Page 57 of Throne of Ice and Blood
A deep groan comes from his chest. It vibrates against my already throbbing clit and makes pleasure crackle through my veins. A moan spills from my lips.
Draven lets out a dark chuckle, full of wicked satisfaction, which vibrates even more against my sensitive clit.
Squirming furiously against the wall, I try to remember how to breathe as Draven takes my clit between his lips again.
I gasp as he nips at it.
His fingers dig into my hips as he holds me firmly in place while he moves down to my entrance and slides his tongue over it. A whimper escapes me.
He pushes his tongue inside me.
Lightning crackles through my veins. My entire body is thrumming with pent-up tension. I drag in unsteady breaths as Draven fucks me with his tongue. Gripping his hair hard, I moan as I tumble closer to an orgasm.
Draven angles his head and slides his tongue over my clit again.
Another whimper drips from my lips.
He lets out another smug chuckle that vibrates against my already pulsing clit.
The pent-up tension inside me is so intense that I feel like I’m going to scream if I don’t get release soon.
Draven torments my clit with commanding strokes. I clench my hands harder in his hair. He slides his tongue over my clit again. And then flicks it.
Pleasure crashes through me.
Gasping up into the ceiling, I almost collapse to the floor as release pulses through my body with enough force to make my legs shake. Draven tightens his grip on my hips, holding me up and keeping me on my feet, while he continues teasing my clit with his tongue to intensify the orgasm.
Incoherent moans spill from my lips, and black spots dance before my eyes. My legs are shaking so much that I wouldn’t be able to stand if it weren’t for Draven’s hands on my hips.
When the last of the orgasm has faded, my chest is heaving so much that all I can do is to just lean against the wall behind me and stare up into the ceiling. My heart is pounding against my ribs.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out between heavy breaths.
Draven kisses the inside of my thigh before releasing my hips and guiding my left leg back to the floor.
It takes conscious effort to unclench my fingers and slide them back out of his hair. I throw one hand out and brace it against the wall to help me keep my balance as I tilt my head back down.
Draven is still on his knees before me. His eyes glitter in the faelight as he flashes me a devilish smile. “How was that for revenge?”
A breathless laugh bubbles from my throat, and I shake my head at him while trying to fight the smile that’s spreading across my own mouth.
He raises his eyebrows, that wicked satisfaction still on his features. “What?”
I slide my free hand along his jaw. To my utter astonishment, it makes a shudder roll through his body. The sight of it makes my heart do a backflip in my chest.
A wicked grin spreads across my mouth. “I was just thinking how good you look on your knees before my feet.”
Dark desire and forbidden promises glint in his eyes as he slowly stands up so that he’s towering over me instead. He slides one hand around my throat, pinning me to the wall, and draws the other up my thigh. My breath hitches as his hand stops right in front of my pussy.
“Don’t get cocky, little rebel.” He flashes me a sly smirk. “You and I both know that I can have you begging for my cock with just a few strategic strokes of my fingers.”
“A few strokes?” I taunt while raising my eyebrows. “Now who’s getting cocky?”
I gasp as he flicks my still sensitive clit with his fingers.
That devilish smile on his lips grows wider. “You were saying?”
Reaching up towards the hand he keeps around my throat, I wrap my own hand around his wrist and lock eyes full of challenge on him. “I’m saying that maybe you should stop running your mouth and prove it instead.”
