Page 111 of Warrior's Reign
“Wait, what? When did you—”
He stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth and bound it with deft fingers. She glared at him, starting to sit up but he shifted, placing a warning hand on her chest. Reign stilled.
After a long stare down, he released her then took another strip and wrapped it around her ankle.
She spoke around the makeshift gag, voice muffled, words slightly distinguishable. “Is this necessary?”
Her body chortled, clit dancing around in glee at the rough handling. Evidently the bed was equipped, because he tied the jagged fabric bits somehow and when she tugged experimentally, she found her splayed legs well and truly secured.
Nothing covering her but the black scrap of lace. Vykhan stared at it contemplatively, then hooked a finger and yanked that too.
The cloth must not have seams. Who bought his girlfriend dresses designed to rip easily?
She considered the implications of that, heart beat racing.
“Now,” he said. “Will you behave, or do I need to secure your hands as well?” His mouth quirked. Eyes still dark, voice still rough. “And no, I didn’t need to tie up your ankles, but I’m not in my peaceful place right now, Reign. You should have let me go tonight.”
What, did he think he could tongue her to death or something? As far as she knew, no woman had ever died from oral.
He was certainly welcome to try, though.
She tilted her head, lifting an eyebrow.
Vykhan chuckled, then took her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. When he was satisfied, one hand slid between her thighs, parting her folds wide. He stared, thumb stroking her nub experimentally.
Reign sucked in her breath, hips bucking from just that small caress. The noise in her throat demanded.
He lifted his brows. “You misunderstand your current position.”
Strong fingers slid up her torso, cupped her bare breasts. He squeezed, nothing gentle in his touch, each finger a sear of possession. He plucked her nipples into hard buds, tugging and twisting as she writhed, deliberately fondling her to the edge of pain.
“Such pretty little things,” he murmured. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined coming all over them.”
Oh,shit.Her clit mewled.
Sat up and begged.
His dark smile told her he knew it too.
Vykhan lowered himself to his knees, leaving her swollen, abused breasts alone, and blew gently between her legs. Her inner thighs clenched.
“Should I lick you fast,” he murmured, “or slow? Give you an orgasm now, or bring you to the brink again and again with no relief? Hmm. So many options.”
Her hands crept towards his head. They had minds of their own and a clear preference for his next action. His head snapped up, and he pinned her with a look.
“Keep your hands down, Reign, or I’ll bind them too. You can’t touch me. I’ll give you what you need, but you can’t have my cock tonight.”
It made absolutely no sense. If his control was so bad he thought fucking her vagina would hurt her, then how did licking her till she screamed help the situation at all?
“I feel your energy, your lust,” he said, drawing a finger between her folds. “Once you’re. . .calmer. . .I’ll be able to think more rationally again.”
Vykhan pressed his mouth against her mound, tongue unerringly finding her clit. He drew the bit of flesh into his mouth, his tongue flicking, increasing the pace, applying pressure at just the right angle.
She pressed her hips against his mouth, tangling her hands in the sheets to avoid touching him as he’d requested. A note in his voice warned her that if she violated his trust, there wouldn’t be a second chance.
Her walls clenched, warm honey dripping down her thighs as her body shuddered. A growl vibrated against her sensitive flesh and his tongue was swiping down, searing her with such ferocity she screamed.
Vykhan lapped at her as her hips shook. He threw his head back, a savage twist on his lips.
