“Okay,” I decide on at last. “I trust you.”
Pride shines in his eyes at hearing those words. “Good girl.” He runs his finger up and down my cheek. “But you’ll need a safe word before we go any further.”
I frown. “Can’t we just use the word stop?”
He smirks slightly before becoming serious. “How often do you say the word stop without actually meaning it? If you say stop, I might slow down, but if you use your safe word, I’ll stop everything I’m doing, regardless of the situation.”
Oh. That makes sense.
Heat dusts my cheeks as I think. “Umm…maybe watermelon?”
There’s no way in hell I would be chanting out watermelon during sex.
“Watermelon,” Rafe repeats, his expression considerate. Then he nods. “Okay. Watermelon it is.”
“So…what’s next? What’s going to— Oh!” I let out a cry of alarm as a burst of magic pushes me onto my back on the bed and then spreads my arms and legs.
Rafe moves to stand beside the bed, a wickedly sinful smirk on his face. He reaches behind him for a dagger he must’ve kept in the waistband of his shorts and creates a shallow cut on his palm. Red magic swirls through the air and coils around first one of my wrists, then the other, tying them to the bedpost. They solidify seconds later, creating impenetrable bindings.
I struggle futilely against them, but I don’t actually want to break free. There’s something heady, intoxicating, about being Rafe’s prisoner.
When Rafe does the same things to my ankles, pulling my legs apart, a flush dusts my chest. This new position makes me feel oddly vulnerable. I’m keenly aware that Rafe can see everything from this angle.
Is it normal for me to be this wet already?
I wiggle slightly as Rafe moves around the bed to stand at the foot.
“You look so beautiful splayed out for me like this. Such a good, perfect little slut.” He keeps his eyes fixed on my pussy as he lowers himself to his knees on the floor. He leans in close and inhales, his lashes fluttering shut. “You smell like ambrosia.”
I jolt when his tongue teases my clit in a light circle.
“Holy fuck!” I cry, thrusting my hips up.
“You taste better than I imagined. Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me. Such a good slut.”
And then he stops talking as he devours me.
My god, I didn’t know my blood fae had such a wicked, decadent tongue. He laps and groans, feasting on me like I’m the only meal he needs. His tongue delves deeper than I thought would be possible, demanding everything. When he sucks on my clit, I come undone, screaming my release for the entire house to hear.
“That’s orgasm number one,” he rasps, then he dives back in.
“Rafe, please. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” My legs begin to shake as his talented, ethereal tongue circles my throbbing pussy.
His teeth graze my clit once again.
It’s almost embarrassing how fast I come a second time.
“That’s two.” He grins up at me, his lips wet and his pupils dilated.
“Rafe, please,” I beg.
I want to feel his cock inside of me. Stretching me.
“You want me to fuck you, little bird?” As he speaks, he slips his fingers inside of my cunt, pistoning them in and out in slow, shallow thrusts.
I gasp and moan and shake, tears blurring my vision.
“Yes!” I strain against the bindings, wanting to reach for him. To touch him. To run my fingers through that midnight-black hair with colorful undertones.
