Page 22 of Prince of Ruin
And then his fingers slipped free, taking her own wetness and smearing it all around her clit. In a second, his touch went from light and torturous, to firm and ruining.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
They filled her again.
Breaking back and forth. Leaving her empty and writhing, or filling her to the hilt.
“Please…. Please….”
His cock slid between her thighs as he returned to tracing her clit. Sera couldn’t stop herself from stilling. It was a threat. A promise. She wanted him inside her, but she’d seen the length and girth of him. It would hurt.
First time always did, they said.
Her nipples hardened. She wanted to be owned by him. She wanted that pain, that promise, that pleasure….
The thought pushed her over the edge.
Orgasm blew through her like a storm, wild and electric.
And for the first time in her life, it came from someone else’s fingers.
“Hell, you’re so fucking sensitive.” He bit her shoulder and Sera cried out as the sensation unleashed another cascade of pleasure within her.
One hand curled around her throat, drawing her back into his embrace. Her wings were crushed between them, the thin wire points digging into the back of her thighs. It hurt. It felt like jagged little lightning bolts beneath her skin.
“You’re such a filthy fucking liar,” he whispered in her ear. “An innocent face and a merciless heart. You want this?”
Something hard and brutish found her from behind, and he teased her with the tip of his cock, stroking through her slick folds.
Sera bit her lip. This body came with its own frustrations. She was no longer an angel, no longer wrapped in her Grace; so powerful and somehow insulating. She could feel everything now. Lust. Desire. Fear. Pain.
But the longing had never changed.
“Yes,” she cried as he breached her.
Just an inch. Not enough.
But for virgin territory, it was new and dangerous, and driving her mad.
“Lie to me,” he breathed, his fingers firming on her chin and forcing her to arch. “Tell me you love me.”
“I loved you.”
Growling deep in his throat, he locked his other arm around her waist, and then he drew her back down, forcing her hips to arch back until his cock impaled her. Her wings were trapped between his chest and her back. “This is what you get for telling lies.”
Hauling her back, he forced her to sink down, down, until her ass met his thighs. Sera cried out as he filled her to the hilt. Her thighs trembled, the muscles in her groin flexing to take her weight. She could barely breathe. He was huge. Enormous. Filling her from the inside out, and she wasn’t sure if she’d have to cry mercy after all. Pain lit through her like wildfire. Or maybe pleasure. It was a fine line.
One hand pinned her throat, the other slid from her waist, firming around her breast. Fingers found her nipple and pinched, and then she arched back, moaning again.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
Then that treacherous hand slid lower, spreading her wide, his fingertip fluttering lightly against her clit.
“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear. “You can’t fake that. You can’t liehere. Ride it. Fuck my fingers.”
Somehow she forced her hips to move, an obscene glide. Locked in place against his chest, barely able to undulate. Pleasure sparked with every grind against those fingers. But so did frustration. She couldn’t get close enough. She could feel it flickering within her, a firefly of heat, trying desperately to ignite.
