Page 132 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
My movements are quick as I flip Lenore in the air and wrap her in shadows. I’ve always enjoyed tying her up. More intricate bondage has become a new favorite hobby. Shadows make perfects ropes—soft, flexible, but strong as hell. My queen looks too delectable upside down. Her flowing starry hair hangs down, brushing the top of the shiny emerald floor. Even the small thatch of hair between her thighs has been stripped of color.
Maybe she never really died and just fell from the heavens instead. A fallen star. Or an angel. That makes more sense. Her beauty and light are too magical to have come from somewhere as bland as the mortal realm.
Lenore watches me undress. My cock is hard and ready as I approach her, leveling the shadows so that her pussy is at mouth height.
“It’s been ages since I’ve tasted you.”
She giggles. “You ate me out before my eyes were even open this morning. That was only a few hours ago.”
“Centuries in the life of an immortal with an addiction to such a perfect pussy.” The flat of my tongue grazes up the length of her. She spreads her knees for me. “Good little raven.”
I send several shadows inside her, stroking her inner walls while I lap at her clit until she shakes.
“Harrow…”
“Mmhmm?” I hum against her.
“I swear if you make me squirt in this position and it gets in my hair I will not be happy. Flip me over.” She squirms. “Better yet, put me on my feet. I want to try something.”
“My, my, Roseheart. You’re awfully bossy for someone getting their cunt devoured.”
She huffs. “That’s because I already had a plan in mind today and you distracted me.”
“Distracted you? With this?” Sucking her clit between my lips, I massage the tip of my tongue over the throbbing flesh.
Lenore’s climax is instant. I’ve calmed the shadows fucking her enough that she doesn’t squirt. When her trembling subsides, I drop into a crouch until we’re eye to eye. “Still want me to stop?”
“That was perfect, but yes. I really want to try something.” She sticks her lip out in a pout.
“Ungrateful,” I mutter, turning her upright and dropping the binds. My hands grip her waist, helping to steady her while she finds her balance.
“Thank you.”
Kissing my way up her neck, I murmur, “Now, what was so important that you stopped me in the middle of a feast?”
Lenore chews her lower lip. I know that look. She’s up to something. “Don’t you ever get tired of being in control? I know the responsibility of your position can weigh you down.”
“Which is why I much prefer positions where I get to weigh you down.” My fingers dip between her thighs.
She backs away. “I’m serious. Haven’t you ever wanted to give up control? Even for a few minutes? It must be exhausting to have to control every aspect of an entire realm and never get the chance to fully surrender to anything.”
Her words ring true. “Yes. The weight of ruling the Underworld does crush me under its proverbial boot some days. It’s challenging, but there’s no one else to do it. If I’m not on top of things all the time, I risk destroying the peace and sanctity of every living thing that’s ever passed to my realm. But there’s nothing I can do to change my fate.”
The guilt each time I fail and lose another garden full of pure souls to the river of the damned eats away at my confidence. Their undeserving faces beneath the water haunt me.
“What if you could relinquish control, just for a few minutes, would you do it?”
“Are we talking about relinquishing control to you?” She nods quickly in reply. “I suppose I would.”
“You trust me, right?”
“With everything I am. There is no greater trust.”
Lenore grins before stowing her smile, her face turning stony. “Agreed. Now, get on your knees.”
For a moment I just stand there. Lenore has never taken charge before. She arches a brow, shifting her gaze to the floor and back.
Lowering to my knees, I peer up at her. “I suppose I can eat you just as well from this angle.”
