Page 83 of The Deathless One
He groaned, long and low, his voice even more guttural as he said, “Look at you, nightmare. So pretty and pink and so fucking wet. All for me.”
How was she supposed to reply to that? She had limited experience in anything related to this, and she’d certainly never spread herself so wantonly for anyone other than him—but if she said that, he would take all too much pleasure in knowing it.
Or perhaps he already knew. Because he looked up at her with those dark, desire-filled eyes and snapped out an order even though she was in charge. “Close your eyes. I’ll tell you when you can open them again.”
She couldn’t. Jessamine just stared down at him in shock and awe and maybe something like intrigue.
A dark band of shadow looped around her head, her eyes. She was blinded by his magic, as she had been before, but there was no fear in it now. She saw nothing, she could feel only the featherlight touch of his lips against the delicate skin at the back of her knee. “Do not look. Do not think. Only feel.”
How could she do anything else? Without her sight, all she could do was focus on the sensation of… him.
His fingers turned into claws. Deadly pinpricks of pain that decorated her thighs even as his warm, scarred lips trailed up the inside of her legs.All she could feel was the thrill of his warm breath fluttering across the pulse in the crease of her hips. The way he whispered against her flesh, words that made her feel powerful and wanted.
“So pretty. So smooth. You taste divine.”
She felt a bit like she would fall apart long before he touched her, and then a clawed hand slid even closer. The backs of his fingers trailed up her belly, gently drawing circles on her skin as he drew closer and closer to her breast.
Then she heard him sigh, a pleasant sound, as though he had finally found peace. As his fingers closed around her nipple, she felt the warm, wet slick of his tongue licking in one long, flat movement. She arched into him, somehow pressing her breast into his grip while grinding herself against his mouth. She must look obscene, but it didn’t matter. That one lick was enough to send her mind spiraling off into another realm.
His deep chuckle vibrated through her core. “Hold still, nightmare, or I will make you.”
“I don’t think I could hold still if I tried.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
A loop of what she could only assume was dark magic trailed around her wrists, pinning them over her head to hold her exactly where he wanted her.
“Do you need me to control your legs, too?” he asked, all too amused at the turn this had taken. “Or am I allowed to enjoy you now?”
Breathing a little hard, she shook her head. “Not the legs, please. I’d like to wrap them around your head.”
His deep groan made her grin. “Oh, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I thought you couldn’t die,” she whimpered as he turned his attention back to her inner thighs, sucking hard enough to leave marks and sending sparkles of pure pleasure dancing through her body.
“But if I could, what a perfect way to go.”
Her breath caught at his next heated lick, which delved between her folds. She tilted her head back against the throne, sinking into the pleasure. This wasn’t a transaction. It was her feeling and him feasting.
Elric eased her into it, every long, slow lick ending at the bundle of nerves between her legs. He lovingly stroked her with such gentle circles that she could have believed he wasn’t there, if she hadn’t felt the tension coiling desperately in her belly. He pressed tiny kisses against her, learning the taste of her and taking his time to find the spots that made her twist against the bindings on her wrists.
He indulged in her.
And he was loud.
He groaned with her, his fingers digging into her flesh, eventually grabbing twin handfuls of her ass to lift her to his mouth. She was arched in her seat, her back bent as far as it would go as he drew her closer, sipping her like she was the finest of wines. He grunted into her, moaning as she did, his hands flexing against her flesh the more she enjoyed herself.
There was no hurry, no eagerness for her to come quickly so that he could get to the main event. He didn’t seem to want to rush her, because every time she got marginally close to that wonderful peak, he drew back. Slowed down. Blew a cooling breath on her rather than licking as she wanted.
A drop of sweat rolled down her collarbone, blazing an icy trail between her breasts that made her realize she couldn’t stand this any longer. She needed him, wanted him. She wanted more.
“Don’t make me beg, Elric,” she whimpered, rolling her hips against his tongue, which was back to its teasing, all-too-light touch.
“But you sound so pretty when you beg.”
Who was she kidding? She wasn’t above begging him to give her what would likely be the most explosive orgasm of her life. “Please, then. For fuck’s sake, Elric, please.”
“Please what?”
