Page 124 of Of Sockets Of Stitches
I set my lips upon his. See hissed and tightly gripped my upper arms.
When he did nothing further, I moved my lips against his, probing with my tongue. He groaned a curse. “I would not have you near me right now.”
I whispered in his ear. “I know, and yet evil wins in its efforts to enter the grave. I would rather have soundness and good feeling between us at the end, but I will have you in fury andhate and betrayal too. I know what my heart demands of us in this last breath. What does it demand of you?”
His furious, milky gaze dropped to my lips, then to my jacket. “I am in a rage, Perantiqua. Even though vice whispers at me, I will not take your body that way.”
I unbuttoned the tailored vest, exposing my breasts, which were no longer stitched on, though I would always be made of the skins of fifty mothers. “You will take me, for I have said that I will take you however you are.”
I leaned forward and pressed a line of kisses against the chalky skin of his neck. I arched to rub my breasts against his chest.
“Be careful what you ask for,” he growled, then he shoved my head into a savage arch to scrape his teeth over my pulse. If I had still possessed stitches, there was no doubt that they might have been torn away.
He left my vest on, but flipped me face down on the stone. My pants were ripped free and my undergarments, too, and then his knee was in the dip of my back as he parted my cheeks and worked a finger in my ass.
I gasped at the sudden entry, then hissed encouragement too.So long.So long since he had been in me. Not his fingers and his tongue. I wanted the whole of him. Since he had last filled me, desperation to repeat the act had fevered my slumber.
I wiggled my hips, and See drew out his finger only to plunge a second finger in. He delivered a stinging slap to my ass, and I cried out. His two fingers slid past the second knuckle, and this was apparently the sign that he should add more.
I moaned as he added a third finger and rocked them in and out in a bid to get them inside me and past the second knuckle too. When that failed to happen, See pulled his hand free.
I groaned, trying to arch in invitation for more, but his knee in the dip of my back was unyielding.
“You like me robbed of reason,” he snarled, and the aircrackled in answer. “You like me touching you when I can barely stand it.”
I do.
After a last few savage plunges of his fingers, See stood and a claw of power yanked me upward until my ass was to his face.
I dangled upside down, and words left me as his tongue replaced his fingers. Growls ripped from him as he devoured me. See fell to his knees soon enough, his power still holding me upside down—like a discarded toy. That was what he wanted me to believe. But I had meant what I said.
I would take whatever he would give me in our last moments because I knew what was really there.
He turned until my head was pressed against the olden rock, and as See feasted, he fucked the back of my head, shoving my cheek into the rock until I could feel its pattern etched in my skin. He pulled his hips back, only to spin me in the air, and then a begging scream was drawn from me as his lips and tongue sieged my entrance. He worried his teeth on my clit.
“More!”
I needed more.
With frantic hands, I ripped at his trousers to free his cock. I groaned at the warmth and smoothness, then wrapped my lips around the tip.
See drew back and shoved his cock into my throat.
Slammed against the olden rock once more, I choked around his length, gripping at the fronts of his pants. But if he expected me to push him away, I would leave him sorely disappointed.
See slammed forward again, and I relaxed my throat and tongue to admit him, though I could not stop the choking sounds that filled the air. He liked them. Loved them. The sounds of me struggling.
He moaned, then slapped my clit out of anger. At himself and me. For he was chasing pleasure with the person who had killed his brother mere hours ago.
I bit back a moan, then cried out when he returned his mouth to cover the sting. “See!”
He fucked my throat, clearly trying to quieten me and forget.
See bellowed his rage, shoving his cock in my mouth and keeping it there. I gagged and coughed, but I would not push him away. My jaw ached and saliva dripped over my eyes and through my hair.
See roared at the grayscale sky, and with a last brutal shove into my mouth, he pulled free. I slid into a heap by the olden rock, panting.
My prince looked out over the haze, standing on the edge.
