Page 73 of Tarnished Reign

He adds an extra sharp nip to his bite, and I fall.

I writhe against him, pressing down as hard as I can as I chase the orgasm that hits. It’s nowhere near enough, because the friction isn’t quite right, and I moan against him as I shamelessly rub myself on his cock.

He pulls his mouth away from my nipples and stares at me through hooded eyes.

“Did you just come?”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, as the tiny aftershocks surge through me.

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry. Fuck, that’s so hot.”

He stands and takes me with him. My legs automatically go around his waist, my arms around his neck as I cling to him. He marches into the bedroom and places me on the huge bed.

I was tied to this bed mere days ago, but that’s a distant memory in this strange dream world I’ve descended into.

“I made a promise about this dress,” he says.

His big, strong hands grab the material, and he tears it in half, right down the middle. Then, to my shock, he does the same to my panties.

“I might tear all your clothes from you this way,” he growls.

My clit pulses.

“Then just buy you new ones.”

“Could become expensive,” I pant.

“The best hobbies always are.”

A laugh gurgles out of me, but it’s broken off when he pulls me roughly to the edge of the bed, pushes my thighs apart, and lowers his head.

The moment his tongue hits me is like an electric shock to my senses.

No one has done this to me before.

It feels wrong but delicious at the same time. Naughty but nice. Forbidden but oh-so-divine.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and the aftershocks turn into something else. He spreads my lips and works my clit, flicking it, then alternating with softer licks, until I’m mindless with it all.

No way can I come again so soon, but he’s like a magician. It’s as if his tongue has a degree in my needs. He sucks my entire pussy into his mouth and then flicks hard on my clit, and I explode.

This orgasm isn’t half-hearted; this is like a fucking train hitting me. I cry out so loudly I clamp my hand over my mouth.

Dimitri pushes a finger slowly in me as my orgasm continues to wrack me. He pushes it in deep and adds a second.

I’m still coming, and my muscles contract around his fingers. I grip the bed sheets with my free hand, moaning into the palm of the one I have covering my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Adriana. You’re so fucking responsive.” He kisses my thigh and continues working his fingers in me.

“How does that feel?” he asks. “Painful?”

“No. I have a vibrator.”

His head snaps up. “How do you use it?”

“Erm, on my clit mostly, but sometimes, when I’m about to come, I put it inside me and come on it.”

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