Page 38 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

I haven’t heard Casimir sound quite so domineering before. His tone sends a giddy quiver down my spine.

He swings his leg over my waist to straddle me and captures my mouth. I give myself over to his searing kiss.

Part of me still wants to resist. My arms flex against their bindings with the urge to wrap my arms around my lover, to run my fingers down his chest.

A tremor of my magic reverberates against my ribs, offering to release my restraints.

I focus on the sparks of delight conjured by the press of Casimir’s lips and the caress of his hands down my torso. It’s not up to me what happens here. I don’t have to decide. I don’t have to try to keep up or give back equally.

As I sink into that acceptance, it’s a weirdly freeing idea.

Casimir nibbles his way along the edge of my jaw and down to the crook of my shoulder. Bliss flows over my skin from every place his lips mark with their delectable heat.

When he nips my collarbone, my hips jerk of their own accord. Casimir’s tongue darts out to smooth over the spot. “Oh, we’re just getting started, my darling.”

As he continues to tease his mouth along my upper chest, he strokes his fingers up from my belly to cup my breasts. He swipes his thumbs over my nipples in tandem, bringing a gasp to my throat at the combined jolts of delight.

Casimir works several more increasingly urgent sounds out of me with every skilled swivel of his hands. He kisses his way down my sternum, pulling backward so he kneels between my splayed legs.

The erection tenting his drawers brushes against my core, and I can’t help arching toward him with a needy whine. Casimir hums and laps his tongue over one stiffened nipple, letting the vibration of the sound carry through the gesture.

“We have lots of time to get to that. I won’t be satisfied until you’re absolutely drenched for me.”

A strangled noise escapes me. “I think I’m already there.”

“But I still have so much to enjoy here.” He slicks his tongue over the other nipple to set off a renewed pulse of pleasure. “You’re at my mercy, Ivy. I decide when you’re ready.”

My disgruntled huff breaks into a moan when he sucks the tip of my breast right into his mouth.

He strums it with his tongue and then scrapes the tips of his teeth across the peak. All I can do is writhe against my bonds with bliss.

He teases and suckles that breast until my head is hazed with the sensations, running his fingertips up and down my sides at the same time to spark even more delightful quivers. With another satisfied hum, he turns his attentions to my other breast.

One hand slides over my belly to delve between my legs. His hot breath spills over my breast in an approving sigh. “That’s what I like to feel. And I’m going to enjoy it fully.”

I understand what he means when he eases farther down the bed and lowers his head to where his fingers were just fondling me. The first swipe of his tongue over my clit makes my hips buck to the limits of my restraints.

The courtesan shoots me a pleased grin and buries his face between my thighs.

With every movement of his lips, every swirl of his tongue and graze of his teeth, ecstasy floods me. It washes over me in waves, until I can’t stop myself from straining against my bonds, rocking into his mouth to urge on my release.

Casimir sucks hard on my clit and curls two fingers into my channel to stroke me from the inside. But just as I shudder to the edge, he pulls back a few inches.

I growl in protest, my sex aching with need.

The courtesan licks my arousal from his lips and glides his fingers over my inner thighs. “You’ll come when I decide.”

“Fuck,” I groan.

But when he laps his tongue over me again, I have to admit the pleasure spikes through me even more forcefully. The burn of need deepens into a searing sensation that spreads all through my body.

Casimir works me over just as thoroughly as before. He thrusts a third finger inside me to fill me even better while he teases my clit with his mouth.

Every nerve in my body trembles giddily. I sway with the movements of his tongue and hand, spiraling toward my peak?—

He pulls back at the last second again with a low chuckle that could almost make me come on its own.

A sound slips from my lips that’s almost a sob. Casimir presses a tenderly apologetic kiss to my hipbone and tugs off his drawers.

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