Page 37 of Of Blood and Banes
“Deal,” he growls and jolts forward. Wasting no time, he slips two fingers into the edge of my panties and pulls them to the side enough to swipe that dastardly tongue against me. He groans, clearly tasting my arousal, and buries his face deeper between my legs. Lapping up every drop.
A shock wave of pleasure pierces through every nerve ending in my body as I nearly stumble, moaning. He holds the back of my knees, digging his nose and tongue deeper into me. Working me. I roll my hips into his face, greedy for more, and a soft breathy whimper whispers off my lips.
“This is…technically…tasting—oohh,” I squeak as he swirls his tongue round and round my clit, my legs shaking and threatening to crumble. Gods, his stubble-dusted lips scratch and pull at me in all the ways that shouldn’t feel good. But I can’t stop—I can’t stop him.
“Stop talking,” he growls into my wet cunt, his deep throaty voice rumbling a sinfully hot vibration into my core.
But I don’t wanthimto stop talking. I want more. I grind into his face as my head falls back and eyes flutter closed. He burrows his tongue deeper inside me, pleasing every silent request I have. As soon as I’m about to come on his tongue, he stops, somehow sensing how dangerously close I am. He pulls back to look up at me, and I whimper as his saliva cools against my skin.
“Release my hands, and I’ll release you,” he pants. He looks so damn hot with my arousal glistening on the tip of his nose, his glossy full set of lips, and his strong chin. He’s made an absolute mess of me, and I’m fighting to keep myself balanced on these wobbling legs.
“I can’t,” I rasp.
“Yes…you can.” He takes his thumb and rubs too slow against my swollen clit. His index finger teases my slick entrance.
“No,” I breathe, trying my best not to buck against his skilled hand.
“Release me, kitten,” he commands, dipping his finger inside of me and stroking me slowly as he flicks his thumb against my clit.
“What happened to not needing your hands?” I whine. “You seem to be managing just fine.”
“No one can know what I’m about to do to you. So, I want to take you to that bed, shove your face into the pillows to mask your screams, and fuck you into the mattress until you forget your name, okay? And I can’t quite do that if I’m chained to this godsdamned wall, can I?”
Gods, he’s really tempting me. I’m on fire for him—to have his hands all over me, unrestrained and willing. To have him fuck me with every long, hard inch of himself that I forget all my other problems. Temptation and craving lures me into testing the limits of what he promises. To have him ruin me until I can’t breathe.
But a small voice in the back of my head whispers this isn’t right. I came into this situation to take hold of it—not to be so easily overcome by the temptation of a good fucking. The more time passes, the more Iwantto let him free. Even if that small voice keeps screaming he’s only manipulating me. Just as I tried to manipulate him.
He presses a light kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Be a good girl…” He plunges his finger inside of me deeper before adding a second digit. “...and let me free.”
My hand trembles around the dagger I still point at his throat. It’s only a matter of time before I drop it completely. My heart pounds in my ears, my blood heating to something almost unbearable as he drags me closer and closer to a climax. “Say it again.”
“Good,” he growls, slipping a third finger inside me and fucking me roughly with his hand. His eyes burn into mine, his lips pulled back into a devious smile.“Girl.”
I moan, “Darian, I’m about to come?—”
My eyes flash open, and I jolt forward off the bed. My breath is wild in my chest as my gaze darts around the darkened room. The dresser is still in front of the door where I pushed it. And Darian lies quietly on the floor with his eyes closed. The buzzing in my head and between my legs mellows out, and I swipe at the sweat on my forehead before I slowly lower myself to lie back down. Pulling the sheets up to my chin, I try to quiet my heavy breathing.
Gods, perhaps this is dangerous having him so close. Especially if he’s getting to me in my sleep.
As Marge’s words about dreams trickle into my mind, I slam the thought out before it gets too far and flip onto my side away from Darian. A rumbling laugh sounds off in his direction, and I peek over my shoulder at him.
“Were you having a nice dream?” Darian’s voice is husky with sleep.
“No,” I grumble and turn back over.
“Why did you say my name then?”
“I didn’t say your name.”
“You’re right. You didn’t say it…youmoanedit.” He chuckles.
A scorching heat blooms in my face, and I cringe, squeezing my eyes shut. “You’re delirious.”
“Not nearly enough to miss when you’re calling out for me.”
“You sure love to talk.”
“I know,” he rumbles.
