Page 135 of A Broken Throne of Bronze

“Oh gods,” I gasp. I can already feel the wetness gathering between my legs.

Viridian flashes a wicked smirk at me. As if he knows it, too.

He lets me go and slowly takes a step back. “Get on the bed for me, Little Fawn. I’m going to make both of our fantasies come true.”

Biting my lip, I do as he says. I lay on the bed, propping myself up onto my elbows so I can look at him.

Viridian’s eyes lock with mine, deep amber smoking like embers. He pulls his shirt over his head and discards it, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes roam across his broad chest, and I ache to touch the toned muscle I see there. He takes something from my vanity table, and then moves to the bed, closing the space between us. Watching me intently, he pulls his hands evenly apart, stretching a hair ribbon until it spans the width of his shoulders. His knees press into the bed, one on each side of my waist.

Still maintaining eye contact, he roughly grabs my wrists while he straddles me, moving my hands above my head.

A breath escapes my lips. All I can do is look at him, at the dark haze falling over his expression, his hungry stare. I’m transfixed.

He takes the hair ribbon, slowly, intently, tying it around my wrists. He pulls the ends of the ribbon, until my wrists are bound. Tight.

My chest rises with my breath, my breasts with them. My nipples brush against his chest, already hardening under my silk dressing robe. My thin, thin dressing robe.

Lightly, he tugs at the tie at my waist—the only thing keeping my dressing robe closed around me. With two fingers, he pushes the silk aside, exposing me. Fully.

His stare leaves mine, only to look down at my nipples. He lowers one hand to my chest, between my breasts, while the other pins my wrists down.

The slight touch has me arching my back and parting my lips.

Viridian’s hand on my chest moves upward to the base of my neck, fingers pressing down on each side.

I gasp, tilting my head back to lean my neck into his touch. I need him.

Gods, I need him.

“I’m going to devour you,” Viridian says thickly.

Licking my lips, I muster a nod. He kisses me hard. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming mine for his own. I squeeze my hands into fists and tug at the restraints.

Viridian’s hand unclasps from my wrists, and he lowers his face from my mouth to my neck. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down my spine. Heat gathers in my core, until it’s almost too much.

His lips part, and he leaves a scorching trail down my chest and stomach with his tongue. When his face is between my hips, he looks up at me. The intensity in those amber eyes has me breathing heavier, the embers in his stare enough to drive me more desperate with need.

“Please,” I pant.

“Say it, Little Fawn. Tell me what you need.”

“You.”

“Mmm, I’d imagine you do, don’t you?”

“Please. Viridian. I need you. So badly.”

Viridian’s eyes close, and he dips his face to my inner thigh. He breathes in the scent of me, inhaling deeply. Then he opens his mouth, gently sucking at my skin and lightly nipping at it with his teeth.

I whimper.

And it’s only the slightest noise, but it seems to extinguish the last ounce of whatever self-control he has left.

Roughly, he hooks both of his hands under my thighs, and in one motion, pulls me closer to his face. When he does, his mouth meets my warmth. I’m so tender there that I moan and arch my back into him.

His tongue flicks me while his lips suck and play. He draws another moan from me, and I writhe on the bed, my hips bucking against his mouth. He removes one hand from the back of my thighs and presses down on my lower abdomen to keep me in place.

I can’t stop moaning now. And I don’t care who hears.

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