Page 122 of The Call of Crimson
His teeth scrape the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and a helpless whimper tears from my throat.
“Bloody fucking hypocrite,” I breathe. “You were engaged to my mother. How do you think I felt?”
He breaks the hold on my neck, abruptly flipping my body so I’m splayed out on a table with my back to him.
The skirts of my dress are shoved up, my bare sex exposed to him. A cool breeze pebbles my skin as he groans at the sight of me.
“I was only engaged to your mother to protect you and the kingdom,” he grits out. “And now I’m here to watch you come undone.”
A sharp slap lands on my ass, making me cry out.
Another.
Another.
Pain and pleasure twist deliciously together.
“How is this any different?” I gasp. “I’m not here by choice, Aurelius. This was decided for me, and you were there to see it happen.”
I hear the rustle of his pants behind me, then he presses the thick head of his cock to my entrance, teasing me.
“Maybe not.” His voice is a rumble of pure, vicious need. “But this? This is.”
I tremble as he nudges the tip inside.
“Don’t,” I warn, but even I hear how weak my resolve is.
“Don’t what, little demon?” he growls. “Don’t fuck you until you remember you’re mine?”
He slaps my ass again, making me clench around nothing, desperate for him to give me more than just the tip.
“Don’t shove my cock so far in you that you scream my name for the entire castle to hear?” he taunts, voice rough.
Aurelius circles my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, coating his fingers in my liquid heat.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me,” he muses, almost in awe.
“Aurelius, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
Begging him to stop.
Begging him tobreakme.
“Please, what?”
He swirls his fingers again, building the heat in my already throbbing center.
“I’m engaged, Aurelius. You know this is wrong.” It’s a last, feeble attempt at reason.
Instead of pulling away, he growls, and with one brutal thrust, sheathes himself inside me completely.
I gasp, my nails clawing at the table as I struggle to adjust. He was a lot even when I was warmed up, but with no preparation, I’m left feeling so full I might burst.
“Little demon,” he grits out, “don’t pretend that means anything to either of us. You’re mine.And I’ll keep reminding you until you remember.”
He pulls back and thrusts harder.
A shrill laugh sounds from the hallway, and he stills, every muscle locked tight.
