Page 83 of Ulune's Daughter

She sighs. “Yes, so much better.” She runs soft lips up my neck and nips my jaw. “May I kiss you again?”

I roll my head back, exposing my neck. “Bite me first.”

She shivers in my arms. “Hard enough to draw blood?”

“As hard as you want, minx.”

She doesn’t ask twice. She nibbles then bites hard. A searing pinch that shoots heat down my spine. I grip her ass and pull her down hard on my cock, which flexes and swells within her. The combination of pain and pleasure turns my head inside out. I love controlling my partner; I love seeing them get lost in the heady mix of pain and pleasure I give them. But the right pain at the right time gets me going, too.

I groan. “That feels so good.”

She nibbles her way around to the other side. With her lips against my skin, she murmurs. “May I bite you again?”

“Yes, beautiful. Leave your mark.”

Her teeth sink in. I feel my skin break, and a wetness even hotter than the heat of her mouth. She releases her teeth and licks all over what will be one hell of a bruise.

“Now kiss me,” I command.

She brushes her lips across mine but I need more. I snatch at her lips with mine, plunging my tongue into her mouth, taking greedy gulps of her taste, sweet from the wine and threaded with copper. Delicious.

“Ride me,” I demand when I lift my head, gripping her ass again. I don’t bounce her. I make her do the work, using my hold to pull her down on me, sinking deep enough to kiss her cervix with each thrust. She gasps when I bottom out but there’s no tension in the strong limbs wrapped around me. She likes the taste of pain, that hint of danger.

“Rhodes,” she moans.

“Take me deep, beautiful. Feel me up in you?”

“Yesss,” she hisses. I check her face for signs of pain. Her fine, black brows are drawn together, but there’s no deep gouge between them. Her lips are slack and I take them again, gripping her lower lip in my teeth and holding on as she rides me. She whimpers at what must be a burning tug, but keeps riding me, bouncing with those strong thigh and ass muscles. I release one cheek and give her a hard slap.

She gasps and her body bows, breasts sliding slick and plump against my chest, ass rising for more. I give it to her, slapping upwards every time she comes down on my cock. Her cheeks heat under my palms; her body grips me tighter and tighter. She tears her lower lip out of my teeth, a bead of blood running down her chin, as her head snaps back. She keens, her muscles shaking. She rises half off my cock as her climax breaks over her. I yank her down hard and ride the cyclone.

Her head whips around, ink-black strands sticking to my shoulders and chest. I run my hand up her back and sink it into her hair, grabbing a handful close to her scalp and pulling back. She groans and shudders as her neck extends. I lean in and lick the line of blood from her collar to her chin.

With the hot copper on my tongue, I bring her head forward, put my mouth on hers, and spit into her mouth. She convulses in my grasp, her brilliant blue eyes rolled back. She swallows and when I let her sag forward onto my chest, she goes nearly limp, her legs quivering against mine.

“Okay, beautiful?” I ask, checking in.

“Muh-huh.”

“Lift off me, turn around, and present your pussy for me.”

She lifts her head, blinking like I’ve turned on the lights, although the room is dim.

“Get it together,” I snap. “Your focus here is my pleasure, not yours. Have I come yet? No. Pull your act together and pleasure me as I’ve told you.”

She falls off my lap, shuddering. I think she just came again.

Chuckling, I help her up onto her knees and bend her upper body over the edge of the bed. She lays her cheek on the cover, blinking dazedly.

“Hands on your ass. Present your pussy for me. If I have to tell you a third time, there’ll be punishment.”

I won’t punish her. Not this time. She’s sinking into subspace. I don’t want to do anything to halt her journey. But seeing her react to the cold snap of my voice is such a fucking turn-on, I can’t help pushing it that little bit more.

It takes her two fumbling attempts, but she finally gets a grip on her sweaty skin and opens herself. It’s too shadowy to see much beyond the glint of our combined cream on her bare lips. I run my thumb through it and then wipe it on her ass. Her skin goosebumps and she shivers.

“Rhodes—”

“Did I ask you a question?”

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