with soft, sultry eyes, her lips flushed and swollen.
