Page 147 of The Call of Crimson
“Just do it,” she whispers.
“Sorry, darling, that’s not how this works.” I push a fraction of an inch further inside her, nearly groaning at how slowly I must take this for her sake. “If at any point it’s too much for you, you will say the wordking.”
She writhes beneath me, eyes flaring wide, whether from my words or the additional inch of me now inside her, I can’t be sure.
Her hands grasp at my arms, nails biting into my skin, drawing blood in tiny pebbled bursts that only make me groan.
“It’s so much,My Lord,” she rasps as I work another inch deeper, the head of my cock breaching the tight ring of her ass.
A dark rumbling laugh escapes me at her defiance with that title, even now, in the midst of being fucked.
“What’s so funny?” she pants.
“You, little demon,” I smirk. “Your defiance, even in the most intimate of moments, is entirely predictable. I do love your pervasive need to defy me, though.”
I can see her actively resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she stares me down.
“Are you in yet,My Lord?” she snarks
Looking down between us, I grin. “You’re doing so well for me… but you’re only halfway there, little demon.”
She curses under her breath, but it quickly becomes a garbled moan as I push deeper.
Her lips open as if to reply, but I swear if the next words from her mouth aren’t my name as she moans, then I’ll bottom out in her just to hear her scream.
As if she senses my thoughts, her mouth snaps shut.
Good girl.
I lean down, taking her nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it until it hardens into a stiff peak.
Inch by slow inch, I work the rest of my length inside her, until I’m fully sheathed in a tightness so euphoric we both groan.
“Fuck, Princess,” I rasp, “look at how well you take my cock.”
Her eyes burn into mine, full of a web of emotions I work to disentangle. In the corners, shadows swirl in a way that makes her emerald eyes glitter in contrast.
I pepper kisses along her jaw, biting softly at the pulse point of her neck, giving her time to adjust.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise when she rocks her hips against mine in a clear demand.
Gently, I pull out and thrust back in, short, controlled strokes.
The tightness of her around me nearly unravels me with each slow, deliberate thrust. She was tight before, but this fit has me nearly delusional with pleasure.
There is no doubt in my mind, Breyla Rozaria was made for me.
Her nails bite into the skin of my chest, her shadows breaking free of her control and swirling around us.
At first, they gently cover my skin, filling me with a warmth and familiarity that makes my blood hum. But they quickly grow needy, tightening around my neck and shifting my gaze to hers.
“I’m not fragile, Aurelius.” Her voice is a breathy demand. “Now, fuck me in the way I know you’re desperate to.”
It undoes me, my restraint snapping like a twig.
I pull back nearly to the tip and slam back inside to the hilt. The scream I pull from her is like my own personal siren’s call.
I take her in deep, punishing thrusts, rolling my hips into hers until her moans turn incoherent.
