Page 42 of Bound in Flames

I exhaled shakily, my chest rising and falling in erratic pants, the remnants of pleasure still pulsing through my veins. “That was… Gods,” I whispered, my fingertips trailing softly through his tousled hair. The tension in his shoulders eased under my touch, but his eyes were still dark a with hunger that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

A rumble started deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my sensitized skin. His breath ghosted over my core, making me squirm beneath him. I gasped, thighs clenching instinctively around his shoulders, but he held me firm, his grip controlling. A wicked smirk tugged at his lips, and with excruciating slowness, he trailed his drenched fingers over my aching clit, circling lazily, sending sparks of electricity shooting through my limbs.

“Don’t call for the Gods, Cleo. The only name I want you begging for is mine.”

“Dex, I—” My voice was a breathless jumble of need, my body already responding to his touch. I swallowed, my chest heaving. “I d-don’t… it’s?—”

He rested his head against the juncture of my thigh, his molten gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, teasing around my clit. The heat of his mouth hovered just inches away, lips parted, as if savoring the utter control he had over me.

“Let me show you how badly I’ve wanted you,” he murmured, his tone rough with restraint, his breath searing against my skin. “Please. I need more of you.”

A deep, primal need coiled inside me, tightening with every brush of his fingers, and I surrendered to it.

“Gods, yes. Please Dex.” I whispered, heat crawling up my chest.

A feral snarl startled me as his massive hands gripped my ass, lifting me with effortless strength. My gasp turned into a breathless moan as he nuzzled his face between my thighs, the sudden shift making my balance falter. I arched back, clutching at his thick forearm, feeling the raw power beneath his skin as he carried me across the room. Dex’s hand slid to the small of myback, anchoring me against him, pulling me impossibly closer to the wicked heat of his mouth.

My blunt nails raked over his green skin, seeking purchase, fighting against the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through me. With a kick, he sent a stool tumbling away from the heavy library table before lowering me onto its surface. The contrast of heat and cold sent another shudder through me, and I had only a moment to breathe before his mouth returned with fervor, devouring me with a raw hunger.

Dex groaned into me, the vibrations sending pleasure curling deep into my core. His tongue traced wicked paths over my soaked cunt, each flick making my thighs quake around him. His thick finger thrust back inside me in a slow, punishing rhythm as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up my quivering stomach. I gasped and my body arched helplessly into his touch.

The heat inside me built quickly, an inferno licking through my veins with every stroke of his finger, every graze of his tusks against my skin. My moans turned desperate, broken cries spilling from my lips as I rocked against him, chasing release.

“Kiss me, please.” I pleaded. My fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging him up to meet my lips.

Dex pulled away from my breast with a wet pop, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss, the taste of my release still lingering on his lips. I moaned into his mouth, greedy for more, pulling him closer until his tongue delved deep, claiming me.

“You beg so sweetly, little mate,” he murmured against my lips, his free hand rolling my nipple between his fingers. “I want to hear more.” His voice darkened, dripping with desire. “Cum for me, Cleo.”

His hand slid from my breast up to my throat, pinning me to the table beneath his weight. My eyes fluttered shut, a ragged moan escaping me as he pushed another thick fingerinside, filling me. His golden eyes burned with satisfaction as he watched my body stretch to take him.

The lack of oxygen sent my mind spiraling, the pressure around my throat pushing me further into the intoxicating haze of pleasure. My release crashed over me in crushing waves, my body convulsing as Dex tightened his grip, holding me there as if to prolong the torturous pleasure. My scream caught in my throat, and my muscles tightened around his fingers as I shattered beneath him.

Dex eased his grip, his hand sliding from my throat to cradle my cheek. He kissed me deeply, as if trying to claim every gasp, every shudder still racking my body. The contrast between his sweet kisses and his domination of my body left my head spinning.

“Get up on your knees.” he growled against my lips, his voice thick with need.

With an effortless strength, he rolled me onto my stomach, guiding me onto my hands and knees. My breath hitched as his massive body crowded me from behind, his clothed cock grinding against my aching core.

“You aren’t ready for me today, Cleo,” he murmured darkly as his arm wrapped around my throat and pulled me up flush against his chest. “Your tight little cunt isn’t stretched enough to take me.” His voice was pure sin, and I keened at the heat in his words.

A dark chuckle rumbled through him, and he reached down to pinch my nipple, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. “So needy,” he murmured, “so fucking perfect.”

His palm landed on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting igniting a fresh wave of desire. My cry of shock echoed through the chamber, and Dex groaned against my neck, his grip rough on my neck.

I ground against him again, rolling of my hips in a plea. Dex’s growl reverberated through me, his sharp teeth sinking into the curve of my shoulder, a feral claim that left me quivering. With a firm hand, he pushed me forward until my chest met the table. The rough wood scraped against my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of fire burning through my body.

“Gods, Cleo.” Dex’s voice was thick with hunger, his breath hot against my back. “Look at you. A fucking gift.” His thumb dragged possessively over the red imprint his teeth had left on my shoulder. “Your skin marks so easily. So soft… so willing. I’ll never get enough of watching you beg for me.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me, and I whimpered as he dropped to his knees. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back until his mouth was flush against me once more. His tongue swept over my clit in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting the remnants of my release with an indulgent hum. I trembled, my body still thrumming with aftershocks, but his touch only fanned the dying embers into a fresh blaze.

The vibrations of his groans sparked along every nerve ending, his tongue trailing back up, exploring every inch it could reach. When the slick heat of his mouth circled my asshole, a gasp tore from my throat, my back arching away. I strained to look over my shoulder, meeting his gaze and the dark hunger there sent a shiver down my spine, as if challenging me to refuse him. The sinful slide of his tongue continued to circle, and my breath stuttered, the shock colliding with the pleasure spiraling through my core.

He didn’t relent, his grip tightening as he worked me open, his thick fingers slipped between my folds, teasing before pressing two inside. My body clenched, overwhelmed by the stretch, the slow, torturous drag of his touch as he filled me, and his tongue working me in ways that were absolutely filthy.

“Dex-I… I can’t—” My voice broke, my nails raking across the table.

“You can,” he growled against my skin. “And you will.”

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