Page 66 of The Demon Crown

And damn it. She wanted to feel powerful for once in her life. Varya didn’t want to feel like the thief who stole for her people and then slipped away with no connections. She wanted to feel like someone gave a shit about what happened to her.

So she would take this moment, and him, in her hands. This would not slip away from her, no matter what shadows or memories clogged her mind.

Focusing her attention on the body in front of her, she unbuttoned his vest and then dragged his shirt out of his waistband. Crouched between his legs now, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the rigid abs that she revealed as she drew the shirt up.

He was a man built for battle. Scars decorated his flesh, and she wondered if he’d let them stay there. She’d seen him like this before, but now he was laid out in front of her like a banquet. Not sick. Not ill. Just staring at her with those gleaming eyes as he waited to see what she would do.

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his stomach and smiled against the jolting muscles. Tongue and teeth trailed down his side as she reached his waistband and made quick work of the ties.

Then she drew back just enough to pull him out from his leathers and...

“Oh,” she whispered.

His smug grin made her want to smack it off his face. “Too much for you?”

A bit. If she was being honest.

The thick, veiny appendage was larger than she’d ever seen in person. And Varya had seen a few in her lifetime. But by the gods, it made her mouth water. She wanted to touch him, taste him, slide her tongue up that throbbing vein and taste the pearly white droplet on the top. More than anything, she wanted to suck him so deep into her mouth that he couldn’t talk for just a few damn seconds.

Varya wet her lips before she grasped him. And then she gave him one long lick from base to tip that had him tilting his head back against the floor and groaning.

His back arched again, all those lovely muscles flexing before her eyes. Sliding one of her hands up his stomach, she clawed into his chest. Little pinpricks of pain that made him hiss out a breath and then glare down at her.

He’d said he wanted her pain, hadn’t he? She would give him his own if that’s what he wanted.

“Bratty little thing,” he snarled. “But you know how to suck a cock.”

She squeezed the base of him harder, sliding him all the way out of her mouth slowly. Taking her time so he could feel the flat of her tongue against every inch of him before she let him drop out of her mouth. “Are you complaining?”

He arched a brow but remained silent.

Good enough.

Varya circled the tip of him, slow and never quite enough because she liked the idea of punishing him. Making him wait. And she knew what a sight she presented. The short waves of her hair spread across his thighs, her ass in the air, while that dress pooled on either side of her. She made eye contact with a deep pull of him between her lips, nearly touching the back of her throat, and there was still so much of him left.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

He’d pushed up onto his elbow so he could watch her better, but suddenly it felt like he was in control again. She moved faster, sucked harder, drawing more and more compliments from him because the mannever shut up.

“Yes, Varya. Good girl, now faster. Just like that. Gods, you’re so fucking talented with that wicked tongue of yours.”

She let him slid out of her mouth with a wet pop before snarling, “For gods’ sake, do you ever shut up?”

“Make me.” His eyes glittered with challenge, and she knew he expected her to lunge upright. To climb on top of his lap and cover his lips with hers as she sank down onto this massive cock.

She wanted to. Gods, she wanted to.

But Varya knew what that would mean. She knew he would take and she would give and it would never stop.

Besides, she hated being predictable.

In a swift movement, she both shoved him down onto the ground and turned herself around. Knees now planted above his shoulders, she flipped her skirt out of the way so she could glare over his shoulder at his shocked and heated expression. “Can you at least keep yourself busy?”

“Fuck,” he growled before planting his hand on the back of her neck and shoving her down where she’d been.

She gripped his cock firmly, holding perhaps a little too tight. And she’d only just started to suck him again when he gave her dripping pussy a long, slow lick.

Lightning.

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