Page 45 of Seized to Sacrifice
In a burst of courage, her hands caught hold of Nyx’s horns and she used them to push his face closer, to the exact place she wanted him to lick. He let out a moan of his own, pushing his tongue deep into her channel that, although sore from last night, still craved more. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, just as when the Beast had been doing the same to her. The pleasure shattered inside of her, and she let out a low moan as her legs shook and she pressed his face against her as he continued to lave at her gently.
Elle let go of him, sated, but he didn’t stop his ministrations. Instead, he widened her thighs and settled more comfortably between them, playing with her anew.
‘What are you doing,’ she asked breathlessly.
She felt rather than heard his quiet laugh.
‘Showing you how generous I am,’ he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice reverberating through her nethers and making her legs quiver.
‘Do you like that?’ he said a little bit louder, knowing what his voice was doing to her.
Her hips twisted under him, and he tutted as his great hands took hold of her thighs, making her body look positively tiny as his fingers wrapped almost all the way around them, holding her in place. His eyes caught hers and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
Her eyes widened. Like the rest of him, it was grey and enormous!
He used the very tip to worry the bud at her apex and grinned devilishly when she couldn't escape his torment.
‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘It's too much.’
But he didn't stop, bringing her to pleasure again using just his tongue on that one piece of her already sensitive flesh.
Her body shook under him, and her channel ached in a way that made her want more, not less.
‘Please,’ she cried. ‘More!’
He shook his head. ‘Not today but soon.’
Head lowering again, she felt his tongue at her back passage. Her eyes opened wide as she tried to shuffle away, but he wouldn't let her, his tongue flicking at it. She was shocked and yet it felt so nice.
She whimpered as he began to ease his smallest finger into her.
He hushed her. ‘I won't hurt you,’ he promised, pausing to lick the digit, and then twisting it into her gently. He slipped it in and out very carefully, watching her face.
Elle’s mouth opened on a gasp as she was thrust into pleasure again without warning, her body shuddering and shaking as she fisted the bedclothes and her back bowed beneath his hulking form.
She collapsed back on the bed, sated and tired but still he didn't stop. Keeping his finger inside her, he began to lick up and down her slit in long, flat stokes, delving into her slick channel, returning to the pulsing bud, and closing his lips around it, flicking it quickly again and again.
She moaned loudly.
‘No more,’ she begged. ‘No more.’
But he ignored her pleas.
She lost count of the times he forced her body to release, but by the time he finally let go of her and lifted his head away, she was insensible, sated, and completely exhausted.
Her eyes closed and she fell into a stupor, vaguely realizing it was late afternoon. It had been hours and still he showed no signs of fatigue. She sighed contentedly and shifted as he made to leave the bed. She grabbed hold of him.
‘Stay.’
He let her pull him down next to her, holding her as she fell into a deep slumber.
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Rye
He didn't knowwhat was ruining his mood … that was a lie. He did know. What he didn’t understand was why it was bothering him.
Why did he care that he’d taken it too far with Elle? Why was it playing on his mind as if he’d done something irredeemable?
