Page 124 of Of Rime and Ruin
Fuck.
Her bare folds bloom before me, pink and glistening with need.
No panties in sight.
“Someone’s naughty,” I rumble. Tenderly, I press a line of kisses along her inner thigh as she trembles.
“This dress,” she gasps. “It’s too tight for panties.” Her nails scratch the wood as she digs them into the armrests. “I didn’t think you’d see. Not like this.”
I hover at the apex of her thigh, a scale’s breadth away from where she needs me. “Should I stop, then? If you don’t want me to see?”
Her pussy is the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen. A banquet spread before me, beckoning with the promise of a feast. It’d be a shame not to get to taste her.
She squirms, fingernails scraping through my scalp, tugging on my hair. “No,” she squeals. “Gods, no. Please, Aethan. Please!”
“No?” I blow air across her folds, and she arches forward, pressing herself to my waiting mouth with a moan.
I reward her religiously, slipping my tongue across her molten core. I taste each delicate seam of her. Her clit emerges for me, swollen and ready, and I suck it tenderly. Again and again, I kissher until she’s melting into me and writhing against my mouth. Gasping sweet nothings.
“Yes, Sunfish,” I croon. “That’s my girl. Come for me.”
With a flicker of my tongue, I worship her sensitive nub, working her hard. Her thighs clench around me. She bucks and rides my mouth, moving me right where she needs me. Desperate.
“Come,” I command. My voice rumbles against her heat, and she cries out.
“Aethan!”
Fuck.She’s so perfect. I’ll never tire of her lips screaming my name.
“Aethan, I’m going to—”
I feel her tension building, blooming beneath my touch. With a hum of magic, I send a burst of cold to the tip of my tongue and plunge it into her heat.
“Ah!” she cries out as her body spasms.
The taste of her pleasure floods my mouth, and I lap it up, dragging my tongue to catch every drop. Her orgasm works through her until she melts against me, soft and satisfied. I press a kiss to her swollen cunt and slip out of her skirts.
Nahla spreads in my fur-lined seat, eyes glazed, face flushed, and hair mussed. Her dress is askew. The picture of a queen. I grin.
“You look so good on my throne, Nahla.”
She smiles sheepishly. “You think so?”
“So fucking good.” I lean forward, kissing the soft globe of her cheek.
“Mmm.” She smooths her hands over the armrests and surveys the empty room. “There’s only one problem,” she says.
I knit my eyebrows, disliking the sound of that. If there’s a problem, I will fix it for her. Immediately. “How so?”
Nahla reaches for me, pulling both of my hands into her lap. Her smile slowly fades.Oh goddess.This can’t be good. Panic rises through my body, lifting every scale. Something is wrong.
Why did she let me fuck her, if something is wrong?
She squeezes my fingers, takes a deep breath, and says, “A prisoner can onlyplayqueen. And unless you rescind your rules—all of them—I’m afraid that’s all I can be.”
I force my eyes shut and inhale, drawing oxygen through to my toes. My stomach twists, that familiar knot of anger threatening to form. I could so easily explode. And two moon-cycles ago, I would have. Her fingers brush my thumb, the only thing rooting me in place.
I search for the anger, waiting for it to hit. Waiting for the magic to burst forth and kill her. She’s too close. I’ve put her in danger, letting her get this close to me.
