Page 31 of Caged By Dance and Desire

“Hasannah.”

I shuddered. The name was a sing-song caress, a promise, a threat. It bounced off every nerve ending, and I thought maybeI was close to that unicorn orgasm from the sound of his voice saying my name.

“Use your hand, darling, and touch yourself.”

I couldn't look at him, so I closed my eyes.

“Yes, close your eyes if you must.” Rich amusement in his voice now. “Do you feel your clit? Prime it for me. . .a little. No, woman, don't be rough. Gently.”

“I can't believe I'm doing this,” I muttered, then bit my lip.

Slowly, my stiff spine relaxed, my hips opening.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

I jerked as his breath tickled between my legs.

“Open your lips, grant me access. So pretty and plump, so pink with want. Open a little more, darling, don't be shy. Though I like when you're shy for me.”

His cheek nudged the inside of my thigh, and then his mouth replaced my fingers, his tongue. . .I moaned.

His tongue.

Between the licking, the suckling, he whispered more instructions. Instructions, and filthy, heated words. My thighs wrapped around his neck, my hips undulating to the thrust of his tongue.

“Which do you like better, my pretty mortal?” A long, slow, lap of his tongue. “My tongue on your clit or my tongue buried in your pussy?”

I cried out as he alternated doing things that should be considered a sin. A tongue wasn't meant to behave like. . .wasn't meant to. . .I understood now what eating out should feel like.

I understood so many more things as I came apart under nothing but his tongue and lips. Blissfully pain free.

I understood that even without his cock inside my body, I was already thoroughly claimed.

This had been a mistake. Overwhelm primed me for a melt down.

“Anah?” Andrei stood, leaning over me, brows creased. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” I sat up, scooting back, and pulled my knees up to my chest.

He leaned a knee on the bed, studying me. “You’ll tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t.”

I avoided his gaze, tightening my lips. He was right, and I needed to be an adult about this. “I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Were my attentions against your will?”

Jerking my gaze back to his, I met carefully neutral eyes. “No! That’s not it. I—” I grimaced. “Sex is usually uncomfortable. I’m relieved.”

Andrei didn’t move. “And this is what makes you cry?”

I refused to get mad, speaking in an even tone. “You might cry too, if you thought you could never—” I shook my head.

“I. . .see. When you say usually uncomfortable?—”

I held up a hand. “Please. I can’t talk about this yet. The discussion is always the beginning of the end.”

Another long silence, and I felt his need to press me before he retreated.

“All right, darling,” he said. “When you’re ready, we’ll talk. Now, lie down. We have a few more minutes and I find I like your tears. I’m going to make you cry some more.”

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