Page 142 of Artemysia
He snakes a forearm behind me and flips us so I’m on top.
His trousers aren’t all the way off, so he shifts to kick his legs out of them, but notbefore slipping the knife from his belt. The cold steel of his blade glides back up, lifting the prince’s diamond necklace off my throat. “Did he give you these?”
“Borrowed. Does it make you jealous?” I goad.
“You don’t care about jewels. You can have my entire collection—a king’s ransom—if you want it. I don’t want anything of his on you. It makes me insanely jealous, yes.” He spins his blade to cut it off of me.
“Wait, no. These belonged to his grandmother. Don’t…” I reach back to unhook the clasp before gently dropping the pear-shaped diamonds on the nightstand.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep for that. For making me jealous. For wearing another man’s jewelry.” The ravenous look on his face, coupled with his covetous words, have me dripping wet. “Sit on my cock,” he orders.
I spread my knees around him and groan the entire time I slide down the length of him, until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
He rocks his hips, thrusting up, once, twice—the thickness of him a burning stretch. With a low cry, I throw my head back, my eyes rolling back.
My palm goes to his chest for leverage, leaning forward to rub the edge of that lower ridge on my inner wall.
“Mhmm, fuck, Elphie.” His pale eyes peer through dark lashes, his gaze never leaving mine as he traces the point of his knife dangerously down my throat, to my chest, and in one precise slice, splits the front of my dress while simultaneously reaching behind me to rip it off me.
I gasp at the sensation of the fabric roughly tearing away as he drives ruthlessly deeper into me from below.
When I cry out again with the next hard thrust of his hips, he curses and stabs his knife behind him into the carved headboard.
The sudden impact jolts me, but when I arch back, his hands are on my breasts. He draws a nipple into his mouth, coarsely teasing pleasure from me with each suckle, each jut of his hips.
As I’d promised, I let myself go and sob out his name as I come, pleading with him to keep pounding into me as I tumble into wave after wave of release.
“You’re not done yet, my love.” He flips me off of him, turning so I’m facing away. “Hands and knees, like you’re crawling.”
Guiding my hips, he begins pressing into me again from behind. I’m still tight and pulsing inside from my orgasm, but he doesn’t stop.
I’m about to shatter again from this deeper position, but he slows, and I beg him to keep going. “Make me come again. I’m close. Please.”
“You will. But first, you’re going to be my very good girl and let me take control. I promise you’ll come harder than ever before.”
His fingers slide across my backside and he widens me with his knee, splaying my legs farther apart. “You can hold on to the headboard if you need something to grip.”
I’m not sure why I’d need to hold on to anything, but I feel one hand pull my ass cheek aside, while his other fingers slip further down, brushing across the pucker of my rim. He slides up and down, circling gently around the hole, his touch becoming firmer, more concentrated with each circle. I feel myself clenching, tightening, when he applies more pressure.
I let out a frayed groan.
No one’s ever touched me there before. And I don’t want him to stop with just a light touch.
As if he senses this, his finger stops at the opening, and then he presses in, sending a shock into the core of me, jolting up my spine. It hurts, but he slows when I whimper.
“Grip me,” he orders me, as I bite back a gasp. “Squeeze.”
I clamp down around the pressure.
“That’s my girl. Harder.” His voice is growly, gruff, but guiding.
I do as he says while he holds his finger in my ass.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Everywhere.” His erection grows in me as he thrusts his hips, slow and torturous.
I’m panting, from the exhilaration of his touch, from the effort of squeezing him.
“Let go, Delphine,” he rasps, and when I obey, he pushes his finger deeper inside my ass, and guides his cock all the way into me at the same time.
