Page 59 of The Silver Spider
Chapter 20
He eruptedin her hand and stiffened as cum spilled over her fingers, his breath hissing between his teeth, the veins in his neck proof he was suppressing a shout. Her lips curved, and not sweetly.
Amnan’s eyes opened again and he glared. “Don’t think this makes me helpless for you.”
She didn’t say anything. And wondered exactly what a man would do to earn this particular treat every night. Was this why Maddugh followed her mother around like a lost puppy?
“Let me return the favor,” he said, voice soft.
“What?”
His lips curved; a dark, diabolical smile she recognized as a mirror of her own. His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her as he stood and swung around, setting her down on the ledge. Time slowed, Serephone hyperaware of every movement. Aware that she did nothing to stop him. He spread her thighs, eyes lowering to the flesh in between as he sank down into the rising water and his mouth latched onto her bud.
She hissed, her hips undulating as he lavished her with a greater attention than that she’d shown him. The pleasure was unknown, she’d never allowed a man to touch her like this. She’d never trusted one enough. Not after years of guarding herself and her sisters from predators; not after having her love betrayed in the worst possible way.
He lifted his head, pressed a kiss onto the inside of her thigh, and reached over to turn off the water. “Do you want a bit more?”
She wasn’t quite sure what more meant other than the obvious, but he made no move to rise above her, covering her with his body. And it hit her, suddenly, the strength in that body. The broad shoulders, the thick ropey arms. Next to him she was fragile; and Serephone knew she wasn’t a delicate woman. Despite her poverty, they’d always eaten well. And hard work sculpted lean muscles.
But she nodded, watching him, every cell in her at attention. His tongue lapped along her folds and she gasped as a finger slid inside her as he continued to play with her clit. A second finger joined, stretching her as her body slicked his passage. She braced her hands on the tile and lifted her hips, riding his fingers, teeth sinking into her own lip. It wasn’t long; her body rose to the peak and tumbled over. She didn’t recognize the cry in her ears, or the languid aftermath in her limbs. But she recognized that Amnan had given with minimal in return; certainly not the kind of pleasure any other male might feel entitled towards.
“You don’t want?” she asked, voice low.
He rose to his feet, erection jutting towards her. “I crave. But you aren’t ready.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Did I say I wasn’t ready?”
“You’re sitting on the ledge instead of crawling all over me, demanding my hot body.” He smirked. “Though if you’re inclined to a bit more play, I won’t say no.”
She stood slowly. “The bed.”
His face lost the smirk, his eyes darkening as he searched her face. “You lead.”
Serephone stepped out of the tub, pausing to drag a towel from a stack on a shelf. She hated wet sheets.
“Are you strong enough?” she asked when she heard him behind her.
He lifted her, tossing her onto the bed. Serephone twisted, hissing like cat, and rose to her knees. “Nota rag doll.”
“I really can't help myself. How do you want me?”
The words ignited an urge. She wanted him on his back, spread eagled, hands chained to the bed posts. Completely at her mercy.
“Lie down.”
He obeyed. Serephone straddled his lap. “What are we doing?” she asked.
“What do you want to be doing?”
His eyes bored into hers, clear, undemanding but hot with desire. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.
“And after?” she asked.
His hands trailed up her naked back, tiny shockwaves dancing under his fingertips wherever he touched her. “Dragons can have sex without mating. But when we mate, it’s for life. The dragon may want to keep you.”
“You talk about your ‘dragon’ like he’s separate from you.”
His half smile was rueful. “It helps me keep myself at bay with you.”
