Page 55 of Serpent King's Prisoner

“Slowly,” he ordered, and I obeyed, lowering his pants and boxers with a slow, measured pull. His gaze was predatory, watching my every move like a hawk watching its prey. My heart pounded in my chest as I took him in my hand, feeling the weight and heat of him.

I could see him flexing his jaw, an indication of the restraint he was exercising. He liked control and right now he had it. Even as I held him in my hand, he was the one manipulating the situation.

“Abby,” he said, the grip in my hair tightening. “Go on. If you use your teeth, I will kill you.”

A ripple of fear coursed through me, but it was quickly drowned out by the pulsing desire that had taken hold of me. My grip around him tightened reflexively, my thumb stroking along his length before I focused on the task at hand.

I lowered my head, my breath ghosting over his skin and causing him to shudder. My eyes flickered up to meet his. He watched me closely, his dark eyes brimming with a kind of savage hunger that made my insides quiver.

Slowly, very slowly, I took him in my mouth. His taste filled my senses—salt, musk, and something uniquely him. I heard a ragged sigh escape from him, watched as he threw his head back in pleasure. His hand still clenched tightly in my hair as I moved up and down on him slowly, following his unspoken command.

The noises Nathan made were low, guttural, punctuated by the occasional swear word in Mandarin. A part of me reveled in it—the ability to break this man’s usual iron-clad control was heady, intoxicating. But the unease never left me, lurking behind every stroke and caress. His threat echoed in my mind: If you use your teeth, I will kill you.

Every so often, his grip in my hair would tighten, a silent reminder of who was really in control here. He guided my pace—slow then fast, shallow then deep—until I could barely breathe, my eyes watering from the strain.

“Enough,” he finally growled, pulling me off him abruptly. I stumbled back slightly, panting for breath while he righted himself. I got to my feet, watching his every move. There was a fierce pride in his eyes as he watched me recover—a satisfaction at having pushed me to my limits—and something else...a glint of possessiveness that sent chills down my spine.

“Wait,” he said.

As he paced towards me, he stripped off his clothes and let them fall on the floor with a thump. The sound echoed in the silence of the room, making my heartbeat quicken in anticipation. He approached me, reaching out to trace a finger along my bottom lip.

“Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, parting my lips to allow him entry. As he slid two fingers into my mouth, I tasted the salty sweat on his skin. He pulled them out slowly, holding my gaze with a predatory satisfaction that made my core clench in response.

His hand continued its path downwards, sliding against me. Effortlessly, he slipped one finger inside me while his thumb circled my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath as heat exploded within me.

“No,” I protested weakly, but he only smirked, the corners of his mouth curling up in a predatory smile.

My eyes went wide as he slid another finger lower, pressing against the tight ring of muscles there. He looked at me for a second too long, as if he was asking me. And then he pressed a lubricated finger into my ass, and as he did, I gasped, my body arcing towards him involuntarily. Pain and pleasure intermingled in a way that had my heart pounding in my chest as if trying to escape.

Nathan’s smirk widened at my reaction, and his eyes shimmered with a dark promise. “All of you is mine, Abby,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “Every inch. Every hole.”

His words sent a shiver coursing down my spine, doing strange things to my insides. I could only gasp in response as he stretched me, pushing the boundaries of what I thought I could take.

His fingers worked diligently inside of me; one moment teasing fleetingly and the next, assaulting the very core of me with a ruthless rhythm that pushed me to the edge of sanity. The room filled with the sounds of our panting breaths and the slick thrumming of his fingers diving repeatedly into my body.

The pleasure built until my vision blurred around the edges, until I was on the cusp of something monstrous and all-consuming. But before I could surrender myself to it, Nathan withdrew his fingers from me entirely. A whimper left my lips at the sudden emptiness, but it was soon replaced by a gasp as he lifted me off the floor and onto the island.

“All of you, every last bit, belongs to me now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He spread my legs apart, stepping in between them. His hands found my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that was almost unbearable. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, hinting at the restraint he was exercising.

“You only get to come when I have my cock inside of you,” he said.

And then he was there, inside me, fully sheathed in one swift, ruthless move. A cry tore from my lips as he stretched me, filling me completely. His grip on my hip convulsed as if he was trying to restrain himself, and for a moment he was still, his eyes darkened with desire as they stared into mine.

Every breath I took was shaky, filled with the spiraling pleasure of him inside of me. The island edge dug into my back and our heavy breathing filled the room as the tension between us grew almost unbearable.

Finally, Nathan moved; a slow pull out that had me biting my lip before he thrust back in hard. I gasped at the sudden movement, my nails scoring down his back at the sensation. His pace quickened, every thrust more powerful than the last until nothing else existed but him and the intense pleasure building up within me.

“My pretty little hole,” he said into my ear, and despite what I wanted—to resist, to push him away, to tell him to stop—it was like my body knew to orgasm at his words, at his command. My climax hit me with the strength of a hurricane, ripping through me with such intensity that white spots danced in my vision. My body convulsed under him, pleasure rolling through me in waves.

“See? You are a good girl,“ he said breathlessly, the satisfaction in his voice sending another shock wave of pleasure coursing through me.

His pace faltered, his grip on my hips growing tighter as he rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. With a final guttural groan, he pushed deep one last time and stilled. I felt the heat of his release inside me and nearly came again at the feeling. It was overwhelming, intense, and like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Nathan remained still for a few moments longer, his breath hot against my neck. I felt him soften and slowly pull away from me. He helped me to sit up, his hands tender now where they had been ruthless before.

“Fuck,” he said as he pulled away from me. “You really do have the perfect pussy.”

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