Page 45 of Dragons' Mate
He pulled her blindfold off, opting for the connection of their gazes. "Eyes on me,” Tavias ordered, sliding his hand up to cup one full breast, testing its weight in his palm. He brushed his thumb over her nipple. Kit jumped at the contact. Tavias clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I said, do not move.”
Releasing Kit’s breast, he repositioned her wrists over her head, regarding her again as he decided his next move. This time Kit’s gaze tracked him as he walked around and picked up the pitcher of moonberry wine, the spicy sweet aroma filling his nostrils. Tilting the pitcher over Kit's prone form, he poured the crimson liquid in careful patterns that encircled her breasts and trickled between her spread thighs.
Kit gasped softly, her stomach tensing as the liquid pooled in her belly button. It was lovely, really. Hauck’s britches were likely straining with desire to lap it from there just then. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“Be very very still,” Tavias reminded, putting an edge of bite behind the order. With a thought, he conjured a flame and held it to Kit’s breast.
The wine ignited, flames dancing across her skin. Kit cried out, but Tavias knew that it was fear and shock, not pain, that rang in her voice. The fire licked at her but did not burn, Tavias's magic keeping it controlled.
Kit whimpered, staying so very still that her whole body nearly trembled from the effort. Yes, Tavias had her full undivided attention now. Good. That’s what he needed. He moved the flame down her body, setting small fires that burned hot and bright before dying out, only to be rekindled elsewhere.
Kit’s racing heart eased as reality sank into her, her scent of fear replaced by wonder laced with healthy anxiety. The flames illuminated her body, casting dancing shadows across her skin. Tavias watched the flame carefully, tempering the interplay of fire and flesh.
Small sounds of the rest of the hall separated into the background, the tiny gasps of other humans and growls from the dragons, the clinks of servants cleaning up and musicians storing away their instruments. Tavias heard it all and pushed it away. As much attention as he demanded from Kit, he needed to give as much to her. Especially since they were only getting started.
He picked up the pitcher again, this time trailing the liquid between Kit’s open thighs and so very close to the thatch of golden curls nestled there. Soon—sooner than Kit thought—sweet nectar would weigh them down. Tavias could already scent hints of her arousal, the musky perfume intoxicating as it reached his heightened senses. For now though, Kit’s eyes were widening in shock.
A soft whimper escaped her parted lips, her desperate purr making Tavias’s cock strain against the confines of his leather britches. Tavias rubbed a circle around her belly, calming her just a hair’s breadth. No more. He’d told her the state he intended to bring her too, and he’d been honest at that.
“Now you mustreallynot move,” he said. “Not even twitch a muscle. Least we singe something I will regret.”
He set the fire alight between Kit’s open thighs, all his concentration on the tiny flame. It was hot and close enough to her folds, her clit, that she’d feel the heat intensely on her most sensitive parts. But there was moisture there too now. And there was Tavias’s control that he stretched to its fullest as he made the wine burn bright, bright, brighter.
Tavias made himself breath as he feasted on the vision of her bound by flame and displayed before him like an offering to the gods. She was exquisite in her vulnerability, trembling with a mix of fear and desire as she awaited his next move. Yes, she was all his now. The scent of her arousal intensified with each moment, mixing with the heady perfume of the wine.
Letting the flames go out, Tavias took his time shifting the few stray strands of hair that fluttered onto Kit’s face. Each time he touched her, he trailed his fingers over her skin. Her pulse. The connection between them was starting to thrum, as if it had its own magic and pulse.
Without taking his attention from her, Tavias picked up the candle, channeling his magic to ensure the wick burned high and bright within Kit’s line of sight. He moved slowly, but offered neither warning nor explanation as he tilted it, letting the hot wax drip onto Kit’s breast.
She arched at the scalding heat, a short pitiful sound coming from her throat. But the moment of pain was as short lived as Tavias knew it would be. The wax hardened, contracting around the contours of her areola in a way that made the sound coming from her change to one of sharp arousal. The scent of beeswax filled the air, rich and earthy and coalescing with the growing arousal.
Kit’s and Tavias’s. Stars. His cock was getting so hard that it hurt.
The once panicked look in Kit’s eyes turned to desperation, her body now twitching with unanswered need. She’d not be able to hold this position much longer. Tavias dripped more wax on her, creating swirling patterns across her flesh until she trembled outright. He traced a finger through the wax and her hips undulated, trying to ride the air.
Making his choice carefully, Tavias finally peeled away a strip of wax around the mating bite Quinton left on Kit’s breast. The skin beneath was pink and sensitive. Leaning down, he licked at the revealed flesh, his tongue flicking over her bunched nipple in a tease that had her moaning unabashedly.
“Please,” she pleaded. “Please, it hurts.”
Tavias put his hand between her folds, letting her know that he knew exactly which ache she complained of. She was dripping wet now, nothing like before. That was good. Because this couldn’t end just yet, not for the type of submission the priests would expect to see.
Another broken whimper came from her. "Please, I need..."
"I know exactly what you think you need." He slid his head down, nudging her thighs apart even farther to bare the glistening folds between. Dipping his head, he licked a broad stroke through her sex, growling at the taste of her arousal.
Kit jerked, a strangled cry on her lips. He speared his tongue into her entrance, thrusting deep as he sought the sensitive spot within. When he found it, Kit screamed, back arching off the table.
Tavias pulled back an instant before she could find completion. Which was, admittedly, cruel. But this game wasn’t for her pleasure, it was for her life.
That denial made Kit’s control over herself shatter completely. Her wax-speckled body writhed on the table, desire burning in her every desperate twitch. She reached for him, gripping his arms.
Tavias caught her wrists, forcing them down. “I do not recall granting permission to move,” he said, his voice hard as stone.
Kit blinked. Her eyes were so glazed with need that she was having trouble focusing. Understanding.
“Now, I’m going to punish you for disobeying me,” Tavias clarified for her benefit. He put extra emphasis on the wordpunish,letting all the velvet promise and threat come together in two short syllables.
With a firm grip, he lifted Kit up. Her body was warm and supple in his hands, her dyed blond hair cascading down her back. As he bent her over the table, the sight of her full backside and dragon tattoo made his own breath quicken. Stars, this was supposed to be torment for her, not him.
