Page 132 of When the Woods Go Silent

“Gobbelins take, Ruby,” he warns with a glint in his eye.

“Well, men ask first.”

“You want me to ask every time I touch you?” His voice is edged with impatience, but I’m not giving up this lesson.

“I want you to fucking ask if you’re going to touch me here,” I purr, my voice dropping to a gravelly, sensual tone I didn’t know I possessed. My movements grow snakelike and powerful as I dig one knee into his chest, pressing him down into the mattress. I kick the covers to the side and sluice my fingers between my thighs. Wetness drips from my skin, my center soaked from his tongue and my arousal.

I want more. I want more than the dream, and I want it on my terms.

“Please, Ruby. Will you choke me between your thighs and steal my breath with that perfect cunt?” His teasing words pull a powerful beat of longing from me, but I narrow my eyes at him as his hands begin to slide up my thighs.

“You’ve done bad things. You have to pay for that.”

Torrence widens his beautiful eyes, but he doesn’t resist when I grab his wrists and bang them back into my headboard, hard enough to bruise. The hint of a smile plays around the corners of his lips, and it makes me fiercer.

“Hold onto that, and don’t let go, or you’ll regret it,” I threaten, as his fingers wrap the wrought iron curls on my old-fashioned bed. I slip off my t-shirt and drag myself forward, smearing his skin with my scent as he groans. I don’t stop until my pussy is spread open directly above his face.

“No other moving, and keep this bad boy away from me,” I instruct, reaching back and giving his straining cock a healthy smack through his pants. He flinches, eyes widening even more, and a devious laugh spills from my throat.

Who would have ever guessed I’d like this so much?

An inch at a time, I lower myself over his mouth, a moan slipping from my lips as his tongue immediately delves deep inside me. He understands exactly what I want, and he’s playing the game, for now. I layer my hands over his on the bed frame, my tight nipples brushing the cool iron and my thighs tight on either side of his head. His knuckles go white beneath mine with the effort of holding on, and I grin to myself as I rub my wetness all over his face, smothering him in everything me.

It feels so deliciously dangerous, as though I’m walking the edge of degradation and dominance. He’s so much stronger. He could throw me off at any second. He could sink those fangs into my most sensitive parts and bleed me dry, or use his ice magic to freeze me while he takes everything he wants.

He doesn’t even try.

Just like in my dreams, Torrence obeys my silent command, devouring me whole in the most mind-bending way. My thighs tremble as he licks every fold and crease, wrapping his lips around my clit to suck, then pushing his tongue as deep as it can go, drowning in my essence all the while.

I own him, in this moment.

He lets me own him. He lets me have this power, but the edge of a growl rumbling in his chest reminds me that he’s the one controlling the power of pleasure, wrapped like magical fingers around my body as I struggle to last just a little bit longer.

When I come, I feel the release of wetness drench his face, and the growl rips from his throat as he laps it up with a hunger that would have embarrassed me, once. I don’t feel like that girl anymore.

I’m face sitting a lethal magical creature, and he’s all too willing to be my pet.

“Good boy,” I whisper, chuckling down at him as I raise my hips and he sucks in a deep breath. His lips glisten as he gives me a teasing half-grin, running his tongue over them to collect every drop. I reach down to collect a droplet from his jaw, and he sucks my finger into his mouth. His fangs graze my skin, and I yank my hand back reflexively.

“Had your fun, then?” he rasps, his eyes dilated nearly to black as he stares up at me. “I can play bottom. But can you?”

Before I have the chance to respond, his hands burst from underneath mine, grabbing my hips as he whips me over onto my back. He gathers my wrists together in one of his large hands, pulling them back to the metal railing. He uses the other hand to tease my swollen clit as I writhe beneath him, almost painfully sensitive. I’m so close to begging for him to stop or go harder, as long as he stops teasing, and he sees it.

“Do it. Beg,” he growls, but I button my lips closed. They pop back open as he opens the fly of his pants and takes his cock in hand, stroking that velvety tip. He presses his cock down, circling the head of it around my clit and groaning at the sight.

“I could paint you so pretty,” he says, teasing me so gently and mercilessly. I arch off the bed, my hands tugging hopelessly against his grip. He catches my hips and lines me up with his cock, pressing just the tip inside. “Or I could ruin this pussy, just the way I like it.”

His eyes flash fire and I suck in a shaky breath. I thought I had power over him? It was nothing more than an illusion - how easy it would be for him to slip inside and tear apart every bit of control I’ve just built.

“Tell me no. If you can,” he whispers, circling his hips lightly so his tip drags a tantalizing circle around my opening, my clitpulsing with the lack of attention. His eyes are amber lightning in the darkness of my bedroom, promising a storm is coming.

I see in his focused gaze that he would listen, if I told him no.

I close my lips, making my decision. “Put on a fucking condom, then,” I grit out, nodding to my nightstand.

He grins wide, and for the first time, I see every razor-sharp tooth in his mouth. He moves so fast, I barely see him obey me, and a micro-second later, he plunges his cock into me, so deep I see stars.

I cry out with the pain that quickly pulses into pleasure as my body adjusts to take him in, forgiving his roughness as he pins me to the mattress with the way his hips roll into me. I forget how to use words because all my brain power is dedicated to memorizing every single place we touch.

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