Page 71 of Brutal Birthright

This might be her new favourite drug.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed as the material of her pants disappeared. Leaving her sat in nothing but a scrap of soaked silk covering her throbbing pussy.

Rowan’s breath fanned hot against her ear, making her jump slightly. Every nerve ending had been set alight beneath his determination to strip her bare for him.

She was dimly aware he was still fully clothed, which stoked her arousal even higher.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He nipped her earlobe, then swirled his tongue over the spot. Reminding her in vivid detail of just how good his mouth on her felt the last time. “You’re going to fucking forget about anyone else who has dared go near this pussy.”

If her heart could leap out of her chest, it would.

Saliva had pooled in the corners of her mouth. It was humiliating and messy and had her clit pulsing with need.

“This,” He slid the tip of the metal along the crease of her thigh. Hooking it between the fabric and her overheated skin, “Is fucking mine now.” One swift tug on one side of her hip, then he repeated the motion at the other. Caressing her soft flesh with the deathly sharp point. Expertise in every careful slice. The way he controlled the metal beneath his impossibly large palm was breathtaking.

Slap.

Her eyes flew open. The sting of where he’d slapped her inner thigh with the flat of the blade blossomed and rippled straight to her drenched core. Rowan looked down at her with a pinched expression between his brows, somewhere between uncontrolled rage and single-minded determination.

Flipping the weapon end over end, he caught the handle with a reverse grip so that the tip pointed towards the ground. The kind of sexy, predatory movement that shouldn’t make her moan wantonly around his fingers, but she was powerless to stop it. Naked and shivering and desperate to have him finally seated inside her.

With one of his powerful thighs, he nudged her legs to open wider. Spreading her obscenely in front of him, Rowan’s gaze dropped down to stare at her sex for an unblinking moment. Calculating whatever spell he might cast upon her body next. Then he lowered the handle of the blade, using it to part her pussy lips. His hungry eyes traced the spot where he ran the blunt end up through her wetness, coating the weapon in her juices before bringing it up to his mouth.

The noise that left his chest rumbled like thunder. A primal, otherworldly sound that was absolutely filled with need. His pupils were fully blown out, and he pinned her with every smouldering inch of his gaze. Running his flattened tongue over the glistening evidence of her arousal.

Shit, that was dirty and so unbelievably hot.

Clearly, this man intended to kill her with sexual prowess.

She wasn’t going to survive this night intact.

Every part of her pulsed and quivered. Desire threatening to consume her whole.

Whatever that taste of her did, it flipped something inside Rowan. Turning him into a raging force of nature as he let her mouth go and snatched up her lips with his own. Groaning darkly against her as his tongue shoved deep inside with a searing hot kiss. She heard the dull thud of his blade embed into the wooden surface of the table beside her. His hands worked at his trousers and freed himself within seconds. Magic and obsession playing an equal part in the frenzy of need to claim her.

The way he took her mouth said it all.

Between the two of them, they were nothing but searing hot touches. The only sound being Ri’s throaty moans against him, filling the lengthening shadows of the room. Followed by a gasp as she felt the fat head of his cock press against her. Hard and commanding.

“Please,” She panted into his mouth. Fuck it. If she sounded desperate, it was the truth.

He drew back and wrapped that blood-stained palm around the base of her neck. Like a grim collar—or a promise. Fisting his cock, he dragged it through her wetness, teasing her with each slick glide up and down to coat himself. All the while, his fingers tightened their grip around her throat, and his eyes devoured the sight of her swollen and wet core.

“Ffffuck.” Ri’s hips bucked towards him as he pumped against her clit. But all too quickly, he slid back down to tease the tip at her entrance. She mumbled savage curses at him, getting closer and closer to outright begging the longer he kept up this torture.

Magic coiled around them. Glowing silvery threads winding and flexing in the ether as if it were a living thing. She could feel it prickling against her bare skin, like an electrical storm that threatened to explode straight overhead.

His cock worked over her clit again. Sending her mind reeling and her orgasm cresting.

“Such a filthy thing.” Rowan’s fingers pressed down tighter around her neck. “Your cunt is just begging to be filled, little faerie.”

White sparks lit up behind her eyelids. That pressure spiralled her pleasure in just the right way.

Through gritted teeth, she felt the ferocity of his words right down to her bones. “This cunt is mine. When I take you, I want you coming on my cock straight away.” He grunted and pressed the tip at her entrance. Stretching her around him and holding there for a long, torturous second.

He moved away.

Another slick glide up and over her clit.

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