Page 51 of Realm of Wind and Vines
Instead, he slides his other hand up from my hip and towards my breasts.
With him no longer keeping me in place, I begin sliding along the sheets with every firm thrust of his hips, so I throw my ownhands out and grip the sheets hard to stay in place. That incredible tension builds inside me as Draven keeps fucking me like he wants to carve his name across my soul.
I gasp as something zaps my nipple.
Since Draven is still keeping my head immobile, I can’t tilt my chin down to look. But I know exactly what it is. Draven’s eyes glitter as he holds my gaze while using his storm magic to zap my nipple with a tiny bolt of lightning again.
A garbled moan rips from my throat.
Pleasure curls around my spine as he zaps my other nipple as well at the same time as he hits a spot deep inside me with his cock. I moan around his fingers again. Gripping the sheets hard, I squirm underneath him as the thrumming tension inside me reaches unbearable levels.
He smirks down at me. “Look at you. So utterly at my mercy.”
With that devilish look in his eyes, he shifts his free hand down from my nipple and towards my clit instead. While still fucking me senseless, he brushes his fingers over my clit. And then zaps it with a tiny bolt of lightning.
Lights flash before my eyes as pleasure shoots up my spine. I moan his name, but it only comes out as unintelligible mumbling because his fingers are still keeping my tongue trapped underneath them. His cock keeps hitting that perfect place inside me while he zaps my clit with lightning again.
Desperation floods me. Goddess above, I want to moan his name when I come. I wanthimto hear me moan his name.
My hand shoots up and wraps around his wrist instead. But because of the sheer power difference between us, I know that I will never be able to remove his hand unless he allows it. With that incredible tension vibrating inside me like a storm, I grip his wrist hard and plead with my eyes while I tumble uncontrollably towards an orgasm.
“That’s it.” He strokes his thumb over my jaw. “Beg me for it.”
But he still doesn’t ungag me.
Pitiful noises escape my throat as I try to hold back the orgasm. Draven shows me no mercy. While fucking me from that perfect angle, he zaps my clit with lightning again.
Release explodes through my body.
I gasp around his fingers and arch my back as pleasure crackles through my every nerve. Garbled moans spill from my lips, and my limbs shake as the waves of pleasure wash through me. Gripping his wrist hard, I once more plead with my eyes while my legs tremble around his hips.
He flashes me a smug smirk full of victory.
And then finally removes his hand.
I gasp in a deep breath as he continues fucking me through the orgasm, intensifying it with every thrust of his hips.
“Draven,” I moan.
He comes.
Hard.
The moment I moan his name, release explodes across his features so intensely that his eyes shutter. His cock pulses inside me, and his wings flare out while he grips my hips hard to keep himself upright.
The mate bond suddenly thrums inside me like a violent storm, and for a few seconds, I can feel his intense pleasure through it as well. The sheer force of it momentarily blinds me.
Then the connection is broken again, and only my own fading orgasm remains.
When his release has faded as well, he just remains standing there, staring down at me with wide eyes. His hands are still gripping my hips and his cock is still buried deep inside me.
I stare up at him, but I can’t read the expression on his face.
That tiny spark of hope inside me flutters. Did it work? Did this somehow break through the flame of hatred?
His chest heaves as he stares down at me, his imposing black wings still spread wide behind him.
Then reality seems to snap back into him, and he abruptly pulls out and staggers two steps back.
