Page 38 of God Touched

"I didn't lie to you either." Arawan's fingers trailed up one bare thigh. "Do you remember what I told you in the darkness? When I come inside of you for the first time, it'll be my tongue and then my cock?"

Fuck, Imogen could barely stand to look at him, let alone reply. He was a beautiful monster, and he was staring at her like a starving wolf stared at a lost lamb.

His sharp smile was his only warning before his mouth dropped between her thighs and devoured her. Imogen's leg strained against the bonds, but they held her in place. Arawan's strong hand grabbed her by one breast, pinning her to the table with his powerful strength.

Imogen couldn't hold in the sounds being torn from her. His tongue circled the tiny nub of her clit, and her hips lifted clean off the table. Arawan's hand went underneath her, gripping her ass tight and holding her hips so she couldn't pull back from his ravaging mouth. His tongue thrust inside of her, and she cried out.

Imogen felt out of control and entirely at his mercy. And he was nothing if not fucking merciless. He didn't stop eating her, didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. When she was about to lose her mind, her orgasm slammed into her, sending bright lights sparking in her vision.

Arawan's tongue dipped back into her, lapping at her cum and sending her spiraling. Her inner walls clenched around his tongue, and he hummed in pleasure against her.

"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, looking at her swollen, glistening flesh.

Imogen felt the bonds around her legs loosen half a second before he picked her up and flipped her over. He tore the rest of her dress away before his leg went between hers, kicking them out wider.

Arawan's hand stroked over the curve of her ass before gliding up her spine. His fingers gripped her hair, bunching it in his hand and pulling her head back. He kissed her, his tongue pushing against hers.

"Now, this is the only feast I wanted tonight," he growled, staring at her naked body. "Fuck, you are beautiful like this, my flower. Naked, needy, and ready for my cock. You are even more perfect than I imagined you would be."

Imogen pushed back against him and groaned when she felt his bare skin against her. She didn't know when he got naked and didn't care. She wanted to feel his strong body pressed tight against her.

"Tell me that you want me," Arawan commanded, his voice like dark magic in her ear. Imogen groaned in frustration, her whole body aching for him and oversensitive like an exposed nerve.

"I want you. Fuck, I've wanted you since the first second I saw you. I have tried to want anyone and anything else since, but it's all fucking useless because it's always been you!" she shouted her confession, furious at him for ruining her for all others.

Arawan kissed her cheek; his laugh was infuriating and triumphant. "Good," he whispered and thrust the head of his dick inside of her.

Imogen moaned, trying to shift to push him in further, but he held her tight, easing his way inside her inch by glorious inch. When he was fully seated inside her, he kissed her bare shoulders and held her to him.

"Fuck, you are so tight I could come right now," he groaned.

"Don't you dare," she threatened, making him laugh.

Arawan nipped her neck. "Never fear, darling. I will make sure you enjoy yourself before I fill this sweet cunt."

Imogen went to sass him again, but he pulled back and thrust so hard into her, the air left her lungs. He was so fucking big that she felt him hit her limit with every firm glide.

She tried to use the table for leverage, her nails scoring the wood as she tried to find purchase. The edge was digging into her hips, but she didn't care. Nothing should feel this good. She was almost weeping; she was so blissed out. Arawan shifted, dragging her off the table and into his lap.

"You did say this throne was meant for two," he said, his teeth closing over her earlobe. He spread her, dragging each leg over the arms of the throne. She felt so exposed and decadent and loved every second of it.

Arawan's hand moved down to stroke where they were joined before circling her clit. His other hand cupped her breast. Imogen tipped her face to the side so she could catch his lips in a biting, demanding kiss. He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her groan. His hips rose up, his cock rocking deeper into her.

"Go on, little hunter, make me feel like a king," he growled in challenge.

Imogenloveda challenge. She rolled her hips in a slow circle, making a curse escape his lips. That was all the encouragement she needed. She was beyond caring, beyond any kind of self-consciousness or self-preservation. She rode his cock like it was the cure for everything that ailed her.

Arawan growled something in Ancient Welsh and held her tight to him to keep her from sliding too far away. His fingers looped around her aching clit with every hard thrust of his dick.

When Imogen's orgasm hit her, she screamed his name like a curse. Arawan lifted her up and dumped her on the table onto her back. He dragged her heel boots over his shoulders and slammed back into her.

Imogen clutched at her breasts to keep them from bouncing. Arawan leaned over her to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he came hard inside her.

Imogen's hands shook as she brushed them through his sweat-damp hair. He was staring at her in awe that she had never seen before. She looked at her boots wrapped around him and stifled a grin.

"What?" he asked, smiling back at her.

"I always knew these boots would match your shoulders, that's all," she admitted.

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