Page 53 of Brutal Birthright

He stayed right fucking there. Leant forward with his forearms resting on his knees. Legs splayed and still fully dressed. While she bared herself to him.

The cool air hit her overheated skin as she shifted to reveal the most intimate part of herself for his scrutiny. Spirits and Stars and all things cosmic in the universe. The proximity of him, and the way he surveyed her, sent her body into a riot of colours. Prickling her on the insides with the colliding feeling of somehow being simultaneously judged and desired.

Fuck that did things to her like she’d never encountered before.

It was like gulping down the deepest lungful of spice and being drowned in a vat of fae wine at the same time.

The bright ring of blue mixed with silver flashed around the edge of his dilated pupils. His jaw ticked. He sucked in a deep inhale—right fucking there between her thighs—and she was caught between trying to buck towards his mouth and bolt for the door.

Only she didn’t get a second to think which way to go, before his mouth was on her. Biting and kissing the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Scratching her with the dark scruff of his jaw and marking her so fiercely there was no way she’d heal any time soon. With each bite down he soothed the sting with his tongue, giving her a wicked preview of what he might do to her when he finally put his mouth on the spot she so desperately needed him.

Her clit throbbed.

Each bite drew another clench of her inner walls.

She was making soft, panicked noises of terror and pleasure all rolled into one.

“Just because I’m not going to kiss you doesn’t mean I cannot taste you, little faerie.” He repeated the words straight to her soaked pussy, and she nearly lifted off the table. So sensitive and swollen already that the mere gust of his breath had her panting.

Ready to beg.

Shit. He really wasn’t going to kiss her in all this. Something in the back of her mind tried to wave an emergency flag to protest that she didn’t know how to feel about that. But having Rowan leaving his marks all over her upper thighs—no denying that he had stamped his claim there—was the hottest and dirtiest and most intensely erotic thing.

“Only a filthy girl would have a soaking wet cunt after getting fucked in the face like that. Show me how drenched you are from being the perfect little whore for me.”

Then his hands were finally against her bare skin. Searing and rough where they gripped beneath her knees and splaying her outer thighs. Drawing her wider still for him and yanking her ass right to the edge of the table.

Ri’s breath hitched high in her throat, and her hands shot behind to slap against the table in order to steady herself.

And then he was right there.

His mouth closed over her pussy and she tumbled into a brilliant white haze of pleasure.

Sucking and licking and kissing his way over every exposed inch of her. Feasting on her wetness with long laps of his tongue. Sliding right through her core. Teasing her entrance, before roaming up to circle her clit.

She was going to come. Already.

This man had edged her so expertly that she was primed and ready to combust within seconds.

“Oh, ffffuck.” She whimpered. “I’m already—I’m going to—” Ri couldn’t stop and think about the fact this was going to be over so soon. Her one and only chance to have Rowan of Nocturne, and she was about to come all over his face the second he breathed on her clit.

But maybe that was all he wanted. A quick, sordid encounter. To have this over and done with so he could get rid of her.

And that thought, of him using her, was the thought that sent her straight over the edge. Whimpering a string of incoherent words like yes, right there, I’m coming into the darkness. Her pussy clamping down on nothing and her hips bucking towards his mouth.

Stars burst behind her eyelids, small noises of pleasure hummed in her chest, and her blood felt like it had been set on fire. Everything ached for more of him. Thirsted for every drop he’d be willing to give.

There was no denying she’d beg if he asked her to.

But as her racing heart battered around inside her ribcage, she realised he wasn’t moving.

Fuck, he wasn’t stopping.

She squirmed beneath him. Which only earned her another bite. This time to the very edge of her pussy lips, which made her jolt. Pain stinging through her and then drawing her pleasure back to the forefront of her awareness again.

“Try and get away from me again, and you’ll be punished.”

“Oh, Godd—” Her words died. Her mind melted.

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