Page 43 of The Firebrand
“You’re talking too much again. Shush.”
His stare was so smoldering Braelyn couldn’t hold it without bursting into flames. Her lids drifted closed.
“No,” Rein commanded. “Watch.”
He slid his hands up to cup her warm, heavy breasts. With fingers and thumbs, he pinched her nipples while pulling her tighter into his body, forcing her to arch against him.
“I’m going to take these in my mouth so I can suck on them. But first, show me what you like.”
As her heart skipped a beat, Braelyn tracked Rein, the hypnotist, a magician with her body.
He clasped her palms, molding them to her breasts while he whispered in her ear, the day-old stubble on his face brushing her cheek. “Touch yourself. Play with your beautiful body.”
While Rein towered over her, framing her curves, she cradled herself, squeezing her breasts, his hands guiding hers.
“Yes, do that. Pinch harder. Oh, Brae, baby, that makes my cock hard. Can you feel it? If we keep this up, I’m going to come before I’m inside you.” Rein thrust his hips forward, his stormy blue gaze locked on her aching breasts.
Braelyn dropped her head back against Rein’s chest, stirred by her own image in the mirror and the relentless pressure of Rein’s arousal. Her stomach tingled; her core dripped.
Rein slid a palm to her belly, the other resting high on her spine. He pushed her forward over the sink.
Oh my God.
He continued to grind as he clutched her hips, shifting her into position, his cock stroking between her thighs.
“Are you wet for me, Brae?”
Rein dipped between her folds, touching, exploring. Then he withdrew. He plunged a finger inside. “Hell, yes. So ready.”
He pressed a thumb on her clit, circling it until she nearly exploded. Braelyn’s pulse pounded in her ears. She moaned, pushing against his invasion. Her body was at his mercy.
“That feels so good.” With fast, shallow breaths, she whimpered. “More.” She grabbed Rein’s tight ass, scratching to hang on.
“More?” Rein drew out one finger. Then thrust in two.
“Yes.”
He pounded into her slick, wet heat, increasing the rhythm. In and out. Over and over.
“Talk to me, Brae, baby. You are so fucking ready. Do you want to come this way? Tell me what you want.”
“Keep doing that.”
“I want you to scream.”
“Yes!” She was an addict; Rein was her drug of choice.
He continued the in-out motion with his fingers, driving Braelyn wild. She pressed backward into his hand, rotating, moving against him, begging him to take her. “More.”
“Do you want me in your pussy? Say you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“Ask me. Say my name.”
God, he’s torturing me.
Braelyn never talked during sex, but God help her, she craved this nonhuman.
