Fisted her hair.
I yanked her head back, hard enough to draw a gasp. My fingers found the edge of the mask, pulling it tight just long enough to make her breath catch. She exhaled sharply.
I reached for her hips and pulled her toward me. Her skin was so soft under my palms. I slid my hand down the curve of her spine, fingers tracing the ridges of each vertebra like piano keys. I eased my knee between her thighs, moving them apart. She opened for me without hesitation, already trembling for me.
I let my hand glide over the round swell of her ass, squeezing gently before slipping lower. My fingers found her soaked and swollen pussy, so ready that it made my cock throb.
Still, I took my time. I dropped to my knees.
Gripping her thighs, I pulled her down onto my face. The moment I exhaled warm breath over her clit, she gasped so loud, like I had struck a nerve made only for me.
“Don’t move,” I growled against her flesh.
She froze.
I licked her slowly, up the slick seam of her lower lips, pausing just long enough to flick the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit. She whimpered.
I bit her. Just lightly.
She cried out. My tongue moved in slow, greedy circles, teasing her, tasting her. I licked deeper, tongue pressing again to her clit, faster now, relentless.
She moaned with her head tilted back, body shaking.
I reached up, hands spreading her thighs wider, holding her open for me. Then I slid a finger into her. She clenched around it immediately, her whole body tightening. Then another.
My fingers curled just right, stroking her from the inside while my tongue never left her clit. I could feel her pulse against my mouth. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. She was close, teetering right at the edge.
“You taste like the sweetest sin,” I murmured into her, then sucked harder, pressing deep inside her with my fingers, feeling her tighten.
I kept licking through it, dragging every last wave from her body until she collapsed forward, twitching, still perched on my mouth, fucked senseless.
I finally pulled back, my chin wet from her, and looked up at her.
“Move back,” I said, hungry for her. “I’m not finished with you.”
I stood up, pulling her onto me; her wrists were shackled above her head. The chains bit into her skin just enough to make her arch.
I stepped in front of her slowly. Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, lips red from little bites after every moan she left.
I reached up and tore the mask from her face, letting it drop to the floor. My lips crashed into hers, desperately, devouring the sounds she made. She tasted like sweat, a mix of sweet and salty. My hand tangled in her hair as I pulled her closer, claiming every breath, every sound.
“Mmine,” I growled.
I unzipped my pants, and they hit the floor, making my hard cock spring free. She raised one leg up onto my hip, and I caught her by the waist, dragging her closer, aligning us.
This time, I didn’t shove. I pressed. Slow. Controlled. Inch by inch, I filled her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she gasped through it, her fingers curling around the cold chains above her. The way she held on made something possessive rise inside me.
I gave her a moment. Just a moment.
Then I fucked her.
My hips snapped forward, faster and deeper with each thrust. The wet slap of our bodies filled the room, tangled with the rattle of her restraints and the moans she couldn’t suppress. Her head dropped back, throat exposed, body arching with every stroke.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Fucking dripping for me.”
She whimpered. No words. Just the cry of my name.
“Dorian, please,” she gasped, breathless. “Just don’t stop.”
