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My knees inched apart.
“Wider.”
Gritting my teeth,I wanted to argue with him, but I also didn’t want this to hurt. I lowered my forehead to the bed to hide my face as I shifted my knees farther apart.
Apparently, it wasn’t far enough. Firm hands grabbed either side of my ass to open me up so he could seeeverything. “Fuck, Wilde, is that really nec—”
My words choked off as something long, wet, and flexible entered me. Wilde’s tongue swirled playfully, dipping in and out, testing the boundaries. I didn’t know how to feel about the new sensation until he foundthatspot. Sharp pleasure jolted through me, and I jerked away in response. He gripped my hips harder and held me exactly where he wanted me, attacking the same spot with determination.
I groped along the bed for something more substantial than the sheets to hold onto. The first thing I found was the chains, the cold metal grounding me even as Wilde tried to send me flying. I opened my mouth to beg him to stop—absolutely do not fucking stop—to slow down—go faster—to give me a second to think—make me cum until I think of nothing else.All my desires jumbled together into a long, encouraging groan.
So of course, he immediately stopped and pulled away.
“Wilde,” I growled.If he disappears on me again, I swear to every god I know, I’ll hunt him down and return the favor tenfold.I glared over my shoulder, but my admonitions faded away at the scene.
He knelt behind me, back straight, one hand stroking himself, coating his cock in a slick gel. He arched an eyebrow at me and slowed his hand so I wouldn’t miss a second of the show. “Do you like watching me?”
Swallowing roughly, I rasped out, “I’d rather touch you myself.”
“If you think you’re ready for it.” He guided himself to my hole. Before I could tell him that’s wasn’t what I meant he thrust into me.
I had to face the headboard again or risk losing my balance. He moved slowly at first, pushing inside to stretch me out, pulling back to add some friction. It was different than his tongue—firmer, harder, hotter—and took some adjusting to. He was going so slow that I almost grew bored. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
Five slender fingers gripped the back of my neck, and he shoved my face into the bed as his movements changed behind me. Slow and shallow became so deep and hard that the world shifted and slid away from us, leaving only a mix of pain and pleasure Icouldn’t separate. It wasn’t long before I came, sticky fluid mixing with sweat on the sheets. Still, he didn’t stop, and I barely had time to recover from one climax before he dragged me toward another.
At some point, he must have put his hand down to steady himself, because I found my teeth buried in his wrist. He didn’t seem to mind—if anything, it only spurred him on faster. I removed my teeth and panted, “Wait.”
He stopped immediately. “Should we stop? Was that too much?”
I flipped over and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. “No, I just want to see your face while you fuck me.”
His expression and dick twitched as warm cum flowed inside me. I couldn’t help it—I laughed. He surged forward, stealing my laughter with his tongue and teeth, proving that he still had more to give.
And the gods help me, I took it all.
Chapter Thirty-One
Wilde’s pale lashes were hard to see unless I looked up close, and I wasveryclose to him right now. Limbs entwined, chests pressed flush against each other, red and white hair mixing on the pillow. The only way we could have been closer was if he’d still been inside me.
How the fuck was I supposed to leave without waking him?
My arm had gone numb from his weight. It barely responded to my commands, but I managed to slide it back a few inches. It immediately woke up with a vengeance, pins and needles stabbing every nerve. I bit my lip to hold back a groan and clenched my teeth as I continued to slowly unpin it.
One limb free, two more to go.
I thought an evil mage’s apprentice would be a light sleeper—someone who would startle awake at the slightest change in his surroundings. Yet Wilde didn’t move at all even as I pulled my leg out from between his and rolled over on the bed.
Maybe it was because he felt safe in his master’s lair. Or maybe he’d been running himself ragged over the past few weeks, trying to ensure everything went according to plan. Either way, his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady.
As I stood up, a heavy ache spread through my back, bending me over almost double. I grabbed onto the wall and breathed slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth, waiting for my muscles to stop protesting.
Something dripped down my leg and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. Had Wilde left part of himself inside me? But when I finally looked down, I realized it was just a trickle of water. He must have cleaned me up after I’d passed out.
I hobbled over to the wardrobe for a fresh pair of clothes. When I opened the double doors, my own reflection greeted me. Love bites dotted my skin, heavy on thebite. I leaned closer to examine one on my neck and could practically count Wilde’s teeth.
Not that I’d left him any better. Dark bruises and red marks painted his pale skin, adding to the beautiful portrait of his slumber. I wanted to crawl back into bed with him and kiss each mark, then bite him all over again.
