Page 109 of The Path of Blood and Betrayals
Gods, this is erotic—to watch another pleasure me. “Keep your eyes open. You’re going to watch your body be fucked. I want you to see how well you take my hand, how fervently I own this pussy. How it will only cum when I let it.”
“Gods,” I breathe, throat contracted. He squeezes and my pussy reacts, tightening. Flushing, I lose myself to the feel of him inside me.
He chuckles, laugh caressing my skin like smoke. “The onlygodhere isyou. Let me worship this body the way it was met to be.”
Skilled fingers dive between my folds, pumping in a steady rhythm, drawing me tight. As lewd as it is to watch, I’m transfixed. I can’t look away. The way his fingers dive and twist—the way his thumb strokes against my clit that jolts me with each turn.
Soon, I’m moaning loudly, hips bucking to meet him halfway. As delicious as this is, it’s slow and I need more.
“Kaden,” I plead, feeling that blossoming orgasm building up within me. Sweat dots along my chest, dripping down my middle. “Please.”
“Are you begging me now, little kitten?” He laughs, kissing my temple in a tender act that’s at odds with how torturous he’s playing with me. How hard he rubs against the nub between my thighs, earning sparks of pleasure shooting along my limbs. “Do you want to cum?”
I nod shakily. I’m right there but I can’t reach thepeak without his help.
“Say it.”
Inhaling deeply, I lick my bottom lip. “Pleaselet me cum.” I’ll die if he doesn’t.
“Gods, Max, you sound delicious when you beg.” He smiles into my hair.
He doesn’t give me a warning before he picks up speed, hands soaked from his actions. Under me is wet, but I don’t care. What he’s doing to me should be considered an art form, a beautiful portrait of control and lust. My hands grab his forearms, nails biting into his skin as he keeps me still.
I’m merely a plaything at this point, trapped to let him use my body as he sees fit. My teeth break the skin of my lip, blood scenting the air as his thumb rubs hard half circles along my clit.
Crying out, my magic rises, rippling over me, lashing out against Kaden. He hisses, holding me as the orgasm crests and I shout out, vision darkening.
I crash, weightless, against Kaden who cradles me close. Kissing my neck, I close my eyes as he rolls us on to the rug. Looking up, his amber eyes are pitch black.
“One.”
Warmth fuses through me as he settles between my thighs.
“One?”
His cock, thick and long presses against my entrance, and I gulp. I’ve already found release, but the idea of him finally being inside of me, makes my heart thump soundly.
“I’m keeping count of how many times I get you to cum tonight, kitten,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
His tongue trails my pulse point and I shudder, core damp and ready again. If he bites me now, will it increase the pleasure or dampen it? There’s only one way to find out.
“As much as I would love nothing more than to taste you again.” He sighs into my skin, leaning back. Those black eyes shimmer against the fire, possessing him with some otherworldly glow. “I’d rather be the one to bleed for you.”
“Bleed for me?” I ask, breathless. I’m not sure what he means.
He reaches out with his shadows, pinning my legs wide,as he sits back on his knees, staring at my entrance like it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. His cock sits out front, glorious, the top glistening with his arousal.
Kaden looks good on his knees before me.
“How do you want to bleed for me?” I gesture to his body. “Not all of us have fangs.”
Grinning, his black hair falls over his shoulder in a tangled heap. He steals a kiss, tongue swiping out to gather my taste into his mouth as if he wants me to always be a part of him.
When he pulls back, he’s holding my hand over his chest.
“Try. Cut into me.”
He’s not just asking for bloodletting, he wants me to use my magic on him.
