Page 126 of A Crown Without Mercy

Sylvana held the pup up and walked toward him. “Rio, come on. Look at his face.”

“I will not waiver.”

“Fine, he can sleep on the floor.” She kneeled down and tucked the pup into the blanket and Riordan knelt behind her, slid his arms around her waist, and kissed the crook of her neck. “Since you’re awake, I have other things on my mind.” He walked over to the chair, picked up the silk rope, and snapped it in her direction; she screamed and leapt across the bed.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

“No, but I did.” She chuckled.

He subtly leapt in one direction and as she leapt in the opposite direction, he jumped onto the bed and she jumped off and ran across the room; he leapt after her, wrapped an arm around her waist, swept her off her feet, tossed her onto the bed and pinned her down. He then tied her wrists together above her head and clenched the rope in one hand. She held her breath, feeling strangely excited and nervous at the same time.

“It’s a dangerous thought, the things I can do to you in this position.” He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh and over her sex, continuing up her stomach. Small bumps raised on her skin with his delicate touch. He cupped her breast in his hand and suckled her petite, hard nipples. He then kissed his way down her stomach, lowered her arms, grasped the knot between her wrists, and braced her hands firmly on her stomach.

Her body was on fire, and her mind was spinning with the thoughts of being so helpless. She watched as his head dipped between her legs. She pushed her head into the pillow when she felt his warm breath blow across her sex and the tip of his tongue caress it. She raised her hips, desperate for more when he slid his tongue between her folds and then pulled her sex into his mouth.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes.” She moaned softly as she tried to pull her hands free.

He looked up at her and made sharp, clicking noises with his tongue. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

She spread her knees further apart when his fingers penetrated her core. As he pushed them deeper and shoved harder, she felt her orgasm clawing its way to the surface. “Rio, don’t stop. I—I’m going to.”

He abruptly stopped and pulled them out. “Not yet. I want to hear you beg.” He then alternated between licking and sucking her sex, which drove her into a desperate need to come.

She could not move her hands, but she had her legs locked around his neck. Once he felt her nub swell, he pulled away again. “On the verge again?” he asked.

“Rio, please,” she murmured.

“Please what?”

She should have gotten off multiple times, however, he kept slowing down or stopping to prolong it. “I want—I need you inside me.”

He crawled up her body and pinned her arms over her head again, gripped his shaft, and slid the tip across her lips. “Take it, darling.”

She slid her tongue up the length of his shaft, twirled it around the tip, and then cupped her lips around it, and glided it into her mouth.

Just as the feeling rose, he pulled it out and rolled onto his back, taking her with. She straddled him and slid herself down on his shaft, placed her hands on his chest, and rocked back and forth with firm and steady movements. He reached up, cupped the back of her head in his hand, pulled her mouth to his, and bucked his hips in unison with hers. The feeling of her sex rubbing against his crotch nearly undid her.

“Not yet.” He grabbed her hips and stopped her from moving.

“Rio, I can’t take much more.”

He pulled her onto his chest, rolled over, and forcefully shoved his hips forward. “Shit,” she mumbled.

“Fuck me, you feel good,” he said, as he rocked back and forth. “I’m hungry.”

“Then I shall feed you.” She turned her head, and he dragged his canines along the vein on her neck and felt her shiver as the cool tips caressed her skin before he sank them into her flesh.

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “There is an ambrosial flavor within your blood that sways my immortal mind,” he whispered, as he turned his head.

The sharp stab of her canines radiated into his shaft, and he let out a deep chested rumble.

She released her grip, shoved her head into the pillow, and cried out when the waves of pleasure finally consumed her.

“Music to my ears,” he whispered.

The wetness pooled around his shaft, and as he released himself, he let out a long, deep growl, and fell on top of her body. After their breathing returned to normal, he rolled over, untied her wrists, and draped his body over hers.