Page 17 of A Haven of Brimstone and Darkness

After several minutes, he repositions me, encouraging me to turn around and straddle him so that we can resume the kiss. Unable to help myself and somehow knowing that this is but a brief escape from our reality, I let him.

I sink onto his lap, grinding my cloth-covered pussy against him as I slide up and down and back and forth. All the while, his hands grip my hips and his teeth, lips, and tongue drive me wild. My thighs become coated in wet juices the longer the kiss goes on and my stomach rolls, contracting and releasing with desire.

“Theos…” I gasp his name as he pulls his mouth from mine and turns his head away when I lean up to kiss him again.

“No, Kiera, wait.”

Fuck no, I don’t want to wait. Grabbing his face with my hand, I force it back to mine and dive down, ravishing him with a harsh meeting of mouths. His low, rumbling masculine chuckle annoys me enough that I reach down between our bodies and take his cock into my hand.

The laugh cuts off immediately as he sucks in a harsh breath. “Kiera.” My name is a warning on his lips, one that I have no intention of heeding.

Looking up at the suddenly strained features of his face, I test the first stroke, gripping him tight against my palm and slowly lifting and lowering my hand from base to tip. He bares his teeth at me, snarling.

“Fuck, Dea,” he snaps. “You’re killing me.”

Arching a brow, I repeat the action. “I assure you,” I tell him calmly. “I’ve never killed anyone this way.”

His hips rise against the ministrations of my hand, pumping against my palm as he seeks out more pressure, more pleasure. I move back a bit and reach down with my other hand, lower this time, under his heavy cock and to the sack beneath. Theos grips the sheets and blankets on either side of our bodies, twisting and bunching them as another unintelligible curse slips from his lips.

After all he and his brothers have put me through, their conniving, sometimes demeaning, and more than often dominating personalities, I think this is the first time I’ve ever felt as if I truly have power over one of them. I find that I like the sensation.

Theos’ cock pulses in my hand, throbbing as I reach the head and rub a thumb over the wet open slit at the top. Rolling his balls between my fingers, lightly squeezing them, I continue to pump him in my grip. Up and down, repeating the movement until it’s not enough for either of us.

A string of curses and then a very agonized, “Dea,” escapes Theos’ mouth as I move back and down, lowering my body to the mattress until my face hovers over his shaft. One of his hands releases the blankets and spears into my hair, the fluttering of silver strands are pulled back, away from my face, and held in a hard fist.

“Yes,” Theos breathes as I kiss the top of his cock, licking at the slit and tasting the salty fluid there. “Take me,Dea. Take me deeper than you’ve ever taken anyone and let me come inside this pretty mouth.”

Dear Gods … Theos Darkhaven is a dark saint above me, eyes half-lidded and glowing dangerously. His lips part, the plushness of their form enhanced by the glistening of wetness on them.

My insides cramp with wanton need, and I open my mouth wider, letting my tongue lap up the underside of his shaft. He tastes like salt and sin, a heady flavor that I could get far too used to, far too addicted to. Leaving his sack, I grip his cock with both hands at the base. I carefully trace the bulging vein from the bottom to the top of his length before taking him inside. The second my lips close over the sensitive mushroom-shaped head of his cock, his hips jerk and he slides in several inches at once.

The hand at the back of my skull tightens against me, keeping me from pulling back. I descend further and further, sucking him in until he hits the back of my throat. Breathing through my nostrils in rapid succession, I glance up from beneath my lashes to see his expression. Theos’ head is tilted down, his glowing golden eyes fixed on me, on where his cock is between my lips.

A spark of something akin to lightning passes through my veins and I jolt sharply. It’s not just in my veins, but I can feel it in my body, between my lips, against my tongue, and at the back of my head where he grips me so tightly. My gaze widens on his face as a slow grin spreads his lips and the bottom whites of his teeth shine through the smile.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me,Dea,” he murmurs endearingly. Gathering up the long strands of my hair, he holds it up, creating a tail in his fist. “Your hair is so pretty,” he continues, sifting the long tendrils between his fingers. “Like spider silk.”

He rocks his hips against my face, pressing in and then withdrawing a scant inch or two, rubbing the underside of his shaft against my tongue. My pussy clenches in desire, with hunger. Though I want him inside me, to feel the hard press of him invading my body to give me just as much pain or pleasure he wants to deliver—this act I’m performing for him is entirely enslaving.

I want to close my eyes and suck him down more, to let myself be drawn in by the taste and smell of him and to let him use me as he would a common whore. I want him to drive out all thought from my head, all memory of that disconcerting dream. Because I know that’s exactly what it was—a dream. It had to have been.

Caedmon isn’t alive. He can’t be. It’s just wishful thinking; a desire from a scared child to have someone to turn to—someone more powerful, more knowledgeable, someone who can do something to save me.

There is no one to save me now. I am captured by the kindest of the Darkhavens, but even he has his darkness he wants to unleash and I have no choice but to let it happen. Deep down, though, I know it’s not lack of choice that has me unlocking my jaw and widening my hips, as I press my knees into the mattress. It’s greed.

There’s still a few inches left and I know if I want to take him fully, he’ll have to go further than I’ve ever taken any other man—just as he commanded. Despite the obvious tension and desire reflected in his expression, for a moment, Theos’ grin widens.

“Do you think you can do it?” he prompts, a challenging note in his voice. “Can you suck my cock all the way to the back of your throat, Kiera?”

My mouth contracts around the hard shaft and my tongue practically vibrates where it’s pressed down from the heavy length of him.Can I do it?I narrow my eyes on him.Does he really think I’m going to fall for such an obvious ploy?

Yes, he must, because it works.

Theos thrusts his cock into the back of my throat, a low groan erupting from his throat. His grasp on my hair tightens to the point of pain, the strands tugging sharply against my scalp that seems to send more of those strange bolts of lightning—hot and not quite painful but still very much present—through me.

Over and over again, he thrusts into my mouth, taking his pleasure from my lips as if the two of us were born to play these parts of ours. I let my eyes drift shut, slicking my tongue beneath his shaft as I taste more salt on his skin. Wetness from the head oozes towards the back of my throat and reflexively, I swallow against it, wanting more. The action causes my entire mouth and throat to clamp down and pulse rhythmically against the length of him, trying to perform the common act of taking something into my belly. The strange sensation seems to drive Theos over the edge. With a muffled shout, he slams himself into the back of my mouth, holding my head down with two hands now, keeping my face pressed to his groin.

“Fuck!”

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