Page 112 of Ruthless Scoundrel
I want to win,I say with my eyes.
His smile is one of pure pleasure. “It’s not happening.”
His fingers transform, bulking and growing rippling ridges. The pressure in my lower belly is impossible to ignore,impossible to avoid. No matter how much enjoyment I get from having him in my mouth, the sensation of his tentacles thrusting into me and circling my clit is too distracting.
I can’t help the cry that escapes me as he pins my hips to the bed and sets a punishing pace. The euphoria begging for release can’t be held off much longer, but Ineedto win. I must hold out.
I moan harder, louder, letting everything out on his dick. He snarls and tentacles wrap around my throat. They skate down my chest to my nipples and flick back and forth across them, creating a connection between the pleasure points of my body.
His attention is demanding, blissful, and all-consuming. I sink into him as he owns me, and I own him in return. The coiling pressure in my core is so tight, I must be strangling his tentacle. The sensation pushes me to the edge, but I focus back on him.
“Fuck, Rei, come for me,” he begs, and the sound of his desperation for my pleasure has me at the crest. “I can’t hold on. You’re so…oh, fuck.”
I let myself succumb to his affection, falling into the deepest, darkest abyss of lust within his grasp. My thighs clench and I curl around him as fire burns a path up my spine, destroying everything in its path. The full throbbing of my pussy doesn’t stop, going on and on as I cry out.
Jasper whispers affectionately as he thrusts into my mouth and our gazes connect.
“Ohksana,” he whimpers, and then his mouth falls open in a deep groan.
A spray of salty, hot cum hits the back of my throat and I’m eager to swallow. His tentacles writhe over my sensitive center, thrusting and suckling. It’s too soon, too soon. Oh, fuck.
I scream on his pulsing dick, my spine arcing and hands grasping at anything to hold. Jasper cradles my upper back and pulls away until he slides out of my mouth. He replaces hisdick with his tongue, kissing me feverishly as my second orgasm rocks me to the core.
Jasper consumes every sound I make. The pleasure spirals out hot and fast, devouring every other thought in its path until finally we’re slow, and languid. Jasper’s kisses turn soft and loving as he cradles me against his side.
We’re both still half-dressed, but it doesn’t matter. I’m on a plane where clothes don’t matter. Where evil kings and queens don’t matter. We are all that exists.
“Let this be our future,” he whispers between kisses.
“I want this to be our future,” I murmur when I have the wherewithal to speak.
“Then it will be,” he says, and my eyes fall shut in blissful delirium.
I kiss a trail across Jasper’s shoulders in the morning as we dress. He’s so tense, so afraid. How can I show him that I won’t let this plan fail? I’ll do whatever I can to save his people, a people I don’t even know but already accept as my own. Jasper wants me for more than political gain, I can feel it. And despite our rough beginning, I want more than that from him, too. I’ve become his fool.
He turns to me suddenly, grabbing my face and holding me close. “You can say no. You can stay here.”
I grab him back, squishing his cheeks. “Absolutely not. I’m your wife. I’m coming with you.”
His shoulders fall away from his ears. “My wife,” he whispers, his eyes distant.
“Yes. Unless you’re having second thoughts,” I say, suddenly anxious that I’ve misread the whole situation somehow.
“No,” he says firmly. He pulls me in and kisses me hard and deep. It’s not a kiss of lust, but of agony. He’s so afraid.
“Jasper,” I whisper, tucking my legs around his waist as I crawl into his lap on the bed. “I will burn his entire kingdom to ash before we leave without your family.”
He swallows hard, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Your Eyzanth must favor me.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, running my fingers through his curly hair.
“I’m so lucky,” he whispers.
The same tingling from the beach surges through my body. It’s a powerful sensation of connection to Jasper, growing stronger by the second. Could this be Zephrom’s will? Perhaps she led Jasper to me for this very purpose. To deliver her justice and bring balance back to Gaien.
“Maybe it’s fate,” I whisper back.
He sucks in a breath and his cradling arms squeeze me tight. “Are you sure about this?”
