Page 234 of The Call of Crimson
He rips the thin cotton down the middle without breaking our kiss, leaving me entirely bare as the ruined fabric falls.
A whimper escapes me with the combination of pain and pleasure erupting as he bites my lip and pinches the delicate peak of my breast.
With one hand, he unbuckles and removes his belt. I reach for the button of his leathers, but he swats my hand away, instead grabbing both my wrists and bringing them together in front of me.
He binds my wrists tightly together using the belt and grins wildly. Something sparks in his eyes at having me bound and helpless before him. Something equally as dangerous fires inside of me at the same thought.
His left hand threads through my dark waves, fingers tugging tightly, leaving me groaning from the sting.
“On your knees,” he demands before shoving me down. Thankfully, I land on my discarded cloak, lessening the impact with the stone floor.
Using his right hand, he flicks open the button of his leathers, dragging them down until his length springs free, a drip of pre-come glistening the tip.
“Shit,” I mumble. Elijah was my only point of comparison, but while he had been impressive, Cillian legitimately scares me.
“It’ll fit, I promise,” he says with a chuckle. “Now open those pretty lips for me, Ophelia.”
I do as he says, opening as wide as possible to allow him entry. Groaning at the taste of him in my mouth, I circle my tongue around the crown. I repeat the action before hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in further.
A loud moan leaves as he pants, “I’m going to fuck that heavenly mouth of yours.”
His grip in my hair tightens just before he thrusts hard, making me choke when he hits the back of my throat. But he doesn’t relent. He viciously thrusts in and out of my mouth,using me for his pleasure. Over and over, I choke around his length while tears stream down my cheeks.
Unable to move or control any of this has me more aroused than I care to admit. Wetness pools between my legs as his thrusts increase, and I’m forced to do nothing but take it from him.
Cillian abruptly pulls out, his chest heaving. He wipes away a tear as he growls, “Fuck, you look gorgeous choking on my cock.”
I bite my lip, unsure what to say to that.
He yanks me up with the hand still fisted in my hair and directs me to his bed. I lay back, letting my legs fall open for him. Teal eyes roam my body like a predator eyeing its prey. And that’s exactly what he is, a predator.
He shoves my still-bound wrists above my head as he kneels over me on the bed. His remaining clothing is removed next, and he drags his fingers up my inner thigh.
“You’re dripping for me, little goddess.” He smirks, biting seductively on his lower lip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you beg me to stop. But I won’t. I’m not stopping until you’re thoroughly spent, with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
I groan, “Then why are you still—” I’m cut off mid-sentence as he sheaths himself inside me.
I scream, partly at the pleasure erupting under my flesh and partly from the burn as I stretch to accommodate him.
“You were saying?” he asks with a wink.
“Fuck me,” I pant.
“I’m trying to, love.” He brushes his thumb over my other nipple, trailing his hand down to my navel. “I need you to relax for me so I can bury myself fully.”
My eyes widen, looking down to where we’re connected. “There’s more?” I ask in disbelief at how full I already feel.
“Not even half of it,” he growls, pushing forward another inch.
His lips find my breast, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth. At the same time, his thumb finds my clit, working it in tight circles. It’s enough to distract me as he pushes the rest of the way in one smooth stroke.
A moan rips free from my lips, my back arching off the bed as he bottoms out. He continues his ministrations on my clit and nipple for several seconds before whispering, “Enough adjusting.”
The way Cillian fucks is animalistic and raw. There is absolutely nothing soft or gentle about the way he ruts into me, his hips snapping against mine, as soft growls resonate in his throat.
His hands grip my hips so hard I know I’ll see bruises in the morning. I whimper when he tilts my hips up slightly to hit that spot inside me that has me delirious with pleasure. I clench the sheet above my head, grasping for something to hold onto.
The pressure threatens to break me, my body still fighting to handle the size of him, combined with how brutal his thrusts are.
