Page 108 of Taken By Touch and Torment

“That’s my perfect, good girl,” he praised.

I fell into his praise the same way I fell into his desire. I kept waiting for my trauma responses to start firing, ruining everything before it began. But just as I’d always known, what had happened to me in the palace was nothing like what Rune and I did. Not even Rune at his most sadistic was anything like Durian. Not even close.

In fact, it was an act of delicious vengeance that I could enjoy Rune’s lips brushing over the peak of my breast. The sweetest, purest spite warmed my stomach, knowing that none of the men who hurt me would ever have me like this.

Rune’s slick fingers found their mark between my legs, and I writhed as his mouth closed over my nipple at the same time. He lightly sucked, and my eyes rolled back.

I felt a jolt of panic. “Sorry,” I quickly said.

Rune paused. “Sorry for what, baby?”

“I looked away from the ceiling. I’m sorry.”

My heart hammered, and Rune’s palm skated across my chest, stopping over my racing pulse.

“Sweet girl, look wherever you wish,” he said. “Let go. I’m here to catch you, not punish you.”

Underneath his palm, my heart slowed. I remembered that Rune and I were playing a game. He was only pretending to be scary because I liked it. I glanced at the oceans and stars, the shadows that desperately reached, and I did as I was told.

I let go.

He resumed his worship of my body, pulling the other nipple into his mouth. At the scrape of fangs, I made a throaty moan. His shadows held me down while his free hand skated over my skin soothingly. He pushed lower, his lips meeting my navel. His slick fingers worked my clit again, slowly ramping up their intensity as I bucked.

I allowed my eyes to shut, lost to sensation I hadn’t felt in too long. All of me had been brought back to life, and I drowned in the high of our shared pleasure intertwining in threads of darkness and light.

A limb I couldn’t account for brushed my lips. How many hands did Rune have?

“Oh.”

Rune chuckled as a tip of shadow solidified and entered my mouth. It was slick and cool on my tongue. It tasted like… how Rune smelled. Fresh, woodsy, and crisp. It was divine.

The shadow slipped out and down my body, slick with my saliva. At the same time as the shadow teased my nipple, another one was at my lips again.

Rune’s mouth closed over my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. When they slipped inside me, and his tongue began to pulse, I melted into the fur beneath me. Boneless, thoughtless, my skin engulfed by fire.

Both of his damn shadows were teasing my nipples, and the act was beautifully degrading. I was flooded with so much rapture that I couldn’t feel anything else. My every sensation was devoted to pleasure and desire, and I had the distinct thought that this was what I was made for.

I was made to be Rune’s. My body was forged for him the same as my soul.

“Please,” I somehow rasped. “Please may I come?”

One of the shadows teasing my nipples suddenly developed sharpness, as if the thorns had untucked. Their gentle scrape against my sensitive peak had a scream building.

The other shadow, still smooth and slick, crawled down my body. Rune hadn’t answered me, still feasting on me like a man starved. He slid his fingers out of me. I knew what was coming.

The words that left my mouth were entirely indecipherable as his shadow impaled me. Rune chuckled, the vibration of it sending shockwaves from between my legs outward. The limb curved and expanded inside of me, hitting a spot that finally knocked my scream loose. I was impossibly full, overloaded with a beautiful blend of discomfort and euphoria.

Rune lifted up an inch, and I opened an eye to meet his hooded gaze. My stomach tightened, my legs shaking.

His fingers circled lower at my second opening, and he grinned when my eyes widened in terror. I shook my head.

“One day, I’m going to claim this hole too, baby. I’m going to fill all of you. You will be nothing but mine. You will have no purpose but to take it all like a good girl and thank me for every inch.”

To drive the point home, another shadow was skating up my neck, brushing over my lips before dissipating back into smoke. Rune’s filthy words had me unraveling past the point of return. The waves of pleasure crested.

“Come.”

His tongue returned to its groveling, and I looked at the ceiling one last time before I exploded just like the brushstrokes of those luminescent nebulas. I wasn’t sure if I was screaming again or pleading. I’d left my body in an entirely different way than ever before, and I wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time I returned.

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