Page 41 of A Vow of Wrath and Ruin

He pressed his lips to mine, and my whole body responded as though every nerve had been waiting for his touch.

I spread my legs, and he filled the space between them. His hard body pressed against mine—tongues entwining in a sanguine dance. A fire lit in my core, making me wet. Wet for him. I quickly slid my underwear off.

“I want you, Aelia, but this is as far as we go tonight.” Tharan nuzzled his nose against mine.

“No,” I pleaded, “I want you. I want to feel you inside me, coursing through my veins. I want to feel your teeth on my neck and my name on your breath as you groan into my ear.”

“Trinity, Aelia.” His hips rocked rhythmically against mine. Only a thin layer of fabric separated us. The temptation built each time his erection slid over my aching clit.

A moan escaped my lips, and his pace increased.

“Fuck, Aelia… I…” His words were breathy and full of need, but his eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Touch me, Tharan.” I guided his hand between my legs where my slick cunt waited for him.

He slipped his fingers inside me.

“Trinity, you’re so wet for me. Is this how wet you get when you touch yourself when I’m not around?”

I arched my back as his fingers found the soft spot beneath my mound.

“Yes,” I hissed out between ragged breaths.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear while his fingers pulsed in and out of me slowly, deliberately, coaxing my orgasm. Tharan’s thumb found a home on my clit, and lightning shot through every nerve in my body.

Trinity, this man made me feel things I hadn’t felt in ages. Like I would shrivel up and die without his touch.

“Aelia, I’d like to try something if you’re alright with it.”

My mind went blank, and I blurted out, “Anything.”

He paused, snapping his fingers. A vine curled onto the bed, unraveling a consolateur—blown glass with three orbs for varying pleasure.

My eyes went wide at the sight of it. Anticipation pricked the hairs on my arms. “I’ve never used anything like that before. You’ll have to guide me.”

A mischievous gleam lit in his eyes. “I want you to pretend it’s me fucking you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, laying back on the bed and spreading my legs again.

Tharan rubbed my clit, sending a thousand shock waves through me. I moaned with pleasure, fisting my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

I nodded, fighting the growing orgasm inside me.

Tharan guided the consolateur into my cunt. My breath hitched as it stretched me. “Oh, Trinity.”

“Are you alright?” His brows knitted with concern.

“Yes,” I said through ragged breaths. “Don’t stop.”

He moved the glass orbs in and out of me—pleasure built with each stroke. “You’re doing so good, my darling, taking this as if you were taking me.”

I arched my back, whimpering as he increased his pace.

“Such a good girl,” Tharan whispered as he ran his tongue up my neck.

My breath hitched in my throat, my throbbing core on the edge of climax. Each thrust brought me closer.

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