Page 94 of The Umbra King

“Which is it?” he asked again. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

His strokes picked up, and she almost cried with relief. “I want to come,” she begged. “I don’t care how.”

He hummed against her hair. “I do.” His movements slowed again.

“No,” she whimpered. “Inside of me,” she stammered through the torment. It didn’t hurt, but it was indescribable.

“Mmm,” he hummed again. “I can be inside you in a variety of ways. I’m inside you right now.” He pulled his index finger out and pushed his middle two fingers in as far as they would go, making her cry out.

She panted hard, and words evaded her. Not being able to move was frustrating; not being able to touch her breasts was frustrating; everything about the situation was frustrating, but she never wanted him to stop.

“Your…” she tried to say what she craved but couldn’t get the words out.

“My what, Miss Raven?” His fingers delved deep as they pumped.

“Cock,” she rushed. “I need it inside menow.”

“I want tofuckyou,” he said, emphasizing his meaning. “But I can’t do that when you are recovering.”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

His fingers retracted from her body, and his other hand loosened its hold. Rory breathed a sigh of relief mixed with exasperation and immediately shot one hand to her breast and the other to her clit.

“None of that,” Caius reprimanded as shadows grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head. He rolled his body to hover over hers as his eyes roamed over her shift. He sat back, grabbed the neckline of her dress, and ripped it down the middle.

“I’ll go slowly this once,” he said. “But rest assured, the next time I have you naked, I will fuck you like the savage you are.”

Her eyes moved from his chest to his face, and it became clear. He knew who she was, completely, and he wanted her anyway. It was her biggest fear that those important to her would recoil at her true nature. She had friends, but they would never understand.

All she could do was nod, and something passed between them. Tonight, something would shift more than ever, and they both knew there was no turning back.

He lowered himself and aligned with her entrance. When he slid in, she stretched as they both moaned.

“Fuck,” Caius said hoarsely as Rory lifted her hips to meet his. He moved, and the feel of him inside her, on top of her,withher was a feeling like no other.

She reached for her breasts again, needing to give them the attention they’d demanded, but the shadows held fast.

“Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” she whimpered.

“Where, Rory?”

Her name on his lips had her eyes turning to his again. Taunting her with the formal name was one thing, but hearing him call her by her familiar name was something else entirely. “Everywhere.”

His mouth pulled into a half grin. “Use your words.”

“My nipples,” she said finally. “I need you to touch mynipples.” She felt foolish when the words left her mouth, but she was rewarded with his hot tongue pulling her breast into his mouth.

The feeling of his mouth running across the sensitive skin was what she wanted, but she needed more. When he switched to the other side, she tossed her head back.

He was still moving in and out of her with long strokes when she said, “My clit. I need to touch my clit.”

He smiled against her skin and looked up. “Very good.” One of his large hands trailed down her stomach until it was where she wanted it. His thrusts came faster, working in tandem with his thumb.

Rory’s chest was heaving. “On top,” she said, stumbling over her words. “I want to ride you.”

“You’re a fast learner,” he praised, and she preened, loving what his words did to her. She was an independent woman, but here, with him, she was different.

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