Page 52 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
Her low moan is utterly satisfying. She gasps, eyes going wide as she slaps a hand over her mouth.
I look up from between her thighs. “What is it?”
“Sound.” She shoots a nervous look to the door. “The guards are being extra careful after earlier.”
With a wave of my hand, I flood the room with shadows. They climb the walls, cover the floor, boxing us in. “Nothing gets past my shadows. Not even your moans of pleasure.”
I lick her again, stopping to suck on her clit. Her lips are pressed together, muffling her sounds. My growl startles her and her mouth pops open. Another delectable moan slips out.
“That’s better.” I grin, readying myself to feast. “Now, let me hear just how good it feels.”
My mouth connects to her pussy and doesn’t come up for air until she’s shuddering with post-climax sensitivity. Her fingers have damn near ripped my hair from my scalp. My palm against her lower stomach is all that’s keeping her upright.
“That was even better than I remembered.” Lenore’s voice is extra smoky. I’ve learned it drops lower when she’s aroused. “I didn’t even realize tongues could make that happen.”
Her inexperience only makes me harder. “Do you know what else can make that happen?”
Standing, I press my cock into her stomach. Her response is a feverish kiss and her hands hooked around my neck. She’s as light as one of my own feathers as I carry her to the bed.
Laying her on the heavy comforter, I take a moment to admire her body. Her frame is more narrow than I realized. Those damn dresses were always hiding her from me. Her breasts are small with nipples that are begging to be pulled between my teeth.
“You’re beautiful.” Achingly so. She gives me a bashful smile. “Pretty from that perfect face all the way to this wet, needy cunt.” I slide my shadows inside her, loving the way she stretches around them. My eyes are greedy as they watch the slow in and out of my dark tendrils. Lenore’s knees close. New shadows are quick to pry them wide.
“These stay open. Let me watch you come all over my darkness. I have a little trick I’d like to try.”
Moving my focus away from her clit, I send my shadows within, seeking that small, powerful spot nestled on Lenore’s inner wall. Her whole body spasms, and I know I’ve found it.
Lenore’s hands fly down. I’ve got them tied up and out of the way before she can reach between her thighs. I work the same spot with a steady, firm pressure, massaging it with precise strokes.
“Oh my god, Harrow. Harrow.” Lenore’s squirming intensifies.
“Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“You’re going to do something for me.” Her legs begin to shake. My pressure and pace never falter. “When you feel it coming, you let it all go.”
Sweat beads across her body. Two more shadows pin down her torso, forcing her to hold still enough to take my shadows exactly the way I want her to.
I know she’s close when her pleasure turns to panic. “Harrow, wait. Something…” She fights against the shadow restraints. “Something’s happening. You can’t. I need to… fuck.”
I tighten every tendril, locking her in place. I know exactly what’s happening. It’s a foreign sensation to her. She’ll learn to love it. She must, because I won’t be able to stop making her do it. Moving into position, I lower myself until I’m on my elbows and resting between her quivering thighs. “Don’t fight it.”
Her eyes are wide and wild. “Wait. I, I—Oh no.”
Her moan is a strangled cry. As soon as I feel her muscles contract, I pull my shadows free. Liquid sprays from her pussy, covering my chest and chin. Her body convulses as her release consumes her.
“That’s it. Such a good little raven, soaking me with your cum,” I praise, tasting her on my lower lip.
“What,” she chokes out, “was that?”
“You came hard enough to squirt”—I crawl over her—“and fuckkkk, it was sexy.” The need to bury myself in her overtakes me.
“Oh my god, I thought I was about to… I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”
“Yes, you have.”
“How can you be sure?”
