Asher’s inhaled gasp was delicious. A sound that could undo me as swiftly as my hand. She remained laying down, watching while I untied the ropes that secured the curtains back and kept each as I went.
When I had four of the silver ties, I began my slow stalk towards her once more, each step sending her heart racing faster—her breaths coming harder. I could not read minds, but I knew what Asher was thinking—felt the lust and desire radiating from her. She filled the room with it, making my head swim and my cock throb.
At the end of the table, I stopped, peering down at the way the light reflected between her thighs and highlighted how tauntingly wet she was.
Unable to help myself, I took my finger and slowly grazed it up her core. Her back arched, breasts bouncing and throat vibrating as she moaned. Her eyes found mine as I sucked on my finger, tasting her. Savoring her.
I winked, then moved to the side of the table where her head was. She gazed at the bulge in my leathers, and I felt my own cheeks heat at the intensity of that stare.
“Not yet, Princess,” I whispered to her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.
Instead of standing back up, I grabbed her hand and yanked it towards the corner of the table. She let out a yelp, and it took everything in me not to laugh at her baffled expression.
Then I began tying the rope around her wrist. The confusion made way for pure need as she realized what I was doing.
When I had made a tight enough knot, remembering her comment about the pleasure of the rope rubbing, I leaned the rest of the way down and secured the rope to the leg of the table. I repeated this with her other wrist then slowly moved towards her legs, tying her ankles too.
One look at my handy work nearly had me losing my control. She was glorious, arms and legs spread so no part of her was hidden from me. Between her thighs she remained wet and hot, calling to me like a beacon in the night.
“Such a long journey we had, Princess. Are you as hungry as I am?” I asked as I leaned forward, placing my palms on the table.
She looked at my face for but a moment before her eyes found my trousers. Found my cock. I growled, an animal hunger taking over.
“Starved,” was her only response.
Then I was on her, my mouth sinking between her legs and desperately lapping up the results of her desire. She wiggled and jerked, indecent and erotic moans leaving her lips in irregular intervals. I reached down and tightened the ropes with the ends I had left free, having figured I would need to adjust later on.
Now she was pinned, but it seemed the bite of pain had only turned her on further. As if to prove those thoughts correct, she gasped in pleasure. Further encouraged, I slipped two of my fingers inside of her and gave a slight shake of my head. Arching my fingers as I added a third, I leaned in further and devoured her. She tasted like nothing I had ever experienced before, a sweet and salty concoction that had liquid beading in my trousers.
I continued my ministrations, rasping praise against her as she writhed and bucked on the table—encouraging her to come for me, to give me what I wanted.
And she did.
Asher let out a beautiful scream of pleasure, orgasming onto my tongue and pulling on the ropes so hard that I knew she would have bruises. But she did not seem to care. No, Asher was not finished in the slightest.
“More, demon. Give me more,” she ordered, her voice taking on that haunting tone of The Manipulator.
With my shield of black flames down, I was unable to fight off the order. But I did not want to. No, I would never deny her, never dream of doing so. Not now, when I knew that she loved me. That she was mine.
“Yes, Your Highness,” I said, slowly unbuttoning my trousers and letting them fall before tugging my shirt off in one swift motion.
I grabbed onto my hard cock, pumping as I made my way back to the head of the table. She smirked, but I could see the way she eyed me, the hunger in her gaze.
When I reached her, she opened her mouth—impatient as ever. I thought about teasing her, considered how I could draw this out, but Asher was fast.
In my mouth, Bellamy. Put it in my mouth, now.
With her silent orders ringing in my head, I shoved myself down her throat, listening as she gagged when I was halfway in. I nearly pulled out, but then she adjusted, beginning to work me inside of her mouth with alternating sucks and licks and taking me deeper with every thrust I offered.
When her teeth grazed me, I hissed in pleasure, pounding harder. She moaned, the vibration sending me into a frenzy. I could see how wet she still was, the way she glittered in the light begging me to take her.
I ripped myself out, bending down to loosen the ties at her wrists before making my way to her legs and untying her ankles. When both were undone, I tied them together, forcing her legs to remain tightly shut. Then I pulled her as far as the ropes around her wrists would allow, her ass nearly hanging off the edge.
Bound ankles in hand, I straightened her legs, resting her feet on my chest. And, just as her eyes met mine, I thrust the entirety of my length inside of her. She bit back a cry, arms ripping on the silver ropes, but they did not budge.
“Come on, Princess. Scream for me. Say my name.” And then I began pounding into her, holding her legs to anchor her to me.
Filthy curses mingled with my name, and once or twice I heard her mention Eternity. She was my Eternity. My salvation. And every thrust, every sound that slipped past her lips, had my orgasm building, rising like a steep mountain peak.
