Page 132 of The Poison Daughter
I bite down, but he shoves his fingers back into my throat. When I gag and open, he chuckles into my ear.
“I can’t wait to do that with my cock.”
His voice is low enough that only I can hear, and I shiver at the thought. I don’t actually want that. My brain is slow from the aftereffects of the orgasm.
Surely he’s not planning on this now. It wasn’t one of the activities we discussed.
“Oh no, not tonight, lovely,” he taunts, his voice low and full of certainty. “You’re going to ask for this again, and when we’re away from this crowd, I’m going to love watching you choke on my cock as much as you’re going to like me making you.”
I shove my hand into his hair and hold him in place as I bite his ear. “Only in your wettest dreams will you see me on my knees for you.”
He thrusts into me harder and chuckles. “That would be more believable if you weren’t soaking for me. If you get this slick for someone you can’t stand, I’d love to see how you respond when you actually like someone.”
“Shut up and move,” I grunt into his ear.
The man is bent on doing exactly what I tell him not to. He pulls back, looks me in the eye, and pauses his movement so the pressure that had been mounting dissipates. His smug smile is maddening.
I briefly consider slapping him, but I’m afraid he’d like it.
He shifts, hooking his arms under my knees to push them higher toward my shoulders. The new, deeper angle has me arching off the bed.
I curse, hands fisting in the sheets. He’s so deep, and I should hate it, but it feels so good I can hardly breathe as he finds a slower pace.
He watches his cock slide in and out of me with hooded eyes, and I can’t look away. It feels so good.
“You look so beautiful taking me like this. I hate that anyone else is seeing it. I want your pleasure to myself.”
I shouldn’t like those words, but the possessive edge to them that would normally be a massive turnoff is unbelievably hot when I’m this close to a release.
The only thing holding me back is the relentless reminder of everyone in the room watching. They haven’t moved, but all conversations have ceased, and their hungry gazes are all on us.
Henry groans, his dark blue eyes narrowed in intense concentration. I swear to the Divine it feels like he’s getting bigger, but it must be the mounting pleasure. I’m clenching tighter with every slow thrust.
When he meets my gaze again, his eyes are full of heat and unnerving softness. “I knew this is what you needed. As much as I’d love to choke you until you come all over my cock, I know what you need is a nice, sweet fuck. A soft fuck for a secretly soft woman.”
He thrusts in deeper, and my eyes roll back, fingernails scratching up his back. “That’s right, lovely—” He breaks off into some sort of incomprehensible praise as my pussy clamps down on him harder and he presses my legs back further.
“Fuck, you’re flexible,” he groans.
He momentarily loses control, fucking me hard and fast. I’m gasping for air, nails scoring his shoulders, as the tension in my body becomes so extreme that spots form in my vision. I’m so close it hurts.
But then he stops all at once. I let out a mortifying whine. His aura is shooting off bright flares in all directions. He’s close too, but he’s stopped to stare into my eyes.
His hands come to cup my face.
Then, he kisses me hard and starts to move again. He releases his arms from under my legs and cups my ass in his hands. I wrap my thighs around his hips, arching up to meet his every thrust.
Immediately, I’m lost in blinding rapture again.
It’s the kissing. I’m terrified at the way this tenderness has me so undone, so quickly. I’m holding off the climax by sheer force of will. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of it being this easy.
He kisses down my jaw and chuckles into my ear. The pleasanttimbre of it sends a shiver through me that almost pushes me over the edge.
“I love watching you fight it. I love that you’re about to have the best orgasm of your life and I’m the one giving it to you. But mostly I love how much you hate it.” His voice is a hoarse groan in my ear, but the certainty makes me shudder. “That’s right. Be a good little wife and give me what I want.”
It’s tempting to defy him, but he kisses me again, and the tension in my body is so intense. Every nerve ending in my skin is electrified with pleasure. The climax is close but somehow elusive. What if I can’t? What if we fail the ritual?
My skin is covered in goosebumps and my nipples are so hard they hurt.
