Page 50 of Wicked Chains
Her skin glows in the afternoon light of her room, pale and perfect. I run my finger down a line from her collarbone, between her breasts, watching her shiver, enjoying the view. Her nipples stand up for me, so I can see them in all their glory.The little peaks are tight and rosy, begging for my mouth to suck them. I bend to take one nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue over it, while my fingers roll the other between them. She arches up, a breath escaping her, and she’s so responsive, so alive, every reaction confirming her hunger for me.
“Soren.” The way her breath catches on my name, the way her body moves under my hands, is better than any drug. I know what she wants, and I tease her with it, tracing my tongue from nipple to nipple, letting my teeth graze her just enough to make her squirm. I savor the tremble that goes through her when I bite down, careful not to mark, but leaving her with the memory of my mouth.
Each gasp, each moan, each whispered curse feeds the hunger in me, stokes the fire that's been burning since I first saw her. She's intoxicating, addictive. And for tonight, at least, she's mine.
And I plan to savor every moment.
Twenty-Three
Rose
The taste of his skin, the sound of his voice in my ear, the pressure of his body pinning me down, all of it spins my mind out, makes my nerves light up like a Christmas tree. Soren’s hands are everywhere, greedy, taking what he wants but giving it back tenfold. The ripped-open dress exposes me fully, nothing between us now. His mouth travels down, biting, tongue flicking, soothing, then biting again. Each time he marks me, the fire in my belly blazes hotter and hotter.
He slides down my body, biting a trail from my nipples to the softness of my belly, then lower, until he’s between my legs, spreading me wide. The sound he makes as he looks at me, fully exposed to him, has me clenching inside, then he’s diving in with his mouth, tongue fucking me expertly, in a way that has my back arching off the mattress.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, but he doesn’t stop.
He’s relentless, lapping, sucking, using his fingers to stretch me open until I’m shaking. I come against his tongue, hard andfast, an aftershock of the day’s chaos exploding out of me. Soren just moans against me, like he’s drinking down the orgasm, and when I finally collapse back to the bed, he comes up grinning, lips slick, eyes pure black.
“You taste like forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, Rose,” he says, and I laugh, out of breath and sanity. “And I am a very hungry demon.”
Before I can come up with a comeback, he’s inside me, pushing in slow and deep, taking his time with it, making sure I feel every inch as he enters me. My body opens for him like it was waiting, needing to be filled just like this. He holds himself above me, forearms braced on either side of my head.
He starts slow, hips rolling in a too-slow rhythm that’s taunting. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks.
I can’t speak, I just moan and nod my head ‘yes’.
He fucks me faster, harder, pace building, then flips us without warning so I’m straddling him, impaled and gasping, his cock so deep it’s almost painful. I ride him, arms braced on his chest, using him for my own pleasure as I chase my orgasm. Soren grabs my hips, forcing me to take him deeper.
“Look at you,” he says, watching me with eyes that see everything. “Witch on top, finally in charge. You want to know what I’m thinking?”
“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
He pulls me down, mouth at my ear. “I want to see you lose it. Want to watch you come apart on my cock. Show me.”
I want to fight, but there’s nothing left. I chase the next high, grinding down, chasing friction, using his hands on my ass forleverage. I’m so close already, the edge right there, and Soren knows it. He slides a hand between us, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and the orgasm hits before I can stop it, crashing over me with so much force I see stars. My thighs clamp around him, and my head drops to his shoulder, lost.
He sits up, holding me on his lap, his mouth on my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “That’s it,” he whispers, and I realize he’s barely holding back, waiting for me to ride it out.
I rock against him, greedier now, wanting to milk every last drop. Soren’s hands find my tits, squeeze hard, and I gasp, wanting more.
I feel another orgasm winding up, and this one is going to kill me.
He stands with me still impaled on his cock, and carries me to the wall, pushing my back against the cold surface. His strength is unreal, nothing about this should be possible, not the multiple orgasms either, but maybe that’s because demons like him are sexperts? And he makes it look easy. He fucks me against the wall, and the new angle has me screaming his name, unable to care if the entire dorm can hear.
“Tell me what you want,” he commands, holding my wrists above my head.
I almost say “everything,” but the word that comes out is, “Harder.”
He laughs and obliges.
This time, when I come, it’s a full-body exorcism, and Soren finally loses his control, shuddering as he unloads inside me.
We both slide down the wall, boneless and sweaty, a mess on the floor. For a minute I can’t move, don’t want to move. Soren just holds me, arms tight around my waist, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he says, finally.
“Yeah,” I agree, head spinning. “Fuck.”
