Page 71 of Throne of Ice and Blood
I gasp, staring up into his gleaming eyes. His face is still right in front of me, and he still keeps his other hand around my throat, as he studies every expression on my face.
Pleasure ripples through my veins as Draven begins thrusting his fingers in and out.
Another moan spills from my lips, along with a whimper.
The smirk on his face widens.
My heart slams against my ribs as Draven brings me closer and closer to an orgasm. I squirm against the sheets and suck in short shallow breaths as the edge draws ever closer. Draven rubs my clit with firm motions. I’m almost there. One more and then I will?—
He abruptly stops moving his fingers.
I drag in a strangled breath and blink against the sudden disorientation as my orgasm starts to fade before it could even begin.
“If you think it will be that easy…” Draven taunts, echoing my own words, while wicked amusement shines on his stupidly handsome face.
My responding curse only makes it halfway out of my mouth before it’s cut off by a gasp when Draven begins rubbing my clit again. Pleasure once more starts building inside me as he thrusts his fingers as well.
I drag in an unsteady breath.
I squirm underneath him and yank against the handcuffs as he brings me back towards an orgasm. Pent-up release thrums inside me as he slides his thumb over just the right spot. Pleasure builds, just waiting for release. One more second and then?—
He stops moving his hands.
A snarl rips from my throat.
Draven just laughs.
And then brings me to the edge of another orgasm but stops right before release can actually crash through me.
Then he does it again.
And again.
When he does it for the seventh time in a row, I’m ready to scream my lungs out.
My whole body is practically vibrating underneath him as he stops moving his fingers right before release can find me. I gasp in ragged breaths. My chest heaves. I feel like my brain is going to melt and my body is going to explode from the pent-up tension.
“Draven,” I gasp out. “Please.”
He starts teasing my clit and begins slowly thrusting his fingers again.
A whimper spills from my lips.
“Oh Goddess,” I plead as tension once more starts building inside me.
Draven tightens his hand around my throat and leans down to speak directly against my mouth. “Your goddess can’t help you.”
He curls his fingers inside me.
I gasp and yank desperately against the handcuffs.
His eyes glint as he locks them on me. “I am your God now.”
Pent-up need pulses inside me like a thrashing storm. I’m going to die if I don’t get release soon. I’m going to combust and my brain is going to shatter and I?—
“So beg me,” he commands.
“Please.” The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it, but I don’t even care anymore. “Draven. Please, I’m begging you.”
