Page 94 of Their Reckless Thief
“I–I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Dorian’s grip on my hips tightened, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into my skin. “There’s no time like the present, love. Trust me. I’ll take care of you, but you have to follow my rules. No coming until I say so. Understood?”
That sent a fresh wave of heat through me. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good,” he said, his voice dipping into a growl. “Now, be a good girl and take me in that pretty mouth.”
My body trembled as I lowered myself to him, wrapping my hands around his thick shaft. He was impossibly hard, the veins pulsing under my touch. I licked the tip experimentally, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him. He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around his length.
“Fuck, Celeste,” he groaned, his voice rough with restraint. “You’re going to undo me.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me again, his tongue plunging into me with a fervor that made my vision blur. I moaned around his cock, and he hissed against my skin as he gripped my hips.
I was caught between pleasure and need, every nerve in my body alight with sensation. His tongue teased my clit before dipping lower, pressing into me, and then trailing even farther back to my most sensitive, untouched place. I gasped, my body jerking at the unfamiliar sensation as his tongue circled and pressed gently.
“Relax, love,” he murmured against me. “Let me make you feel good.”
I wanted to resist, to hold on to some semblance of control, but his worship of me left me helpless. I moaned around him, taking him deeper into my throat as his tongue worked its magic. His groans of pleasure sent shivers through me, and I felt his cock throb against my tongue, a tangible reminder of how much he wanted me.
“Not yet,” he growled suddenly, pulling back just enough to deny me the release. “You don’t come until I say so.”
I whimpered in frustration, but I obeyed, focusing instead on the way he felt in my mouth, the way his hands held me like I was something precious.
He resumed his ministrations with renewed intensity, his tongue driving me to the brink again and again, only to pull me back at the last moment. The tension built and built until I thought I might shatter, my legs shaking as I fought to hold on.
I pulled my mouth off him. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Dorian, please.”
His hands tightened on my hips, his tongue flicking over my clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me. “Not yet,” he growled. “When I say.”
And then, finally, his grip on my hips loosened, and his voice softened. “Now, love. Come for me.”
His words were my undoing. The orgasm tore through me, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it left me gasping, my body arching as I cried out his name. Dorian didn’t stop, histongue drawing out every last shudder, every last tremor, until I collapsed against him, utterly spent.
He pulled me down beside him, his arms wrapping around me as I trembled with aftershocks. He brushed his lips against my ear. “You’re incredible, Celeste. And one day, you’ll believe it too.”
Tears pricked my eyes at the tenderness in his words, and I hated how much I wanted to believe him. How much I wanted to let myself care. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when the cost of giving in felt so impossibly high.
Dorian had promisedto show Vivian and me around the city, and after everything we’d been through, I think we both needed that. Vivian had never been in The Below before, and this was Dorian’s attempt to ease the tension between us all.
Especially between me and Viv.
We met outside the mansion, Dorian’s grin breaking through the tension. He leaned casually against a stone wall outside the mansion, exuding confidence. His presence was so commanding that it was easy to forget how dangerous he could be when he wanted to.
“Ready for the grand tour, ladies?” he asked, flashing that trademark grin of his.
Vivian looked around the street with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted in wonder. She hadn’t spoken much since we left the mansion, but I could tell she was already overwhelmed. I remembered feeling the same way when I first ventured into The Below. The city had its own pulse, a beat that ran through the veins of every street, alleyway, and hidden corner.
“Where are we even starting?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though something in me twisted at the idea of walking through The Below like it was any other city.
Dorian winked. “You’ll see. I know all the best spots.”
We started down the main boulevard of Vincenzo’s territory, a path I had walked many times before but still found surreal. The streets here pulsed with magic, the air almost shimmering with it. Old stone buildings lined the roads, most of them ordinary on the outside, but their magical cores buzzed with hidden energy. The people of The Below—vampires, fae, shifters, demons, and more—mingled easily. Vivian and I were anomalies, moving through a world that wasn’t meant for us.
“Viv, you okay?” I asked, glancing sideways at her as we made our way through the crowded streets.
Vivian nodded, but her wide-eyed gaze darted from one sight to another as if she couldn’t take in everything fast enough. “This place is incredible.”
She wasn’t wrong. The Below was like nothing else—a blend of the surreal and the familiar, as if someone had taken the human world and twisted it through a kaleidoscope of dark magic. The streets were alive with movement and noise, yet there was a strange harmony beneath the chaos, as if this world existed on a different pulse, a rhythm I couldn’t quite grasp.
