Page 113 of Throne of Ice and Blood
He bites my bottom lip in revenge while growling, “Such a fucking troublesome little menace, aren’t you?”
I laugh against his lips and slide my hand up and down his cock again at the same time as I use my other hand to caress his wing. His knees buckle for a moment. He forces out a long, steadying breath through his nose as he straightens.
“Now you’ve done it,” he threatens against my mouth.
Grabbing the back of my thighs, he lifts me up from the floor and guides my legs around his hips. I’m forced to release his cock and instead lock my fingers behind the back of his neck. His mouth dominates mine with savage kisses as he carries me towards his bed.
He tries to throw me down on it, but I keep my legs wrapped firmly around his waist. A curse that is half exasperation, half approval rumbles from his chest. After slipping one arm around my back, he climbs onto the bed and then leans forward to lay me down on it instead.
Once my back is resting against the soft mattress, he slides his arm out from underneath me and straightens so that he is sitting on his knees. Then he grabs my ankles, which I still kept locked behind his back, and forces my legs away from his waist.
With a firm grip on my ankles, he spreads my legs wide before pressing them down against the bed. Then he slides his confident hands up my calves and towards my thighs instead.Lightning skitters across my skin at his possessive touch, and my clit aches with need.
I try to close my legs so that I can press my thighs together to help ease the throbbing in my clit, but Draven places his hands on the inside of my thighs and forces my legs to remain spread wide.
Then he leans down and drags his tongue along my pussy.
A jolt shoots up my spine, and I gasp as I arch up from the bed.
Draven’s fingers dig into my thighs as he holds me trapped while he swirls his tongue around my aching clit. Pleasure spears through me, and a moan rips from my lips. I slide my hands through his hair, gripping it hard.
He tortures my clit with slow and luxurious strokes of his tongue until I’m squirming and panting on his sheets.
“Draven,” I gasp.
His teeth scrape against my throbbing clit. Lightning shoots up my spine. Gripping his hair harder, I squirm and wiggle my hips.
“Draven.” His name drips from my mouth like a moan. “Draven, please.”
He lets out a dark chuckle that vibrates against my sensitive clit. “Oh I do so love hearing you beg.”
Straightening, he releases my thighs and instead grips my wrists. After forcing my hands away from his hair, he pins them to the mattress above my head as he leans down over me.
The tip of his cock brushes against my entrance.
Another moan escapes me. My body is so tightly wound that it feels like my very soul is vibrating. Draven claims my lips with a possessive kiss, stealing that moan and the very air from my lungs.
Then he thrusts into me.
I gasp into his mouth as he sheaths himself inside me fully with that one powerful thrust. Pleasure pulses through me at the feeling of him filling me completely.
While still stealing my breath with demanding kisses, he draws his cock out and then slams back in again. My body jolts on the soft sheets. I groan in pleasure and curl my fingers. Draven tightens his grip on my wrists and then thrusts into me again.
I drag in a shuddering breath at the incredible friction it creates. Tension builds inside me as Draven starts up a commanding pace. I adjust my hips, creating an even better angle.
Pleasure crackles through me, making lights flicker in my brain.
I yank against Draven’s grip on my wrists.
“Please,” I moan. “Please let me touch you.”
He keeps pounding into me for another few seconds, denying my request. Then he whispers against my mouth, “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.”
His strong hands disappear from my wrists as he releases me and instead braces himself on the mattress. I slide one hand up his throat and take a firm grip right underneath his jaw.
Lust flares up in his eyes like fire.
“I will make you regret that,” I promise, a wicked smile on my lips.
