Page 66 of Wrath of the Fae Queen
I collapse, panting in my restraints as sweat beads across my skin. I flick my eyes to his, feeling them burn with the fire of my primal form. “This time, you will make me orgasm,” I growl.
Aldrin laughs. “Such a fragile, wanton thing. Show me that strong-minded willpower I know you have. Come here and get it.” He taunts me, rubbing his thumb in a single sweep across my clit. He brings it to his mouth and sucks on it.
He is enjoying this game as much as I am.The evidence is in the hard length in his pants, outlined by the fabric hugging it, and the jolts of arousal that shoot up from it each time it pulses, finding their way to me along the mate bond. A ghost of each wave of pleasure his punishment sends through me travels into him as well. He can feel exactly what I like and just how much I need it.
I pour my magic into my restraints, completely overpowering Aldrin’s magic within them. I snap any woody ropes that try to force me back from him. Lengthen the tether on my wrists to allow me to get to him. I don’t free myself from my bindings,leaving them intact, because I am enjoying this too damned much. All I need is enough give to reach his waiting mouth.
Aldrin’s arms wrap around me as my core finally meets his face, pressing hard against it. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation of his tongue on me. Then he is falling backward in slow motion, never breaking contact, pulling me on top of him.
Roots lower Aldrin’s body to the ground until he is lying flat on his back in the petals. The restraints around my wrists extend as we drop together. The coils around my legs position me until I am seated on his face, suspended by the arms and the restraints around my torso, not quite touching the ground.
Once again, he is in complete control, and the ropes are strung taut.
While we are being rearranged, Aldrin’s tongue doesn’t stop dancing over my already swollen flesh. On the ground, he uses the fact that he can swing me over him to lick me from entrance to clit over and over again, the stubble of his cheeks scratching my thighs. Low moans tear out of me.
I am completely at his mercy.
Nothing has ever felt better.
Tension builds and builds within me, winding me up tight, as waves of intense pleasure crash over me. I cry out, because I almost can’t take it anymore. Aldrin’s presence is in my head like a warm, loving embrace as he revels in every sensation he inflicts on me.
Come for me, dear heart.
I shatter into a million pieces. I tumble down a rapid spiral of ecstasy, climaxing so hard my core spasms around his tongue buried deep within it, drenching his face. Aldrin doesn’t release me, squeezing every last bit of pleasure out of me. His fingers dig almost painfully into my thighs where he holds me while his tongue continues its lapping and swirling until I am done. I don’t know how he breathes.
I am left tied up and struggling for air as he slides out from underneath me, and my body is finally lowered to the ground. Weakness rolls over me and I struggle to keep my eyes open. There is no way I could stand right now, much less do anything else.
Then I register the swishing of fabric and clinking of metal as he fully undresses. Thuds tell me he has dropped his clothes to the ground. The very thought of Aldrin naked has my core aching with need, but I can’t see him, because the damned ropes hold me tightly in place.
I am suddenly nowhere near as spent as I thought I was.
My heart skips a beat as he takes slow steps toward me from behind. My bonds come to life once more, arranging me so I am on my knees, head and chest pressed into the ground and butt up in the air. I sense the moment Aldrin takes to appraise me in this most intimate position with everything on display. A low, lust-filled growl leaves his throat.
His hands pull me wide and his thighs press against the back of mine, hard with muscle and hot against my skin. His cock grinds between their apex, slipping through my wetness and sending lightning erupting through my body as its head slides over my clit. His hands move up my hips and over the sides of my back as he kisses his way so damned tenderly up each notch of my spine.
When his hand reaches the back of my neck, he holds me down, firmly pressing me into the soft bed of moss and petals. He speaks right into my ear. “I am going to fuck you hard, because I think we both need it.”
“Punish me, Aldrin,” I moan. “Show me what happens when I’ve been bad.”
His deep laughter vibrates through my back, where his chest is pressed against it. He pulls back marginally and guides just the head of his cock into my entrance. His fingers curl aroundmy hip almost painfully, holding me tight, while his other hand doesn’t leave my neck. The anticipation is overwhelming, having the first inch of him spreading me open. Then he slams it in, all the way to the hilt, and my body sings with the sensation.
Aldrin sets a brutal pace, sliding his huge cock almost all the way out of me, then back in with a force that lights up all of the deepest spots within me. With each thrust of his hips, my body lurches forward. I rock my hips against his and we move in a dance that becomes harder and faster with each plunge.
The brutish grunts that leave his throat each time he buries himself deep into me drive me wild. Then the hand on my hip sweeps across my curves until his finger lands on my clit, swirling and stimulating it while he fucks me.
My entire awareness becomes saturated with layers of sensation. The friction of his cock grinding across the walls of my core. My depths throbbing with ecstasy with hit after hit. My clit sending bursts of lightning through me to the tips of my limbs. The echoed pleasure coming from Aldrin with the tug and pull of his cock as it pumps in and out of me.
His mind is a wash of carnal need combined with erotic bliss that builds upon itself each time our bodies come together. He holds back the dam of his own release as he focuses on bringing me to the same point with a single-mindedness, but it is growing to a near unbearable point for him.
The idea of him climaxing inside me is enough to tip me over the edge.
I jerk in his clutches as an orgasm rips me apart that is so pure, I no longer remember my name, my problems or where we are. All I perceive is his huge body wrapped around mine, his hips crashing against mine with savagery, and his cry muffled against my back as he finds his own release. I instinctually clamp around him as his cock twitches within me, spilling its hot seed.
We fall to the ground in a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs, laughter of pure elation spilling from us. I reduce my restraints to a fine powder of dust as Aldrin rolls onto his back, not letting go of me. I half climb onto his chest, resting my head between his pectorals and listening as the still-frantic beat of his heart gradually slows. My stomach flutters as he places a kiss on top of my head.
I run a hand up his muscled chest. “Did you get what you needed? Was your cruel punishment of me enough to satisfy your base desires?”
His voice turns low, eyes simmering with heat. “You fucking enjoyed it.”
