Page 97 of Master of Storms
She dug her nails into his ass and swallowed the length of his cock again, half gagging as it jerked in her throat. Hot, salty seed flooded her mouth, and she swallowed it whole, still working him, determined to have him on his metaphorical knees before she’d finished.
The sounds he made were delicious. And she licked and lapped at him until he was begging her for respite.
Every inch of him was shaking as she straddled his hips and tiptoed her fingers up his abdomen. “Half a minute, Marduk. I’m a little disappointed. I thought you had more restraint than that.”
Marduk raked a hand over his face, breathing hard. “I have no restraint when it comes to you. You’ve been torturing me for years. What did you expect?”
She laughed.
“But be warned, sweetheart. Turnabout is fair play.” He captured her bottom in both hands, hauling her forward until she was straddling his shoulders.
“Marduk!”
“Now this is a familiar sight,” he whispered, his palms urging her forward even as his eyes gleamed with wicked delight.
“Marduk,” she cursed, capturing the headboard.
She was supposed to be in control.
“Tell me yes.” He said the words like some sort of challenge. “Let me apologize. Let me worship you. Command me, Solveig. Tell me to fuck your sweet wet quim with my tongue.”
The muscle in her thighs strained.
This was a foolish idea.
He was merely mocking her again—presenting to her the precise nature of her weakness.
But goddess, how she wanted it.
“How long do you think you can last?” he taunted.
“Longer than half a minute,” she whispered.
“Then sit on my face.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, she ground herself against his mouth.
His tongue found her, and then she was at his mercy, truly at his mercy. Thighs clenching on either side of his face, she gripped the headboard and cried out, because true to his word, hewasgood at this.
Every stroke of his tongue was like the lash of a whip, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. There was no hesitance. No teasing. He ate at her as if he wanted to remind her who she belonged to. Fingers digging into her ass, he dragged his tongue along her, flickering it lightly over her clit.
And then he looked up the length of her body.
It was the look in his eyes that did it for her. Heat. Desire. A wicked, wicked intensity, as if he knew how easily he undid her. A finger found her from behind, teasing at her.
Solveig gasped, fighting the tremor running through her.
“That’s it, my queen.” He nuzzled at her thigh. “Scream my name.”
Surrender did not come naturally to her, but as he suckled at her clit, she found herself doing exactly that.
Solveig cried out as her entire body spasmed, biting into the flesh of her forearm. It was like lightning in a bottle, finally released. She broke and broke again, shuddering and whimpering as she rode him through it, his merciless tongue the whip that pushed her over the edge, again and again….
Until she could no longer move.
No longer breathe.
“Stop!” she gasped, clutching the headboard. “Stop.”
