Page 66 of Touched By Sin
“There’s a good girl,” he taunts, slapping me a little too hard to be gentle.
My pussy clamps down on him, eager for whatever humiliating shit he’s ready to dole out.
“I love the fucking fire in your eyes,” he tells me, squeezing my cheeks before wrapping his fingers around my throat. “I thought it was gone, but now the flames burn higher than ever.” As if to make a point, he moves his wings up and down behind him, then winks.Who’s in charge, baby?
From somewhere deep inside, something truly dark surfaces, and I kick him off.
As he stumbles to the ground, I give a hard yank, and the rope tied around my wrists falls to the floor. I don’t stop to question how the fuck I developed such strength. Not when he’s lying naked on the floor like a fucking feast.
I straddle his lap, stuff his mouth with my panties, and sink onto his cock, moaning at the delicious stretch. “Fucking hell,” I hiss, my nails digging into his chest as I begin to move. “Your dick feels so fucking good…”
He tries to spit the gag out, but I don’t let him. When he reaches for it, I grab his jaw, baring the column of his neck. His veiny hands land on my hips. We both know he could throw me off any minute, but he lets me play my games.
“Nu-uh!” I breathe, dragging my tongue up his neck while riding him slow and deep. “You’re my good boy, remember? Now you let me take what I need, okay?”
His fingers flex on my hips. He’s fighting the urge to teach me a lesson. And he could.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, forcing his dark gaze to mine. “Give me those beautiful eyes.” I roll my hips faster, harder. Then I lean back, balancing my hands on his thighs behind me as I let my head fall back.
Daemon shoves my dress down until it bunches around my waist, and then the warm palm of his hand slides up between my breasts and wraps around my neck. He’s trying to take back power, but I don’t mind. Not when he tweaks a nipple so expertly with his other hand.
“Oh, God,” I whimper while bouncing on his dick, chasing the orgasm at the end of the rainbow. “Oh, fuck, Daemon…” My tits bob, my arousal coating his dick and balls. The sound of slapping skin fills the room. I’m coming apart. I won’t survive this climax. It’ll be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. “Your dick feels so fucking amazing!” I can’t fuck him any harder. My thighs burn from exertion, but I still need more, just a little more. Reaching down, I rub my clit fast and hard until the earth splits open and its core spills out. I orgasm with a scream, collapsing on top of Daemon, out of breath and exhausted.
He flips us over, stuffs my fucking panties in my mouth, and proceeds to fuck me so hard that I’ll have friction burns on my back tomorrow. Sweat drips from his nose as he chases his own release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Pulling out, he shifts up my body, his knees on either side of my shoulders. He removes the gag, ordering me to stick my tongue out, which I do very willingly. The corded muscles in his arms strain as he jerks his cock, coating my face with his release. Thick white strings of cum land on my lips and cheeks. “Fuck, little angel…”
I gaze up at him, eagerly catching his cum with my tongue. Every drop. When he’s done, and the last spurt of release drips off my chin, he collapses next to me on the bed. Our wings—now tucked beneath us—overlap, his on top of mine, black on white.
“Shit, that was…” he starts, rolling his head on the pillow and sweeping his dark eyes over my face, “…something else.”
“Something else?” I burst out laughing, and he soon joins in. We descend into chuckles and giggles that last long into the morning.
ChapterNineteen
AURELIA
“Wake up, sleepyheads!”
Cold water hits me in the face, and I shoot upright, coughing and spluttering. Beside me, Daemon flies off the bed and tackles Alaric to the ground. “You motherfucker!”
Ronan hands me a lit-up joint. “You might want this after last night’s sexcapades and this morning’s rude awakening by Alaric.”
Accepting the joint, I bring it to my lips and take a deep pull. My wet and soppy hair coats my forehead and cheeks. I brush it off, watching the boys roll around like tumbleweeds on the floor. My soaked nightdress molds to my every curve. I’m freezing now but fuck it, this joint is good.
Placing his knee on the bed, Ronan falls forward onto his hands and smiles against my lips. I blow the smoke into his mouth while the sound of a struggle continues. “You’re naughty,” Ronan whispers, his lips dragging over my cheek to my ear, his breath tickling my skin. “I like it.”
I don’t answer.
The embers crackle and smoke swirls in patterns. I squint through it at Alaric and Daemon on the floor. They both have bloodied lips and split knuckles, but they’re laughing now.
Daemon shakes out his wet hair. “Just you fucking wait until you’re asleep next time.”
Hopping to his feet, Alaric snatches the joint from me and places it between his lips while I blink up at him.
“Excuse me!”
He smiles at me before pursing his lips around the joint and inhaling deeply. I wait him out, my eyes narrowed. After blowing a smoke ring or two, he puts the joint between his lips again. “Yeah?”
“I was smoking that!”
