Page 66 of The Lord of the Labyrinth

Roan crouched in front of her and bound her ankles with additional strips of silk, binding her to the posts like an ancient sacrifice.

Kneeling, he held her gaze hostage and gripped her hips. He covered her sex with his mouth, groaning when he tasted her pleasure. She shivered and dropped her eyelids, shielding herself from his scrutiny as she realized he was watching her as his mouth moved over her clit.

He lifted his lips away from her body long enough to speak. “Do not look away.”

She obeyed, despite her embarrassment.

He gave a sinful grin. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this. Keep watching me, Kate. I want you to see how much I enjoy your taste.”

She didn’t doubt him, so she stared as he licked the folds of her flesh, swirling his tongue in a way that nearly made her eyes roll back in her head. Her flesh quivered under his lips, tongue, and fingers. He sucked at her clitoris while two of his fingers stretched her to that threshold between pain and pleasure. His other hand found a breast and kneaded it gently. Bright spots turned her sight hazy as blood rushed through her veins. She licked parched lips and heaved as a powerful orgasm coiled deep inside her.

“Fuck! I’m going to come,” she gasped, her voice husky in the cool night air.

“Not yet you aren’t,” Roan growled.

She gaped at him. “I can’t stop it, Roan. Not once I get too close...”

He knitted his eyebrows, gazing up into her eyes. “Hungry little thing. If you come without permission, I will leave you wanting over and over again until you learn to come when I say you can.”

Roan resumed sucking her flesh with fresh enthusiasm.

She clawed at the silk binding her to the post, biting her lip as waves of ecstasy threatened to pull her under.

Don’t think about him, think about anything else...She tried and failed.

“Please, Roan,” she whispered.

His tongue floated over her clit in various rhythms, leaving her guessing as to his next move, then stopped. “Please what?”

She twisted in his grip, but he dug his powerful fingers into her hips to stop her. The slight bite of pain helped her focus.

“Pleaselet me come,” she said through gritted teeth, not ashamed to beg, but still trying to obey his command.

His hands covered her breasts, which hung heavy and aching after his attentions. He tugged at her nipples, and she cried out at the stimulation of such an overly sensitive spot.

Molding his mouth to her folds, he pressed his tongue to the sweet spot that sent her heart rate skyrocketing.

She shook, head to toes, with the effort to keep her release at bay.

He whispered against her, “Come for me now, my little Kate. Give me your screams of pleasure.”

Her body exploded, brighter than a supernova, and her soul soared. Her flesh quivered around Roan’s tongue, gripping it with viselike strength. Her ears rang, her muscles twitched, and her heart thundered. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Roan sucked harder, and the cycle began again.

She thought she couldn’t take it anymore, but didn’t say anything. He’d proven her wrong the last time.

Roan rose to his feet and kissed her. Such a decadent idea, tasting her own pleasure on his lips. Yet, it turned her on.

He drew back. “You taste divine, don’t you think? Have some more.” He dipped two fingers inside her mouth. “Suck them dry.”

She did, holding his gaze as she licked his fingers. His wings fluttered behind him whenever her tongue explored the pads of his fingers.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Her body quaked under that praise. God, she wanted to be his good girl, to feel proud that he liked how she was with him like this.

Then he released her from the silk bindings.

“Do you want to taste me?” he asked in that subtle, dangerous voice, and she found herself nodding.

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