He meets my gaze, sincerity etched across his features. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. You have to see that by now.”
“What if I say I want you to kill someone for me.”
His smile turns sinister as he leans in, kissing my neck while whispering, “All I need is a name, Reckless. Then it will be done.”
He trails his hand down my breast, gliding over the fabric of my gown until he reaches the hem. With a swift motion, he pushes his hand up beneath my gown, finding the proof of my arousal. Realizing I’m bare beneath the silk, he lets out a low moan, slipping a finger inside me.
“What if I say I want you to give up your kingdom and run away with me?” I ask, my hands finding their way to the front of his pants, gripping him through the fabric. He moans at my touch.
“Then I will topple every stone in this palace. I would turn them into pebbles. Nothing would remain but ruins. We can escape to Wemdrah,” he vows, licking a path from my neck to my mouth before biting my bottom lip.
“What if I say I never want the sun to set?” I smile at my playful, ridiculous question, but he’s quick to answer.
He pulls away from me and looks at me with such a serious look on his face. “Then I would find a way. I would find the strongest, rarest magic and lasso my shadows around the sun, holding it in place so it could never set.”
I smirk at his response, a sound of delight escaping me as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “And what if I say I want you to take me against this wall?”
He licks his lips, eyes smoldering with desire as he growls, “Then I will fuck you so thoroughly against this wall that all the other walls will envy what I’m doing to you.”
He slams his mouth into mine, our kiss hungry and passionate. I can’t get enough of him—his mouth, his tongue, his presence. I spin him around so his back meets the wall, never breaking the kiss. He pulls me closer, deepening the connection.
Dropping to my knees, I slowly pull down his pants. His long, thick cock springs free, and looking up at him through my lashes, I lay my tongue flat against the base, trailing it up to the tip. This man is a god or maybe the devil, but I am simply addicted, and I can’t get enough. If he is the devil I’d gladly burn in the double hells for him.
He moans and leans his head back against the wall. I swirl my tongue around his fat tip. Leaning up I spit on it, rubbing my hand the length of it before I finally put it in my mouth. He is so girthy and long I don’t think I can get it all in my mouth, so I bring my hand up to help. I move my mouth up and down, hollowing out my cheeks, while my hand follows my movements. He tastes delicious, forbidden. Each taste is a seductive whisper, drawing me deeper into a world where indulging in my deepest, darkest desires takes over and every sensation is amplified.
“Fuck,” he moans, leaning his head back against the wall.
His hands find their way into my hair. He grips a handful of it tightly as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I feel wetness gush between my legs as his grunts and moans fill the air around us. I pop off his cock and lick his balls back up to the tip before I put it back in my mouth again. Spit is dribbling down my chin and his meaty cock as I move it in and out of my mouth.
“Gods, Reign,” he moans.
His hands tug on my hair, pulling me off his cock as he gazes down at me, his eyes ablaze with intensity. He releases my hair and bends down, scooping me into his arms. With me cradled against him, he strides over to the bed.
He throws me onto the mattress, then grips my ankles, yanking me toward him until my bottom is perched at the edge of the bed. My heart races with anticipation, a whirlwind of dark desires swirling within me as I yearn for the devil before me.
He leans over, capturing my mouth with his, and the kiss is infused with passion and longing. As he pulls back, he grips the top of my gown. “Can I?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for permission.
I nod, giving him the go-ahead. With both hands, he rips my gown in half, shredding it to pieces. “Much better,” he murmurs, leaning down to lick both of my breasts, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing down my spine, enveloping me in the very essence of him—my dark prince.
He trails his tongue down my body, stopping to kneel before me. His shadows swirl around him, gripping my legs on either side, holding me open for him. My breath hitches as I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him intently.
He slips his hands under my ass, using his thumbs to spread me open. Leaning in, he swipes his tongue from my opening to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and moaning at the taste. “I’m the devil tasting heaven, and it is sinfully divine.”
He closes his mouth over my aching center, flicking his tongue furiously against my clit. My head drops back, soft moans escaping me as waves of euphoria wash over me. I feel like I’m floating on shadows, suspended in a realm where indulging in my deepest desires is all that matters. But I need more. As if he can sense it, he removes his hands, placing one just above my pelvic bone and applies pressure. He brings the other one up, driving in two fingers, while he continues to lick and suck me.
“Luke…” I moan. “I need you.”
He pauses, looking at me with a seriousness that sends shivers down my spine. “Then tell me what you want.”
I can barely think through the haze of desire, but I manage to utter, “I want you inside me.”
It’s as if his self-control snaps. He stands, gripping my arms and moving me all the way onto the bed.
Then he climbs on top of me.
Climbing on top of her, I remind myself to be gentle, to show her how pleasurable this can be. I want to erase all her bad memories of intimacy and replace them with moments filled with bliss.
Leaning on my hands above her, I gaze down into her loving, lust-filled eyes. She’s perfect, and I silently thank the gods and goddesses that she is mine. Barely holding onto my self-control, I lower my mouth to hers, brushing my lips against her soft, plump ones before sliding my tongue inside.