Page 111 of Gift from the Stone

This is just another example of how he’s unmatched in his element. He may believe I’ll be just as strong as he is, but there’s no way I’ll ever be able to sneak up on him the way he just did me.

Prowling around me, his eyes devour my body through the thin material that he technically dressed me in. The longer he spends just observing, the shallower my breathing becomes, and the harder my nipples grow.

He has the patience of a saint, but me and my newly awakened sex drive do not. I need him to touch me. I need his hands, his fingers, his mouth, his cock, his bond, all of him, now.

“You’ll get all of that when I decide to give it to you, little warrior,” he declares, making it obvious he’s already spying on my thoughts. His voice is low, seductive as he whispers in my ear.

My body is all too aware of his as he continues to press into my back and moves my hair to the side, laying a trail of kisses down my neck. His fingers running down my arms, up my sides, over the curve of my ass causes my entire body to shudder. His exploration is teasing, tormenting, and I can feel my arousal drip down my thighs.

When his thumbs graze my painfully tight nipples, I groan, a mixture of frustration and begging. The game he played with my body in the gym and the one he plays now walks a thin line between fucking irresistible, the buildup immaculate, and pure torture that’s going to kill me any minute.

Tillman’s dark chuckle causes my eyes to fly open, colliding with his. By the beautiful, smug look on his face, I know he read that thought, and I know he’s thoroughly enjoying this. Thankfully, he gives a little mercy, and with a quick flick of his wrist, my brand-new silk gown disintegrates into nothing.

I suck in a startled breath when he suddenly drops down on his knees. With our massive height difference, he’s nearly face to face with me, but he falls back on his heels, gripping my hips. Leaning his head down slowly, he lays his lips against my new scar.

“I’ll spend every day, for the rest of our lives, repaying you for the sacrifice you made for me, Willow. I’ll worship you like the goddess you are.” He vows.

Before I can argue that he doesn’t need to repay me for anything, his vine releases from around one of my calves, and he slings my leg over his shoulder, then buries his face into my pussy.

The sudden sensation sparks every nerve ending in my body, sending electricity shooting through me, causing me to cry out in both surprise and desperation.

He doesn’t waste a drop of me, plunging his tongue in and out, laying long, heated strokes up from my core to my clit. He even licks the evidence of my arousal off my thighs before going back to feasting on my flesh. I fight against the restraints around my wrist, needing badly to push my fingers through his chestnut curls.

I could easily break through his vines’ hold, but this is how he wants me, and I’m not opposed to being tied up for his pleasure. If this is his brand of worshipping, I’ll gladly be his altar.

A faint pinch to my nipples causes a small whimper to fall from my lips and my body jolts at the abrupt touch of pain. Looking down at my chest as the tingling continues, two velvet clamps are attached to my hard peaks, creating a never-ending stream of stimulation to pulse through me.

“Tillman. Where—”

“I made those for you. You’re going to feel me everywhere I want you to feel me,” he growls, forcing my pussy to clench around the fingers he’s pushing inside of me.

If it weren’t for his hand gripping my ass and his vines tying tethers to my body, I’d be a puddle on the ground. My knees are weak, trembling, and the liquified heat coursing through my veins sets my body ablaze. He may be worshiping my body, but I’m completely at his mercy.

I’m overstimulated, but still, I need more. I need to come. I need him.

I know from his groans, he’s listening to everything that crosses my mind. He knows how he’s making my body feel and what I need, yet he won’t relent.

“I’m enjoying the taste of your pussy far too much to stop right now, Will,” he replies lazily as he pulls back to stare at how wet I am, the evidence of it dripping down his chin and hand. He runs his fingers through my mess, shoving two of them in at the same time, causing a long, drawn-out moan to escape me.

“Please, Tillman. Please make me come,” I beg.

Everything intensifies the moment the words leave my lips. The pressure of the clamps begins to ease then tighten repeatedly. Their pattern so unpredictable it’s sending me into a maddening mixture of pain and pleasure. I don’t currently know which one I love more. I can feel his massive fingers opening, stretching me out, and then coming together to caress my G-spot. My screams fill the room as he licks me faster and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I ignite.

Stars dance in front of my eyes as I fight to catch my breath. It takes me a minute to realize the stars aren’t going away because he’s somehow laid me back on the bed without me noticing, and I’m actually looking at the sky. My wrists are still tied, but there’s more slack to them now, so I push up on my elbows and peer down the bed to where he’s standing.

With the fire going behind him, a glow of light highlights his still fully clothed silhouette, and I let my thoughts about that ring loud and clear through my mind.

His lip twitches slightly, then slowly. Starting from his shoulders, his clothes begin to fade into nothingness. I stare memorized as the articles of clothing shimmer out of existence, leaving nothing but a very naked, gorgeous statue of a man.

I can’t help but let my eyes trace out every flawlessly etched muscle. He’s fucking perfection personified and I can’t wait to run my hands over every inch of him. As my gaze continues to travel down his body, my pussy both throbs in anticipation and fear as I stare at his hard cock. Just like the rest of him, its fucking massive.

That’ll never fit in me.

“It’ll fit, Will. I’ll take care of you the whole time.” Tillman swears as he crawls on the bed toward me, pushing me back until I’m lying flat.

The pull of the vines has my arms stretching above my head and my legs spread wide, baring me open to him completely.

Capturing my mouth, he kisses me senselessly until I’m no longer thinking about the dilemma of him fitting inside of me. My only thoughts now are about how fucking amazing it’s going to feel. Sitting back on his heels, he runs his hands from my breast down to my thighs, spreading them farther to make room for his body to fit mine.

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