Page 41 of Bound in Flames

Lips leaving mine, he trailed them over my collarbone, his breath scalding against my skin. My knees went weak as his hand found my breast. His rough palm kneaded with a hunger that set my nerves ablaze. I arched into his touch, his claws scraping against my skin in delicious contrast.

Dex groaned, his lips hot against my throat. "I want you. Please, Cleo. Let me have you."

My head tipped back, offering him everything. "Yes," I breathed, the word tumbling from my lips with no hesitation.

His confession, his need, fueled the fire already burning inside me. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him back up to me, our mouths colliding in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.

Dex lowered me slowly to the ground, his hands never leaving me. With deft fingers, he untied the laces of my dress, letting it fall in a whisper of fabric to the floor. His eyesdarkened, his tongue tracing his lip as he knelt before me, dragging his tongue down the exposed skin of my thighs. My fingers tangled in his hair, my breath coming in ragged pants as he lifted my leg over his shoulder, his mouth hovering just above my core. His eyes burned into mine as his fingers tightened around my hip, his smirk sending another pulse of desire through me. I gasped and scrambled to find my balance, but Dex had other plans. Raising to one knee, he lifted me off the floor, pressing me between the heat of his mouth and the icy stone behind me.

He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up my center, his tongue swirling around my clit with a precision that stole the breath from my lungs. My vision blurred, my world narrowed to the sensation of his mouth, devouring me.

My body trembled beneath his touch as he feasted, dragging me under wave after wave of pleasure. He ravished me with a feral hunger, his low growls reverberating against my sensitive skin. I clung to him, my hips rolling to meet his mouth.

“Tell me, human, how does it feel to have an orc Chieftain on his knees for you? Feasting on your cunt?” He chuckled, his eyes burning into mine as his nose bumped against my clit, making me to arch and press into him, a shameless moan falling from my lips.

I shifted in his grasp, chasing more friction to reach the high I was moments away from. His grip tightened, effectively trapping my body to his will. Whining, I dropped my hand to circle my neglected clit. He batted my hand away with a growl, his thick fingers reaching up to wrap around my throat, pressing me back against the wall. His grip on me was possessive, his fingers flexed, a silent command that left me trembling.

“Eyes on me,” Dex growled, his voice dark and thick with desire. “I decide when you cum, got it?”

A needy whimper escaped my lips, my chest burning, desperate for air. The edges of my vision swam, the soft haze making every touch, every caress, more intense. Releasing his hold, his thumb traced the delicate curve of my jawline, before he tightened his grip around my neck again, restricting the air and making my head spin. My entire world narrowed to the sensation of his hold, strong, yet achingly gentle in a way that left me raw and desperate and clawing at the stone for purchase.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes dark with something dangerously possessive. His grip loosened just enough to allow me a breath, and I dragged in the air greedily, the sensation making my body tremble with a new kind of need. “So eager for it… greedy little thing.”

The way he spoke as if he owned me made my thighs clench around his head, my body reacting on instinct to the deep, reverberating timbre of his voice. His gaze devouring every hitch in my breath, every flutter of my lashes, leaving me feeling exposed and utterly his.

His lips brushed over my inner thigh, his tusks grazing against my skin sending a sparks of a pleasurable pain crackling through me. I gasped, the sharp contrast between his gentleness and the commanding hold around my neck making my head tilt back, offering him everything he wanted to take. A low growl rumbled through his chest as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the crease of my thigh, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there, making me shudder.

The heat between us was suffocating, every brush of his lips, every squeeze of his fingers pulling me deeper into the haze of sensation. My body ached, desperate for more, for the tension coiling tighter with each teasing pass of his tongue, each lingering touch that stole the air from my lungs and left me trembling on the edge.

Dex pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his golden eyes blazing with a dark satisfaction as he loosened his hold, letting air flood back into my lungs in a rush that left me dizzy.

“That’s it. Take what I give you, little mate.” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

A broken moan escaped me as he leaned down, capturing my clit between his teeth with a nip, stealing whatever breath I had left. His hand slid from my throat, tracing down my body with a reverence that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling deep inside. I was completely at his mercy, and the realization only made me want to submit to him more.

“I need you,” I whispered. My body arched, silently begging for his approval.

Dex chuckled, his lips brushing over my thigh with an infuriating gentleness. His hand traced possessive path down my side, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Answer me, Cleo. How does it feel?” he growled against my clit.

“Dex, please…” My voice whined with need as I rolled my hips against him mindlessly, searching for the friction that will push me over the edge.

“How. Does. It.Feel!” Each word was followed by an aggressive nip against my sensitive clit.

“Powerful, Dex. Gods, I f-feel so powerful!”

“Good girl. Let me show you just how powerful you are.” He dove back between my thighs like he was a starving beast. The wet heat of his mouth distracted me from the hot burn as his thick finger thrust into me, momentarily punching the air from my lungs. I clawed as his forearm as he began thrusting his finger deep into me, a tingling beginning in my toes and fingertips as my body continued to be overwhelmed.

With a desperate groan, Dex sealed his lips around my clit, his tongue working with ruthless precision as he curled his thick finger and pressed against that devastating spot with unerringaccuracy. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat spiraling and my body arching instinctively, my lower back lifted from the cold stone, legs trembling.

“Dex!” The cry was torn from my lips as my release shattered through me, a flood of molten pleasure rushing down to pool in his waiting palm.

He slowed his movements, dragging out every aftershock, his tongue offering a slow, teasing caress as my body quaked. Turning my head to press my cheek against the chilled stone, my breath came in ragged gasps, the remnants of pleasure still curling lazily through my limbs, leaving me boneless and dazed.

When I managed to glance down at him, Dex's molten gold eyes locked onto mine, dark and ravenous, and his mouth curled into a wicked smile. Slowly, he ran his tongue across his lips, savoring every drop of me before his gaze dropped to my trembling thigh. Still slung over his broad shoulder, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive flesh, his sharp teeth grazing against my skin possessively, sending another shiver rolling down my spine.

“Gods, you’re perfect,” Dex murmured, his lips pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. The rasp of his stubble left a trail of fire in its wake. Slowly, he eased his thick finger from my core, and I whimpered at the loss, my body already aching for more.

“I’ll never get enough of your taste,” he whispered against my thigh, his breath scorching. “Or the sweet sounds you make when I take you apart.”

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