Page 66 of Red Dreams

I bite my lip at his delicious, dirty words, unused to hearing them but desperate to hear them again.

“Take me, Layla. Grab me and hold on. I’m yours to control. Claim your power over me.”

I stare up at him, my own pulse racing, desire rivaling my trepidation.

Without looking away, I slide into his pants and curl my fingers around the hard length of him.

Kaden's eyes darken, his jaw clenching as he fights for control.

“That's it,” he rasps. “Don't be afraid to take what you want.”

Emboldened, I squeeze harder, relishing the low groan that escapes his lips and the way he tips his head back.

Kaden's hand slides into my damp hair, his fingers tangling just shy of pain. He pulls my head back, exposing the inked column of my throat.

I shudder, my grip on him faltering. He notices.

“Too much?” he asks.

I shake my head, not trusting my voice. I want this, want him. I want that control he’s so willing to give when I feel like I’ve lost all of mine.

“We go at your pace,” Kaden murmurs.

Tears prick at my eyes, gratitude and affection swelling in my chest. “Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me for respecting your boundaries. It's the bare fucking minimum.”

A watery laugh escapes me. “Such a romantic.”

“I have my moments.”

Smiling, I test my effect on him again, feeling him twitch against my palm. A thrill shoots through me at the power he's offering. After being at the mercy of others for so long, it's intoxicating.

I stroke him slowly, watching his pupils expand with lust. His breath stalls when I increase the pressure.

“Is this what you want?” I ask.

“That's it,” he rasps. “Take what's yours.”

I pump harder, reveling in his surrender. This deadly, dangerous man, reduced to a shuddering mess by my touch alone.

With my free hand, I tug on the waistband of his pants, pushing them down until he’s completely bare. Kaden is hot and silky smooth, pre-cum beading at the tip.

I swipe my thumb over it, spreading the wetness down his shaft.

“Fuck, Wraithling.” He grunts, his hips bucking into my fist.

I stroke him faster, tighter, spurred on by the broken sounds spilling from his lips. His hands come up to grip my hips, digging into my flesh, but this pain is welcome. Grounding, even. A reminder that I’m alive and he’s here with me.

“I want to taste you,” I proclaim, surprised by my own boldness.

His eyes fly open, locking onto mine. “Then get on your knees and take what you want.”

I sink to the floor without hesitation, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and holding him steady as I lean in to flick my tongue over the weeping tip.

He makes a strangled sound, his fingers tangling further in my damp hair. I take him into my mouth inch by inch, savoring the heavy weight of him on my tongue. He's too big to take all the way, but I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.

“Just like that,” he groans, guiding my movements with the hand fisted in my hair. “Take all of me, Wraithling.”

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