Page 52 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

He smacks my butt once more. “Say it out loud.”

“Yes, it’s true!” I should be annoyed by the spanking, but gods, it’s arousing. I love this bossy, dominant side of him that only comes out at certain times. “Why would I lie?”

“To toy with me,” Nemeth comments, stroking my stinging buttcheek once more. “How long have you wanted to touch me?”

His claws skate close to my pussy again and I clench my hands into the bedsheets in anticipation of his touch. “Since…since winter. Since we shared heat under the blankets.”

He pauses. “Truly?”

“Maybe earlier,” I babble. “I don’t know! I don’t keep track of these things! I just know I need you to touch me.”

“You want a monster to finger your cunt? A terrible, awful Fellian man? You want him to touch your pretty folds and make you come?”

I whimper, because when he puts it that way, yes, yes I absolutely do.

Then his fingertips gently brush over my folds again and I cry out because it’s taking everything I have not to buck my hips. “Your claws?—”

“I’ll be careful,” he murmurs, concentration in his voice. “You think I’ve gone through this world with claws for twenty-eight years and I don’t know how to wield them against delicate things?” The pad of one finger strokes up my cleft, towards my clit. “You think a monster can’t be gentle?”

The moment he touches my clit, I sob. HIs touch is perfection. To my astonishment, he knows just how to touch me, too. His fingertip circles around my clit in slow, careful motions, and Nemeth makes a rumble of pleasure when I twitch against him in response.

“So soft,” he purrs, the sound rumbling low and delicious in his throat. “So soft and wet and pink.” He strokes the hood of my clit, nearly making me come off the bed. “I’d finger that pretty cunt of yours but you’re so small and my fingers are so big. I think I’m too big for you.”

I practically wheeze with need. Oh, gods, he’s saying such filthy things. I love it. I love it, and I want more.

“Should I try anyhow?” he asks, voice like silk as he leans over me and teases my clit. “Should I stretch you around one of my fingers and see if that pretty cunt can take it? I bet you can take it. I bet I can slip a thick finger inside that pink heat and work you until you’re stretched wide. You’d have to be if you’re going to take my knot.”

Oh gods, his knot. Whimpering, I arch against his fingers. “Please, Nemeth.”

“Please what, princess? Please stop? Please give you my knot? You have to be more specific.” His finger moves away frommy clit and skims down towards the aching entrance to my body. “If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll just…stop.”

“Fingers,” I manage. “Please…fingers. Fill me up.”

“You only get one, naughty princess,” he murmurs, and his voice fills me with heat and longing. “One until I decide you can take two. Or even three.”

I’ve seen his fingers. I don’t know if my body can handle three of them, but right now? Nothing sounds hotter than that.

“Hold still,” he commands me, and his grip gets tight on my wrist again. “You don’t want me going too deep.” He leans in close, his breath hot on my ear. “Don’t worry about my claws, Candra. I’ll be safe with this pretty cunt. Wouldn’t do me any good to damage it when I want nothing more than to be deep inside it.”

A choked sound breaks from me, because I want that too. So much.

“Hold still for me, princess,” he tells me again, and then he pushes my thighs further apart. I don’t need more encouragement than that—I spread my legs wide, opening myself up for his access.

There’s a pricking nudge, and then an impossibly thick finger slides deep into me. I’m stretching all right. It’s a tight, delicious fit that promises so much. I whimper again, squirming, because oh, it feels incredible. It’s been so long since I’ve been filled like this it makes the breath escape from my lungs. I shiver, and then when he starts to slowly move that finger in and out, I moan. “Need…”

“Need what, princess?” His voice is hot against my ear, his weight heavy upon mine. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Need you to touch my clit, too,” I manage to choke out. “Need it to come.”

“Do you?” That maddeningly thick finger shifts inside me, and then I feel him dragging his finger against the inside wall of my body.

Everything inside me clenches, a paroxysm of response. I whimper again as my cunt squeezes around his finger and I come, and come so hard that my vision blurs. My muscles lock up and I keep coming as he whispers and tells me how pretty I am as my face contorts and I make ridiculous sounds and the climax rolls through me like a wave.

I can only breathe again when that enormous finger slips out of me and Nemeth nuzzles at my neck, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “Now we have both used each other.”

I moan, because that’s all I’m capable of. I’m wrung out and exhausted, my bare ass hanging over the edge of the bed, but I can’t say I’m displeased. I do feel used, but it’s in the best sort of way. How in all the gods did a scholarly virgin know how to do all that? What kind of books was Nemeth reading? A laugh bubbles up inside me at the mental image of him poring through filthy tomes about how to make a woman come.

“Now you have no leverage,” he tells me, and then gets off of me. He gently lowers my skirts over my thighs and then crosses the room. I sit up, woozy and dazed, and watch as he licks my taste off his fingers and moves towards the fire. “I’ll prepare your medicine.”

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