Page 77 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

Ravv lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to me. His finger teased my opening, and I cried out again as he slid it inside me, stretching me.

His tongue moved faster, the pressure growing more intense as he dragged me closer and closer to the edge again.

I had never felt so full… or so hot.

My body writhed and rocked in desperation.

I cracked my eyes open and stared down at Ravv. Seeing his face at the apex of my thighs, his hands gripping me, filling me…

It was too much.

I cried out as I lost control again, my body clenching around his fingers as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

It was bliss.

Veil, it was bliss.

My head pressed harder to the wall as I struggled to catch my breath.

“You did so damn well, Lae.”

The praise made me feel good.

Really, really good.

He stood up and released me long enough to grab the soap, dragging the thick bar to my hair. I didn’t tell him I’d already washed it as he pulled me away from the wall, his body so tight against mine that I could feel him breathe. His erection pressed against my lower back while he massaged my scalp.

“Thanks,” I whispered into his mind. “I can wash myself.”

“No.” He continued his massage. “And thank me by telling me the next time you need a release.”

“That would feel like breaking some unspoken rule between us, and you’re busy, anyway.”

“Then we set new rules.” His hands slid down my neck, and I groaned when he tilted my head forward to massage the muscles there.

The conversation was starting to feel like the end of one we’d had in the bathing pool in Jirev… and I didn’t mind that.

Not at all.

But I still wasn’t sure he really wanted to continue growing closer. “You don’t owe me anything. I forgave you for bringing me into your mess, remember? I can take care of myself in every way.”

And if I couldn’t, which seemed fairly likely, I’d figure it out.

“I didn’t ask whether you could, I told you that you’re not going to,” he growled back. “You’re mine, Lae. That means you’re mine to take care of. I’m sorry I left you alone in here for so long, but it won’t happen again. My new rule is that you tell me when you need to get off, and I touch you when I want to see you lose control. Make your own rule in retaliation, or don’t.”

Veil, he was ridiculously good at getting what he wanted.

I supposed that made him a good king.

But I had to reestablish some semblance of control in our relationship. And while he was the king, all I really had control of was myself.

“My rule is that we don’t have sex.”

He jerked his head in a nod.

“That means no asking me. No suggesting it or mentioning it either,” I added.

If we were together that way, it would change everything for me. He would be my first, and that would inevitably mean something to me.

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