Page 25 of Red Queen

“Yes.”

She moans low, moving her hips to get more of my finger in her, to get it where she likes and she pushes back at me as I refuse to oblige.

I step back withdrawing, and the corset falls to the floor.

Her curves are soft, her limbs toned, and her skull and raven tattoo enticing. The fallen Queen. Mistress of ravens. She’s utterly divine, but it’s not her nakedness that grabs me, it’s her face, the way she looks up at me, fierce, defiant, and hopeful yearning bright in the blue of her eyes, that’s my undoing.

“You are mine,” I growl. “Tonight, you belong to me.”

She doesn’t protest. Instead, she arches her back, tempting me closer. I take her and haul her against me, claiming her mouth and she’s eager to give. We crash together in a firestorm, tongues tangling, the heat and wetness a precursor of what’s to come.

Breaking the kiss I motion to the bed. “Get on it, now.” I wind the cord from the corset around my hand.

“You’re still dressed.” But she does as I order, the faint note of rebellion in her tone the exact thing I need.

I lean in over her, caress cheek, following a path of almost invisible veins down her throat and to her breast. “So I am.”

I circle her peaking nipple with my thumb, drawing a moan from her.

What I don’t tell her is the reason I’m clothed is it’s the only way to stop myself mauling her. Which she loves. But we’re doing it different. No matter what the fuck my body decrees.

“Hands over your head, Eleanna.”

She frowns but does as I ask and I climb up, straddling her and I tie her wrists to the iron head of my bed. “What?—”

“Quiet, Eleanna.” I look down at her, before I start to move lower, trailing my lips down her body, pausing to flick my tongue over her tattoo, each sensitive spot. She cries out, her legs trembling as I near my destination. Her heady aroma is something I could bury my face in and breathe in all day.

Her pussy always worked like that. An aphrodisiac for the ages, something where no matter how much I slaked a thirst for her, I always wanted more. So, I tease, licking a path, along her outer lips, using my fingers to tease her opening, pussy and ass, all those sensitive nerve endings that turn her into putty.

She hates her hands tied and she tries to use her legs to catch me and make me do what she wants, but I use my free hand to hold her down and continue the slow, relentless torture.

Eleanna grows erratic, whimpers and scratching breaths claw at me, she wants to beg but won’t.

And so, I keep going.

“Please!”

Triumph slams through me, sending more blood to my cock and I ache and hurt. It’s all a two-way street, these lessons and games of delicious torture and release. I suffer, too.

When I close my lips around her clit, she lets out a guttural scream, bucking her hips against me. I’m rewarded with her nectar, sweet and intoxicating, fueling my own desire.

“Yes…”

Her hissed word sends spasms rocking against my tongue as I suck her clit and then thrust into her tunnel. Her orgasm is small, and so I pull back hand, mouth. I hold her thighs apart, knowing I ripped her pleasure from her as I start to lick, running my tongue over her lips, along her slit and it’s almost too much for me.

She lets out a low, guttural groan as I continue to tease her. Now I up it. My tongue darts in and out, tasting her sweet, intoxicating nectar. Her taste drives me wild with desire. When she lets out a thin, high keen, I move my mouth up to apply steady pressure on her clit.

Working her, I go in for the kill. She tries to pull away but I don’t relent. I bring her closer and closer to the edge until she lets out a cry of ecstasy. Her hips buck wildly, as she rolls in the throes of orgasm. And then I push some more.

Her cries are tangles, urgent, and she pulls at the restraints as she tries to get free. I know she’s sensitive, but I push her through and up into a second crashing wave of release.

Then I straddle her, Eleanna’s gaze a wild storm. “You— Let me go.”

“No.” I brush my mouth over hers as I lean in and she tries to bite, the motion snapping even the flimsy barrier of control my clothes have.

Besides, it’s impossible to resist with her spread like this.

I climb off her and strip, reveling the way she eats me alive, like she isn’t sure if she wants to suck my blood or my cock, kill me or fuck me. The need to be in her is too much and I climb on top, leaving her hands ties and without ceremony, I thrust into her.

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