Page 31 of The Call of Crimson
“I think you want me to. This delicious cunt is begging to be filled; begging formeto fill it.” He pumps his fingers in and out, curling them in a come-hither motion that has me arching my back into his touch.
“If you’re going to fuck me, Aurelius, fuck me like you mean it,” I demand.
His lips crash into mine, punishing me with every stroke of his tongue. He wastes no time, unbuttoning and sharply yanking my pants down as far as my riding boots will allow.
He breaks our kiss, flipping me over so my ass is in the air. I hiss as I feel the sharp sting of his palm on my bare flesh. Wrapping my braid around his fist, he uses it as leverage to pull me flush against his chest.
I feel the tip of his cock align with my center and gasp. “This means nothing. It’s purely physical, nothing more.”
“Sure, Princess,” he growls, biting down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “But let’s get one thing straight—you will not come until I say so and not without my name on those pretty lips.”
Before I can respond, he thrusts in deep, taking me completely in one stroke.
I bite my lip, trying to adjust to his size all at once. Despite how wet I am, there’s still a sting from the sudden intrusion. He fills me in the most glorious way, but it’s a lot to take all at once.
He yanks my head back further, claiming my mouth while his other hand finds my clit.. My tongue parts his lips, meeting his own and deepening the kiss. He circles my clit as he fucks me with long, punishing strokes.
The pace he sets is relentless, and I can’t contain the sounds his pleasure elicits. I moan loudly, demanding, “More.”
“Say my name,” he growls as he fucks me harder. His cock hits that glorious spot inside me, sending shivers down my spine as my core tightens around him.
“No,” I gasp as his fingers increase in pace and pressure against my clit. I push my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He growls, biting down on my bottom lip. “This cunt belongs to me and you know it.”
I feel my inner walls tighten, a warmth building low in my belly. “I still fucking hate you,” I reply, unsure if it’s a moan or growl that accompanies the words.
Right at the edge of orgasm, it recedes. The throbbing in my clit dulls.
“Hate me all you want, little demon,” Aurelius pants, his thrusts growing erratic, “but you will scream my name if you want to come.”
My nipples tighten, sensation becoming intense as if someone were pinching them. He keeps me on that precipice until I decide it’s not worth fighting anymore, and moan, “Aurelius, please.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, releasing his Gift’s hold on me. The orgasm crashes through me, and this time, I scream his name as he continues to fuck me through wave after wave of utter blissful destruction.
A second later, he follows, spilling inside me with a low, guttural growl.
We collapse into silence, both of us gasping for air. He presses kisses along my neck, withdrawing with care, his come slipping down my thighs.
Fingers trail through the mess he left, and he smirks as he shoves it back inside. I fight a groan at the barbaric and possessive need he has when it comes to me. Lacking water and with no way to clean me, he pulls my pants back into place, trapping the sticky mess in my undergarments. He wipes one hand on his own tunic before dragging both to my hips, where they linger.
“Did you enjoy the show, brother?” he calls out casually.
My head whips around to where Aurelius is looking; horror tinged with intrigue swirls through my gut, the dream still fresh in my mind.
Ayden steps out from behind a tree, his expression unreadable.
I should be furious right now, but I’m too caught up in post-orgasmic bliss to care. Instead, I ask, “How long were you watching?”
“From the very start, Princess.” Aurelius pulls me to my feet, dusting the dirt and twigs from me.
“And you knew he was there,” I say incredulously, “but you just fucked me anyway?”
“I had to show the prince just how well we work together,” Aurelius says, referencing their argument from several days ago.
“And you let him?” I cock a brow at Ayden.
“I—”
