Page 35 of A Bond of Fire and Roses

Erax doesn’t tease me with his tongue. He devours me with it.

He uses the tip to coax out moan after moan until my legs are trembling underneath him. A warm sensation gathers inside me, and I dig my nails into his scalp, but then he just pulls away, and that beautiful, warm feeling vanishes.

A wicked grin taunts his lips when he looks up at me. “Not yet, Mist. The next one I want something different.”

He reaches for my hand and removes it from his hair. Something tells me he meant for that to happen—for my pleasure to build and then stop. Tyrant. He lifts my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, and with another wicked grin, throws me back onto the bed. He then climbs onto me, draping his powerful body over mine, and places his hands at either side of my face.

I look up into his eyes, at my reflection staring right back, completely exposed and vulnerable to this man before me. He’s worse than a tyrant—he’s a cold-blooded conqueror. For a moment, flashes of that familiar hatred rise to my surface. As if sensing it, Erax pins my hands above my head.

“I just want to touch you.”

“Sure, you do.” He smirks down at me. “Claw my eyes out more like.”

I curse under my head, and he laughs.

Then he kisses me, and at first, I wince from my taste on his lips. Until that wince turns into a moan when I feel him press against me. He’s so hard, and so big. He slides his cock between my legs and rubs against me, almost like he’s marking me with his scent. I should find it odd, but for some reason it makes me open my legs wider to welcome him in. He’s marking me because he’s about to claim me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when he suddenly stops.

“Nothing. I’m just looking at you.”

My cheeks flame and I turn my head to the side, feeling strangely shy.

“Don’t,” Erax orders, the command clear in his voice. “I want my wife to look at me when I enter her for the first time.”

I take a deep breath and blink back up at him. He moves towards me and glides the tip of his member against my opening. His eyes never leave mine as he enters me. Slowly he pushes inside, inch by inch, and I bite my lips to keep from crying out. It hurts, it stings, but Erax’s eyes hold me in their grasp, forcing me to focus only on him. He presses his forehead to mine as he eases further in.

I dig my nails into his hand, groaning with him once he’s fully inside me. For a moment he stays like that, our bodies entwined, as if he’s savouring the moment. I savour it too. This is the first time my hate for him no longer burns with just hatred.

It burns with desire, a yearning so fierce that it sears my very soul,

Tears leak from the corner of my eyes. He watches them fall as he moves his hips and I feel myself stretching around him. Then he leans down and licks them from my cheek. He caresses the side of my face with his hands, freeing mine to fall upon his back. I dig my fingers into his skin there, half of me wanting to rip the flesh from his bones, and the other half—the half that terrifies me most of all—wants to caress him back. To just see what it would feel to open myself up to him.

Who am I kidding? I opened myself to Erax the moment he kissed me.

He groans as I claw at him. His hand wraps around my neck and squeezes in warning. I hold his gaze and let him look me in the eye just like he wanted. His grip tightens and he presses his fingers into my throat as he moves his hips with not so gentle thrusts. His movements are no longer gentle or slow but fast and deep, each one hitting off a strange spot inside me that makes me curl my toes.

I close my eyes, shocked by the sensation and frightened by the urge I have to kiss the man causing it. Erax squeezes my throat harder, and stars spread across my vision.

“Open them!”

I obey his command with a moan. How can Erax make me moan like this while practically choking me? How can my body even enjoy this? But my body is more than enjoying it, because the stars that dance across my vision work their way into my hands and toes, and I dig them into whatever surface I can as I scream out.

“Erax!”

The sensation building in me is just too great. Too strong. It makes me want to scream and cry at the same time. My eyes close again from instinct as this orgasm hits harder than the last and simply blinds me with sheer pleasure.

“Look at me!” Erax’s moves faster, his hand never leaving my throat. “Stop fighting me, Maelena, and look at me.”

Breathlessly, I look up at him glaring down at me. The tip of his cheeks are flushed, his breathing has turned heavy, and his hair is dishevelled, falling into his eyes. Eyes that are so terrifying and mesmerising at the same time. Eyes that take my breath away. Eyes that tear me apart and make me want to submit to him.

“Just stop fighting me,” Erax repeats, his voice bordering on a plea.

I’m not fighting you.

I want to scream the words at him, but I can only moan again as his thrusts deepen, lifting me off the bed. I cling on to his shoulders, finding his lips with my own. Erax pauses, as if shocked by the kiss. Somewhere in the coherent part of my mind, it takes me by surprise too, but I don’t pull away. I kiss Erax like he really is the air to my lungs, my reason for breathing.

“Maelena…” He moans out my name like it’s a prayer. “My wife… Fuck!”

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