Page 22 of My Blood Is Yours

If only he weren’t chained to the fucking wall,is what goes unsaid.

I hum my contented pleasure as I allow myself the pleasure of taking in his masculine beauty. Finally, crawling to standing, my anticipation is renewed as I retrieve gloves.

I can’t help the grin of delight that curls my lips as I squirt a few dropperfuls of the lubrication—not that it’s needed—directly onto the swollen head of his cock and the bulging knot at his base. Sariel hisses, eyes leaping to mine to find my guilty grin. “Are you enjoying this, love? Having me at your mercy?”

Gaze holding his, I tug each glove on with a snap to punctuate my words. “I do, indeed. Coaxing your pleasure to the point of madness is a fetish I never knew I had.”

Sariel hums his pleasure, looking between us at his monster-sized cock with its veins of magic streaking vertically atop it glowing brightly. “Look at what you do to me, Elowen. No one holds a candle to you. Even in the depths of this hellish place, you bring me to heights I’ve never known.”

ELOWEN

Emotion fists my heart so fiercely it makes my eyes burn. I swallow it back, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible despite our deplorable circumstances.

Standing on tip-toes, I tilt my head upwards as Sariel cranes his neck down to capture my mouth with his lips. Electricity courses through my veins at the soft touch, and though we’ve known each other for such a brief amount of time, the action fills my soul with breathtaking affection, gratitude, and an inner knowing that this male belongs to me, and I, to him.

What starts out as tender quickly becomes an impassioned caress of tongues and nipping teeth. With a gloved hand, my fingertips trace over the engorged length of him in a way that causes a shudder to chase through his entire body, making him hiss a curse.

“Fuck, Elowen, please. No more teasing. I can’t take it anymore.”

A grin parts my lips as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite. It’s a move I learned from him, and it made my toes curl with delight. Only now, when I do it, it’s hard enough that it draws a bit of blood. The magic in it must be potent, becauseI can feel it zing through me like each of my cells that it touches bursts with light.

“Is that so?” I whisper against his neck before tugging at the lobe of his ear with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. My hand forms a wide half-circle that whispers over his straining cock. His hips pump forward, trying to steal some relief with his aching length, and Itsk,removing my hand.

He growls, eyes flashing to mine, fangs slightly bared. It shows me a hint of the monstrous potential within him, and instead of it rousing my fear, it only causes my arousal to blossom anew.

“The moment we are free Elowen, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you into ruination. And when you beg me with trembling and twitching legs, as your pussy greedily milks my cock, that you ‘can’t take anymore’, only then will I fill you with my knot. You’re going to be rendered mindless and bathing in my cum as I continue to mercilessly fuck you into oblivion.”

I very nearly squeal with delight, but somehow—miraculously—manage to drop to my knees gracefully. Holding his gaze, I stroke over him with feather-light pressure. “You promise?”

Sariel’s groan turns into a growl, muscles straining against his shackles, and sweat dots his perfectly sculpted brow. Truly, there must be a wicked thing inside of me because I can’t help but delight in his sweet torture.

“Will you be gentle when you slide your massive cock inside of me? Will you take your time with me before you force your knot inside my pussy that’s far too tight to take it all at once? Or will you bend me to your will and make me scream your name in pleasure and pain?”

His brow pinches with need and frustration. “The latter, if you continue to misbehave. In my culture, it isn’t uncommon to take one’s mate over their knee and punish them with a hand,belt, or paddle. I’m going to make your hindquarters as pink and aching as your pretty little pussy, as soon as I get the chance.”

Excitement swells in my breast, and I so desperately want to welcome the gorgeous length of him inside me. Sariel’s gaze drops to my hands, whispering over his swollen flesh, and his hips thrust again. The action earns his cock a gentle smack on its crown. “Naughty boy. You will take what pleasure I give you—no more and no less. Do you understand?”

Sariel gives me a feline grin, offering a view of a white, gleaming fang that could so very easily tear my throat out. But instead of inspiring fear, my core clenches with want. “Yes,mea floarea.”

With a hum of pleasure, my hands finally begin to work over his cock in earnest. Between the lubrication and his pre-cum, the action fills the air with wet, squelching noises that are music to my ears. My clit throbs with neglect.

Sariel’s breath punches out of him, and every muscle in his body grows tight, but I don’t want this to end just yet. My hands fall away, and Sariel growls, pinning me beneath his scalding gaze.

“Fuck, you’re sadistic, Elowen. Who knew my mate would relish my torture?”

A glistening bead of sweat trails between the gloriously sculpted planes of chest as he gifts me a crooked grin.

“You’re absolutely fucking perfect.”

A grin curls my lips as my hands return to him.

“Such a good boy.”

A deep groan rumbles within his chest.“Oh, my fucking gods, Elowen.”

A whimper escapes me despite my effort to remain composed—he’s just so fuckingdelicious.My strokes along his length slow. “Shall I reward you now? For your good behaviour?”

Sariel’s body trembles beneath me at his forced restraint. “Akash, yes.”

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