Page 53 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“You did it for me in the labyrinth.”
“Oh. I didn’t even realize. I guess there was a lot going on.” She gives an embarrassed laugh. “You liked that?”
Dropping low, I steal her breath with a deep kiss, forcing her to taste herself. “I fucking loved it.” Lenore is still tied up as the head of my cock nudges at her entrance. “Will you do it again for me?” My first few inches push inside.
“Yes, god, I’ll do whatever you want.”
My movements halt. “God? No, Princess. I may have the wings of an angel and the tongue of a saint, but when you come down from all those heavenly orgasms, you’ll find yourself in bed with the devil. God couldn’t dream of the things I have in store for you.” My next thrust buries me all the way in.
Lenore half moans, half screams, as I fill her until her eyes roll back. I stretch her until I’m certain she can focus on nothing else. Not her princess duties, nor her former engagement to the king, and certainly not the prince whose taste still sullies her swollen lips.
“He’ll never be able to give you this.” My shadows tease her clit as I let myself sink into her tight heat. “He’ll never make your pussy drip the way I can. Never make you moan the way I do.”
“Who?” Lenore croaks out.
“Good girl.” Fucking her until all traces of Cassius have vanished from her thoughts seems to be working perfectly.
I release her from my shadow restraints. I need space for the things I want to do. Lifting Lenore’s ass, I tilt her hips and allow myself to enter her as deeply as possible.
Lenore cries out, hands clamoring to grab hold of me now that she’s finally untied. My movements stutter when she rubs her hands across my shoulder blades. She’s dangerously close to where my wings connect. My frenzied thrusting slows. A single finger runs along the connective tissue attaching my wing to my body. My hips jerk involuntarily. That spot is so damn sensitive.
“Don’t do that.” The words come out as a growl. Now I’m the one panting. If she keeps that up, I’ll be done too soon.
“What? This?” Lenore traces a finger across the other side. She bites her lip, grinning victoriously.
“Wicked little raven. You’re asking for it.”
Lenore
My fingers stroke the same spot, pressing between his shoulder and wing. Harrow bucks again. His hips start up, but his control has slipped. Instead of a steady, pounding rhythm, his pelvis pistons into mine with a frantic, forceful energy.
His mouth drops to my ear. “What did I just say?”
“Not to do this.” I stroke both wings this time.
“Fuck,” he gasps. I have to admit, I like feeling in control. Watching him melt beneath my touch is a turn-on I never knew I needed. “You’re pushing your luck.”
“Oh yeah?” I’ve never heard him breathe so heavily. He can barely move his hips. Every touch of my fingers near his wings has his pelvis jolting and body shaking. Pushing my luck, I squeeze the sensitive area and rub my hands up and down. His reaction is immediate.
“I warned you.”
My face hits the mattress. Fuck, he moved so fast. His breath is hot against my cheek.
“Bad ravens get punished.”
Harrow raises my hips until I’m on my hands and knees. Not being able to see him behind me has my nerves racing in anticipation of his next move. He reenters me in one swift motion and the world turns hazy. By the gods, we should have been doing this position from the start.
“Oh my god, Harrow, yes.” A sharp shock of pain slices across my ass. “Ah!”
“I’ve told you, I’m not your god. I’m your reckoning.” His hand strikes my ass again. The cold metal of his rings bites into my skin. “Now I’m going to spank you until you come for me.”
He fucks into me, cock slamming home as his hands connect with my sensitive cheeks again and again. “Harrow!”
“You decide when this stops. All you have to do is come.”
I’m sweating, shaking. My body is so overwhelmed with pleasure and pain I can barely see straight. Shadows swoop in to hold me up when my body starts to give out. My ass is throbbing. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, Harrow reaches forward to pinch my clit. The abrupt and overstimulating sensation sends me careening over the edge. I come so hard I swear I die and resurrect myself on the spot.
Harrow’s fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts inside and stills. My body spasms as he fills me, his dick jumping with every spurt. I sag, but he stays pressed inside me as an aftershock has his hands tightening and body flexing. Liquid drips down between my thighs. Is that mine or his? I don’t have it in me to care. His shadows lower me to the comforter the same moment he empties me.
