Page 38 of Queen of the Wicked
Again and again, he hit her raw and sensitive skin, and when her flesh was on the verge of bruising permanently, he moved a hand between her thighs, pressing his middle finger against her slit.
Oh shit,he moaned into her mind.Put a shield up. Now.
How? I-I don’t know how to.
Christ, Alessia, Hurry. Put it up NOW.
You stupid, stupid girl,the person inside her added.What a predicament you’ve gotten yourselves into.
Put the shield up NOW,Alessia commanded.
Doing as told, she watched a transparent bubble form around them. Erebos released a sigh of relief and stuck a finger inside her, the scent of cherries filling the bubble.
There aren’t any cherry trees around,she mused.
I know,he replied, but his voice was strained. Weak and filled with a yearning so intense it would have brought her to her knees if she weren’t already on them.Do you want me to continue?
Please,she begged.
Erebos wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. “Take it,” he told her sternly. “How many fingers can you take, whore?” When he added another, Alessia’s jaw dropped open from the pleasure.
So fucking beautiful,Erebos…thought? It seemed his mental shields were down, even for a brief moment. Was hethatweak?
Exquisite.
Extraordinary.
He pumped his fingers in and out, nothing but the sound of her wet pussy filling the cave.
Being sequestered her entire life, Alessia hadn’t slept with a man before, but she had delved into self-pleasure. Still, it had never felt likethis.She never had a man hit all of the right spots without having to ask. It was like he knew her body like a map memorized by heart. Every sensitive lick of flesh hummed beneath his touch, his fingers dancing across her skin like music notes leading up to the final crescendo.
“Dirty little slut,” he seethed, adding a third. Three of his fingers were inside her, and Alessia was filled to the brim with a hand that large. Every thrust of those fingers stretched her deeper, and the scent of cherries was sointense she could practically taste it.
He jutted his thumb out to brush against her clit, and a shudder raked through her from the sensitivity. “Are you going to come for me?”
Alessia nodded desperately, grinding against his fingers while his hand gripped her throat tightly,slightly cutting off her airway. Pleasure had reached a new peak. She didn’t know it could feel this good. She didn’t know something could feel soright.
You’re taking my fingers so well,he said.Watch how incredible you look while you ride them.
Alessia glanced down at his fingers buried inside of her, at her hips rocking against him, and the sheer waterfall that trailed down his hand from her. His thumb was pressed against her throat, his other rubbing her clit, and Alessia’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Beautiful.
He thrust his fingers again. “Dirty.”
Sensational.
“Fucking.”
Stunning.
“Pathetic.”
Insatiable.
“Slut.”
Fuck, don’t come,Erebos pleaded when he scanned her face.Whatever you do, don’t come. You need to fake it, Alessia.
