Page 106 of Of Blood and Banes
“Gods, look at you,” he groans, almost pained. He slips two fingers inside of me until they’re as deep as they can go, his thumb resting on my swollen clit. “So wet…” He removes his fingers from me, and I whimper as he starves me from his touch. “So messy for me.” He takes his fingers and sucks on them, one by one, ripping them out of his mouth with a hungry groan as if he’s complimenting a chef’s dish.
He drops down to his knees in front of me. “Put your feet up on the desk and show me that pussy. Yes. All the way, that’s it. Just like that,” he praises. “Gods, you’re aggravatingly fucking sexy.”
His hands grip the inside of my thighs, keeping me spread open, and his devious smirk lights up as his darkened eyes meet mine. Slow, as if he owns all the time in the world, he drags the tip of his tongue from the bottom of my entrance all the way up to my clit, watching my expressions from between my legs the entire time.
Sinful bastard.
I should hate him for how wicked he makes me feel. My legs clench instinctively around his head as I arch off the desk.
He groans, delectably pleased with tasting my arousal. The hot, wet press of his tongue against me disappears as he pulls back slightly to speak. “You’re going to come on my tongue. I will lick, suck, and swallow every drop you will give me, and I will not stop until I’ve had enough. Then, and only then, will I stretch you out with my cock, and fuck you so hard the only word you remember is my name. And I will not stop until you ask me to. Do you understand?”
I nod, nearly breathless as I absorb his words, almost shaking at the thought of all the things he’ll do to me. “Show me you’re a man of your word.”
There’s his sinful, one-sided grin that curls my toes.
He releases one hand from my thigh and with a thumb, firmly presses right above my clit and tugs the skin up, tightening the pressure. Leading with his nose, he traces his tongue just after it, rocking his face into me as he licks my pussy. Slow at first. Building that need. His stubbled cheeks and jaw scrape the skin on the inside of my thighs as I fight myself from trembling around him.
Holy fucking Gods and dragons.
His strong tongue slips up to where my throbbing clit is, rubbing in deliberate, strong circles. Up and down, round and round with a localized pressure that has me arching off the desk, my toes curling to the point of cramps. My breath sticks in my lungs.
Maybe he has a reason to be as cocky as he is. He’s had his mouth on me for maybe thirty seconds, and I already feel the danger. There’s no coming back from this. Not now that I want it. That Ineedit.
As if he couldn’t max me out at this level of pleasure, he rockets me into the next bracket as he adds in two fingers backinside me, pumping them in rhythm with the circles as he sucks and licks my clit. He’s steady and consistent. Rather than trying to race me to an orgasm, he takes me step by step, allowing me to relish in every flick of his tongue, every plunge of his fingers.
But it doesn’t matter because the tight coil of pleasure winding within my core steals my breath as I rip his hair into my fingers like he’ll save me from the inevitable fall and blissful crash.
I come undone.
Biting down on my lip to try and silence my cry, my eyes squeeze shut as I tremble and ride every scorching hot wave of pleasure rocking throughout my body. And he doesn’t let up—just as he said he wouldn’t. Licking, sucking, swallowing, and rubbing. As soon as I catch my breath, I edge up onto my elbows, waiting for him to remove his mouth. But he flicks up a warning glare and gently pushes his fingers into my chest, pinning me back down onto the desk.
He unlatches his mouth from my clit, switching spots with his fingers and plunging his tongue inside of me with a delectable moan. He glares up at me from between my legs, a hint of a smile at his lips. Fucking me with his tongue, shaking his head back and forth as if it’ll allow him more access to dive deeper inside of me, devouring every bit of my flesh, sweat, and arousal. Each move exudes an innate drive to please me, to serve me.
It doesn’t take long until I crash again, crying as I throw my head back against the desk and gripping his head between my thighs. My breath saws in and out of my chest, my legs shaking so violently the desk trembles underneath me.
He lifts his head up, licking his lips, his entire face soaked. Before he can even think about returning between my legs, I force his head up toward my face, a pained growl rumbling in his throat as he follows my grasp to avoid tearing his hair out.
“Who said I was done with you?” he grumbles. “I was perfectly content watching you writhe on my tongue.”
Tease.I tug his head back to reveal his proud throat.
“Me.” My next string of words comes out desperate. Breathy. “Darian…I need you to fuck me.”
A smirk splits his lips at the simple word. “Need, huh? Need is a funny little thing…”
Probably shouldn’t have admitted that. I’m sure it’ll bite me in the ass.
He leans forward and kisses me, slipping his tongue between my lips so I can taste myself on him. His mouth moves over mine as he slides his tongue with mine, a salty taste washing over my mouth.
When he breaks our kiss, his voice is husky and tight with failing restraint as he speaks against my lips. “You wouldn’t have your way…but I need to fuck you hard enough to forget my existence.”
He grabs my hips in his hands and slides me across the desk against him, then sweeps me up into his arms. I wrap my wrists around his neck, holding myself to him as he fumbles around blindly, mouth locked on mine. He slams me back into the wall, barely breaking my concentration on his mouth. He fists his fingers back into my hair as he breaks away from my mouth and kisses down my jawline. I roll my head back against the wall to give him full access to the sensitive parts of my neck. And he takes it. His hot tongue caresses my skin, coupled with soft sucks that have me bucking my hips into him.
“Enough with the teasing already. Just fuck me,” I grunt through tight breaths, trying to school my aching need for him. “Please.”
He chuckles. “So impatient. As you wish.”
He sets me on my feet, spins me so I’m facing the wall, and pushes me against it. With my cheek flush against the brick andmy hands braced on either side of my face, I slide my legs apart as he taps the inside of one of my thighs. He presses one palm against my lower back, encouraging me to arch more for him, before he grabs one of my asscheeks and pulls me open. He brushes the thick head of his cock against my heat.
