Page 70 of Throne of Ice and Blood
His massive black wings explode into view as he performs a half-shift, making a small cloud of black smoke drift through the air. Before I have even finished sucking in a startled breath, Draven has flown across the room. I stumble back a step as he lands right in front of me.
Pressing the advantage, he takes a step forward, forcing me to retreat again. My heart flutters in my chest as he keeps advancing on me while I find myself backing into his bedroom.
“You troublesome little rebel,” he says as he continues backing me across the room. “Do you know the torture youput me through when you walked into the room half-naked like that?”
I’m just about to open my mouth to reply, but then the back of my thighs abruptly hit the edge of Draven’s bed and I lose my balance. Spinning my arms, I try to steady myself.
Draven places his palm against my chest and gives me a shove.
I topple backwards onto the bed.
Dark gray sheets crinkle underneath me as I scramble backwards while trying to sit up.
“Allow me to demonstrate,” Draven continues as he climbs onto the bed as well.
My back hits the headboard with a thud.
Draven cocks his head. “Unless you don’t think you can handle it, of course?”
I shoot him a grin full of challenge back. “Oh I can handle you just fine, Shadow of Death.”
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. He jerks his chin. “Then lie down and place your hands above your head.”
My pulse thrums and fire pools at my core as I obey his command and scoot down a little so that I can lie down on my back. The wooden headboard is cool against my skin as I move my hands up over my head and rest them against the headboard.
Metal glints in the lone faelight by the dresser as Draven spins the handcuffs around his finger again. Then he sits so that he is straddling my chest as he reaches up towards my wrists.
My heart jerks in anticipation when Draven locks one side of the handcuffs around my wrist. They’re made of steel, not iron, so they don’t block my magic or sap my strength. After threading them through the wooden bars of the headboard, he grabs my other wrist and moves it closer. Then he snaps the other manacle shut around that wrist as well. It leaves both of my hands shackled and locked to the headboard.
Draven shifts backwards until he is standing on his knees over my legs. When he meets my gaze again, there is a wicked smirk playing over his lips. “Nervous?”
I hold his gaze. “Never.”
A yelp escapes my lips as Draven suddenly grabs me by the hips and yanks me downwards on the bed. Soft sheets brush against my skin as I slide down along the bed until my arms are stretched fully above my head. Because of the handcuffs trapping me to the headboard, I can’t even bend my arms anymore.
I draw in a breath to steady my suddenly racing heart as Draven moves so that he is straddling my right thigh. While settling his weight on it, he uses his hand to push my other leg to the side, exposing my pussy to him.
With my heart pattering against my ribs, I glance up at the handcuffs and try pulling against them. They don’t give an inch.
Sliding my gaze back to Draven, I arch a cocky eyebrow. “I knew it. Iknewyou liked handcuffs in bed.”
His eyes glitter as he leans down over me, so close that I can feel his breath against my skin. A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine as he brushes his lips along my jaw before slanting them over my mouth, just shy of touching.
“Of course I do. Anything that gives me control.” He slides a hand up my throat while whispering against my lips, “And now, you are going to beg. And plead. And grovel.”
“If you think it will be that easy, you?—”
A gasp rips from my lungs as he draws his fingers firmly over my already throbbing clit. Moving with expert precision, he rubs his thumb over my clit again and again. I press the back of my head down on the soft mattress as pleasure begins pulsing inside me, building like a storm.
“You were saying?” Draven taunts.
And I want to answer his challenge, but unfortunately, all that makes it out of my mouth is a moan.
He lets out a smug chuckle.
While still sliding his thumb over my clit, he moves his index and middle finger down and teases my entrance. I yank against the handcuffs and curl my fingers into fists as the tension inside me builds.
A jolt shoots up my spine as Draven pushes both fingers inside me.
