Page 44 of How to Seduce a Slender

“Spread your legs, sweet girl.”

She peeked up from where the tendrils danced in the hazy air to his face. There was static once more. Jerky, erratic, blurring every edge of him. And yet, she obeyed. It took the will power of a god to slowly inch her legs apart. She could see the smirk behind the fuzzy electricity, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth spread before her. He waited for her, his palm flat against the inner seam of her thigh.

“That’s it,” he purred, the confidence oozing from him melting her insides. The smokey tendrils caught her dress, hoisting it up before bunching it behind her. Melody shivered at the brush of cold air tickling her exposed skin. Then he cupped her cunt and her world spun. Despite the flimsy fabric she called panties between them, she could feel waves of vibrations rolling over her. “I’m going to take care of this for you, sweet girl. But then you have to do something for me.”

“Name it.” The words exploded out of her mouth.

His face grew closer, breathing against her cheek. “I need you to stay here, in the house while I tend to the mess we made in the forest. I’ll talk to Dahlia and Sebastian about the beasts and what we discovered, but I need to know you’re here and resting. You will drink water, eat both your full meals, take a long bath, and be either in my office working on art or in bed by the time I return. So, do we have a deal?”

“That’s it?” She was surprised at the laugh that escaped her. The threat of his touch left her reeling. He didn’t move, didn’t shift, just kept a constant pressure that left her on the knife’s edge.

“That’s the deal. I take care of the awful ache between your thighs, and you stay here, no questions asked and behave. Of course, that last part goes without saying. Do. We. Have. A. Deal?”

Melody glanced down at his hands, holding her fast. The tendrils writhing from his body that kept her dress pinned at the small of her back. There was no noise but her own breathing. No feeling other than his and the freezing bite of the marble behind her. It was almost like they were in the Endless Woods.

However, unlike there…she knew whatever happened here, happened for real.

“Deal.”

“Good girl,” he snarled, a long finger brushing aside the thin fabric separating his hand from her aching cunt. Melody immediately sank, the smokey tendrils the only thing keeping her from falling apart at the seams. A long finger brushed across her slit. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She groaned as he slithered deep into her warmth. At first, he dove two fingers deep into her, playing in her wetness.That he caused, she might add.But like he was toying with her. The meat of his palm pressed against the front of her pussy but wasn’t pressed where she wanted him. She wanted that spark directly against her clit. She wanted to be thrown over the knife’s edge into oblivion.

But he took his time. Curling his fingers into her walls, testing where her sweet spot was, and abusing it when he found it. Melody’s body jerked as he pressed into her, and that wicked grin was brushing against her lips. He didn’t taunt her with how easy she was to please, nor did he revel in how much goo he’d made her into…Smith kissed her lips, keeping her grounded as he pressed two, then three digits deep into her. Stars exploded behind her eyelids at the slow, steady pressure of his fingers slipping in and out of her. The lewd sound of him fucking her to the point of gushing, over, and over, echoed in her ears. Melody didn’t even realize she was moaning against his mouth until he broke the kiss.

“Sweet girl, when’s the last time someone took care of this for you?” He tugged on her lower lips.

“It hasn’t…I haven’t…not in a while…” she couldn’t even explain how long she’d gone between partners. Melody hadn’t found anyone she liked in a long time. Life was too hectic, and bills were too high to waste time, money, or effort on someone who didn’t make her body sing like he did.

“Shh-shh-shh,” he cooed, stealing the wind in her lungs with the press of his thumb against her clit. A long, deep from the gut, moan erupted from her as everything clenched up within her. “It’s my job to take care of you. It’s in our agreement, sweet girl. And I’m very good at my job.”

The smugness in his voice normally would have warranted a rebuttal from her, maybe her tongue stuck out at him or an eye roll. But dragons above, was it delicious as he circled her clit with the flat pad of his thumb.

Melody was a goner. She was his. He’d caught his prey and there was nothing she could do about it.Nothing shewantedto do about it.She sank back one last time, body and soul separated as the last wash of bliss rolled over her seconds before her orgasm shattered her. Her fingers dug trenches in him as he brought her to tears. Warm, fat tear drops spilled down her cheeks. Her walls clamped down around his fingers, milking him over and over until she was sure the world was spinning around her.

“That’s my girl,” he growled against her mouth, stealing another kiss. His hand eased off her clit as the sensations began to overwhelm her. Lips kissed away the tears until her cheeks were damp, her skin was cold, and Melody was shivering for reasons other than Smith. Wetness ran down the length of her thigh but was wiped away by the delicate kiss of a shadow tendril. Her panties were returned to their regular position. Her dress was draped back around her, and she was pulled away from the marble.

His jacket dropped around her shoulders as she finally found the strength to open her eyes again. Smith stood before her, that wicked grin hidden behind static, tugging gloves onto his fingers once more. Melody was tucked in one of his arms within the blink of an eye. “Do you feel you can walk.”

She shook her head vigorously. He scooped her up, one arm on her shoulders, one behind her knee. Before he took another step, however, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He probably didn’t mean to say it out loud, but she heard the whispered words he spoke into her hair, “Mine.”

She couldn’t help the sex drunk smile it put on her face. Melody’s mouth wasn’t working or else she’d say it back. Instead, she laid her head against his shoulder and whispered it loudly in her head.Mine.

Chapter Sixteen

Smith

“Smith?”Agathaspottedhimfrom down the hall as he slid through the front door, Melody in his arms. At first, it was complete and utter worry…until her ghostly gaze fell to the jacket around Melody’s shoulders, Smith’s lack of one, and the blush burning across Melody’s cheeks. Then the biggest grin crossed her face, and she cocked out a hip. “Havershum owes me a left shoe.”

“Havershum doesn’t have shoes,” Smith huffed as he set Melody down on her feet. She stumbled a bit within his arms but otherwise stayed vertical. He cupped her chin and brought her glazed over attention back up to him. “Remember our deal, sweet girl.”

She rolled her eyes, her mouth twitching like she was going to stick that traitorous tongue out at him, but thought better of it. The longer he held her gaze, the more she softened, hugging his jacket tight to her shoulders. “I’ll bevery well mannered, Mr. Smith.”

“That’s my girl.” He brought his lips to her forehead, relishing the shiver that ran the length of her body. “Water. Two full meals. Bath. And relaxation! If I find you haven’t done all of those things you’ll be in direct breach of contract, Ms. Deathless.”

There was a flicker in her eyes as she licked her lips. But it died down when a yawn broke through her lips. She tried to stifle it, but it didn’t work as she swayed in his arms.

“Agatha, will you see Ms. Deathless to the library or the kitchen or my office. Wherever she would like to take rest? I’ve got a mess to see to, but she’s not to overexert herself.”

Agatha gave him a look like she’d box his ears if hehadears to box. But nonetheless, she took up Melody’s arm and guided her down the hall. Melody spared one last look over her shoulder at him. A sweet smile curled her lips as she shyly glanced away. Seeing her still draped in his jacket made angry butterflies take up refuge in his chest. Smith waited a few moments for them to turn the corner toward the library before he blinked down into the underbelly of the house.

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