Page 72 of The Crown of a Fallen Queen
He sucks my clit inside his mouth, and I inhale sharply, my legs tightening around his face. The storm obeys his command, and his command only. I’ve never felt so helpless or delirious, or greedy for release.
“Come for me, witch. Make a mess, and whatever you do, don’t resist.”
I’m falling. Flying. Crashing down.
I bite the insides of my cheeks not to scream, caught in an endless high that marries tingles of delight with harsh, violent clenches. Seth holds my hips in place, driving two fingers in and out of me in quick, repetitive bursts. “That’s it, ride the storm, darling. Surrender to it.”
The voltage imprisoned inside me sizzles through my spine, my legs, my toes. It makes me see stars, filling me with indescribable rapture as the orgasms hit, one after the other, tearing me asunder.
The lightning leaves my body one blissful heartbeat at a time, slithering like serpents returning to their nests.
And leaving me hollow.
I blink my eyes open, a tortured groan tearing out of my throat. Somehow, the chain orgasms only made me crave his cock more. My pussy clenches around emptiness, over and over again, searching for him, my whole body shivering for more.
“Has anyone else made you come that hard?” Seth asks huskily.
He already knows the answer, and his smug grin adds insult to injury.
The game of cat-and-mouse we’ve been playing the last few days has deepened the emptiness I carry with me, and his Storm touch wrenched every nerve ending to the surface. I desperately need him to fill the void inside me. Even if it costs me what’s left of my pride and self-respect.
“What wasthat? Gods! You’re so—” I fight to catch my breath and try to sit up, but Seth drags his finger over my darkest hole again, dipping in, the ring of muscles tightening. It’s a most intimate place, and I almost come again at the unfamiliar invasion. His cock would never fit in there, but maybe…
I relax and wiggle my ass to take his finger deeper, the leftover ache soothed by what he’s doing.
He grins, stretching me wider, pushing deeper. “You’re so fucking hot for it. Now, answer me.”
“No,” I begrudgingly admit. “No one.”
He gives a long, hard lick to my overly sensitive flesh. “See how good things can be between us? You were made for me, darling. Made to rule our kingdom while I serve you, and your greedy little cunt.”
“Blimey. Does your filthy mouth ever stop?”
Ihatewhat he’s saying butlovewhat he’s doing, and there’s no denying that.
Seth nuzzles my core like it’s his own personal playground, the fullness in my crotch returning full-force. “You love it. Now, come for me again, my queen. I need more of your honey.”
Another wave crests at his command, and I suck in air, taken by surprise. Pleasure rips into me, making me cry out in bliss and defeat. I don’t bother biting back my noises this time, singing his praise to the wind.
Seth drinks the gushing pleasure in. “Such a lovely taste.”
I grip his hair and tug. “Enough games. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
“Next time, I’ll fuck you long and hard until you can’t walk, but I need you on your feet today.”
“You think you can stop now?” I scoff, matching his grin.
“This demonstration was merely an argument in favor of dropping your no-sex rule. Consider it carefully.”
“Because that wasn’t sex?”
He just laughs, “Not strictly sex, no. I was merely training you for what comes next, so you can take more thunder in.”
The nerve— Wait. More?
I rake my nails over his erection. If it was angry before, it’s seething now. Pre-cum drips along the side, right up to his balls.“You can’t stop now. You think you can, but unless you want to knock on Deiltine’s door with cum leaking into your breeches, you’ll give me what I want.”
He moans as I wrap my hand around his shaft, the raised veins pulsing with blood, signaling how excited and vulnerable he really is.
