Page 32 of Hex
“Greedy little goddess, aren’t you?”
I bat my lashes and give him the dirtiest, most evil grin, hoping to all the gods that I don’t look stupid.
“Yes, I am.” Never going to stop being weird that I’m a demi-goddess and now fully-fledged witch.
“I guess I should teach you some restraint then.” The lust in his eyes makes his lids heavy and he takes a deep breath, letting loose a growl on the exhale, as if keeping himself held back too.
“I don’t think I’m going to like this game, am I?” After twenty-nine orgasmless years, I feel like I’ve practiced enough sexual restraint to last a lifetime.
“If I do it right, you’ll fucking love it, Satapti.” Another growl and he buries his face into my neck, biting at the soft flesh that connects to my shoulder.
The action sends a buzz straight to my nipples and my clit, making them more eager to be touched, pinched, bitten…I don’t care, as long as he quenches this growing need.
One of his hands comes up to collar my throat, his palm gently pressing against my chest as his lips begin to move from my neck to my shoulder. The vine restraints feel like child’s play compared to the feeling of his large hand in this position.
His lips, teeth, and tongue make their way across my collar bone…the side that isn’t covered by his heavy palm. My nipples are begging for attention by the time he reaches my breasts, but he ignores them, instead circling them, only allowing me to feel his breath over them.
It’s maddening and I arch my back a little, trying to push them into his face. He chuckles and continues to ignore them, then, just as I’m about to cry out in frustration, he clamps his mouth over one and sucks.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” I feel like my eyes are rolling into the back of my head, but that would be dramatic for a little nipple sucking, but oh…and now there’s biting. Just as it begins to get good, the orgasms that used to evade me quick to build, he stops.
The hand collaring me is now being used as a tool to keep me from lifting my body to reach him as he continues to make his way down my body with his lips.
“You should start calling out for demons, Satapti, because only a demon can make you come.” His palm moves from my throat to cup one of my breasts and he squeezes, not painfully, but enough to elicit a moan from me.
A bite to my inner thigh makes me squeal again, but it hasn’t drawn blood. I do kinda hope it left a mark, though. I want to be covered in his marks.
“Fucking beautiful, all spread out like a buffet for me.” He growls before diving in between my legs, but again, he misses the most important part as he licks and kisses his way around my center.
“This buffet is closing down if you don’t eat soon.” I can’t decide if I’m pissed or turned on or apparently now a comedian. His tongue makes me stupid, even when it isn’t on my most intimate parts.
He chuckles against my thigh, the scruff of his stubble scratching my skin.
“Restraint, Satapti.” The glare he gives me through his top lashes would scare away the likes of the Joker, but all it does is make me grin.
The hand on my breast continuously squeezes, like it’s handling a stress ball, while his mouth plays tricks with my vagina and makes me practically weep for more.
Finally, the familiar wetness of his tongue sweeps across my clit and I shudder with pure joy. I know if I ask him to put a finger or two inside me he’ll only hold it off for longer, so I stay quiet, silently hoping he gets the mental hint as I buck my hips to meet his face, stroke for stroke.
An orgasm begins to build and I can’t pretend it isn’t coming because my throat has a mind of its own. However, my throat is a whiney bitch because he stops paying attention to my clit and gives it back to my thighs again.
“What are you doing?” My words come out a little harsher than intended, but he doesn’t flinch,
“Teaching.” That’s it, that’s all he says before his tongue makes contact with my clit once more.
The seventh time he stops, I may pass out from the agonizing pain of needing a release. Never in my twenty-nine years leading up to him did I even get myself anywhere near these kinds of mind-blowing orgasms, and having them be within my grasp, then withheld, is like torture.
“Please…” I’m breathless, barely able to get the word out and close to whimpering.
Then, he switches it up a little, and instead of squeezing my breast, he pinches his fingers together around my nipple, then he alternates between flicking it and twisting it as his teeth nip at my clit.
For as long as possible, I try to withhold my very obvious sounds because I don’t think I’ll cope with him stopping again, but my body betrays me, my back arching and my muscles tensing as it gears up for the orgasm he’s keeping from me.
Surprising me, he pushes two fingers inside me and starts pumping them, in and out, all while tweaking my nipple and sucking on my clit, pinching it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.
Barely two seconds later, my whole body goes into a meltdown of epic proportions. The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, rolling through me, making me shiver from the intensity of it. My scream makes the room shake and Hack laps up every last drop before placing a soft kiss over my sensitive clit.
My eyes definitely roll into the back of my head this time as pleasure overtakes me. It’s all of my past orgasms rolled into one and I yell it out, allowing myself to experience every spasm. With my gaze now firmly fixed on Hack’s bright, almost glowing greeneyes, I smile and call upon my new limited magical knowledge of flames.
