Page 143 of Crown of Lies

Her hips buck up, seeking more pressure, but I deny her, pulling my hand away to drag my fingers through her wetness instead. “Not so fast, siren. I want to draw this out, make it last.”

She whines, the sound hitching in her throat as I continue to tease her, circling her clit and dipping my fingers into her heat, but never giving her what she’s craving.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse and wrecked. “Need more, Killian. Please.”

I edge her relentlessly, loving the way she squirms and writhes beneath my touch, her body glistening in the purple light, her tattoos a vibrant, vivid display of color. In the mirrors that line the room, I catch glimpses of her body, of my own form hovering over her, dominating her, and the sight fuels my hunger.

Every time she gets close, I back off, reducing the pressure, slowing my touch, enjoying her frustrated whimpers. Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts heaving as she pants for breath, her whole body trembling slightly. She’s completely at my mercy.

With a wicked smile, I position myself at her entrance and slowly, slowly, start to push inside. Her eyes fly open, locking with mine, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ of surprise as I sink into her, her heat enveloping me.

The black lights flick off, bathing the room in red again, and I begin to move, slowly at first, then with more purpose, lovingthe way our bodies connect. The mirrors reflect every move, giving me a full view of her pleasure-drunk face, and I feel myself spiraling toward the edge.

“Look at yourself, siren,” I grit out, thrusting harder. “So fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock, living for it.”

She cries out, her back arching, and her eyes connect with her reflection, watching as I fuck her and claim every part of her body.

Her whimpers turn to cries, little broken sounds that punctuate the slick, filthy sounds of our bodies moving together. She’s falling apart beneath me, and the sounds fuel my hunger, spurring me on. I feel her toes curl as I hit a sweet spot, and her hands fist in the sheets, her body tensing.

I lean over her, wanting to see her face. “Open your mouth, siren.”

Her lips part immediately, her gaze locked on me. Feeling a primitive sense of satisfaction at her obedience, I spit into her open mouth. She whimpers, and I claim her mouth, kissing her deeply, feeling like an addict who can’t stop now that I’ve started.

With a growl, I start to work her bindings loose, wanting to touch her, to feel her skin under my hands. As soon as her wrists and ankles are free, I turn her over, pushing her down into the mattress and driving back into her in one smooth motion. She cries out, her head falling forward, and I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me as I thrust up.

“Fuck, Killian,” she gasps, her voice thick with pleasure. “More, please.”

I fucking love the way she begs. It ignites something inside me and makes me start to move again, setting a relentless pace. Her tattoos glow in the red light, vivid and vibrant, a stunning contrast to her creamy skin. I reach around, teasing her clit withmy fingers, and her whole body jerks, a strangled moan escaping her throat.

“That’s it, siren. Fall apart for me. I want to feel you clench around me.”

I use another finger to tease her tight little asshole, and her whole body shudders. “Oh fuck! Right there, Killian. Don’t stop.”

I love the way she takes everything I give, craves it, wants more. With a shift of my stance, I angle myself to hit that spot inside her, and she cries out, her body starting to shake.

“That’s it, siren. Let go.”

Her pleasure builds, a tangible thing that wraps around me, tightening like a vise. Her inner muscles clench around me, milking my cock, and her cry echoes off the walls of the small room as she starts to come, her body convulsing in my arms. “Don’t stop, Killian! Please, please, right there!”

I’m right on the edge with her, my body coiled tight, but I hold back, wanting to watch her fall apart. Her whole body shudders, her orgasm rippling through her, and suddenly, the lights switch, bathing the room in black light again.

I notice her sweat-slicked skin and the marks I’ve left on her, and then my gaze moves higher, to the tattoo on her shoulder. It’s glowing with a different pattern, a hidden black light tattoo nested within the colors I know so well.

I thrust hard, deep, her tightness pulling my orgasm from me. My vision whites out as I spill myself inside her, feeling her clamp down around me, milking my release. My hips stutter, Buried to the hilt, I grip her hips, feeling her tremble beneath me, around me.

We’re both breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat, and as I catch my breath, my gaze flicks to the tattoo on her shoulder. Slowly, I reach out, tracing the new design beneath the familiar one.

“Your dad gave this to you, didn’t he?” I ask quietly, remembering her words from before.

“Yeah,” she confirms softly, her voice still thick with pleasure. “He did.”

“He did give you that marker before he died, siren.”

She goes very still, and I pull out, turning her to face the black-lit mirror. “Look.”

She blinks, her eyes widening as she takes in the hidden design, a secret pattern nested within the colorful ink. “What? Wait… what?”

“Your dad put it there. It’s the marker.”

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