The first brush of his fingers over me is so gentle, but I shudder like I’ve been struck by an electrical charge. He chuckles into my neck.
He’s enjoying this, and I hate it. Maybe that’s exactly why he’s enjoying it. I want to slap him, but instead I press my hand against the wooden headboard. The cool metal of the sigil to Kennymyra set into the wood grounds me.
As he kisses down my chest and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, he slides a thick finger inside me. I’m wet enough that it glides in easily. He curls the finger and bites down hard on my nipple, and I lose all composure.
I moan. My hand comes to the back of his head reflexively, but not to push him away. I urge him on. He sucks hard to ease the ache, and my pussy clamps down on his finger as he starts to slide it in and out.
I’m mindless with pain-tinged pleasure. I want to blame the blessing and the ceremony and how tense I am, but some part of me is wondering if he’s actually going to be able to get me over the edge.
His mouth drifts to the other breast, nipping at my skin all the way. I’m going to be covered in bruises, but as he bites the other nipple and shoves a second finger inside me, I’m too dizzy with lust to care. He moves his fingers faster, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit for friction.
He traces rough kisses down my stomach, withdraws his fingers, and shoves my thighs wide, baring me to him and the rest of the room.
I’m suddenly aware of just how many people are around us—the closest no more than eight feet away. They can see everything. I’m not modest, but it’s so strange to be watched like this.
I really don’t care—as long as they don’t see my back, and so long as Gaven isn’t in here.
Henry gives me no time to think about it. He holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth and gives me a slow lick, then plunges his tongue inside me. I reflexively try to squeeze my thighs closed, but his hands press them back into the bed as he starts to fuck me with his tongue.
The benefit of having tried to kill him twice is that I’m certain nothing is going to hurt him. For the first time in my life, I can relax and enjoy what’s happening without worrying he’s going to forget himself and die.
I try to ignore the rapt gazes of the crowd. Their masked faces make them more anonymous, but I recognize Bryce and Carter, and that’s unnerving.
Henry slides two fingers inside me, drawing my full attention back to him. I want more. This isn’t enough. I need him to stop messing around and fuck me. I agreed to this because he said it was necessary to prove his commitment to service, but I just want this over with.
His mouth has perfect suction on my clit as he pumps his fingers faster. He flattens his tongue against me, alternating between that, suction, and light grazes of his teeth. It’s maddeningly effective. He slides his other hand up to alternate pinching my nipples.
Bleeding woods. He knows what he’s doing. My body is tingling, my limbs full of liquid warmth.
He bites my clit, and the pain is so stunning, it leaves me clenchedand frozen. He shoves a third finger inside me and sucks hard on the aching flesh. It hurts so perfectly. I’m so full of him; he’s overtaken every sense in my body.
I slap my hand against the sigil, barely aware of the point biting into my palm as the pleasure bursts all at once. I’m suspended in some liminal place as wave after wave rolls over me. It goes on and on like that, the ecstasy so warm and bubbling that I can barely breathe around it. The sound he wrenches out of me is something animal—the guttural half-scream, half-moan of a woman rent from who she was and remade into something new.
He moves his fingers frantically, his other hand pinning my hips to the bed so I can’t escape his fingers or the rhythm of teeth, tongue, suction on my clit.
I’ve brought myself satisfaction before—but I’ve never felt anything like this. I’m suddenly terrified this is the best I’ll ever feel. My body has only ever been a prison where I’m trapped with pain or a bait to lure a violent man to his death. It has never been a place of pleasure for more than a fleeting moment.
But this is an eternity of ecstasy laced with sharp pain to bring me up and down until I’m breathless and aching and ready to give him anything he asks for. My thighs clamp around his head as the last shudders rip through me.
When I finally open my eyes, they’re blurry with tears. The release is so intense that every emotion I’d been holding back rushes out post-climax. I bite back a shocked laugh.
Henry looks as wrecked as I feel as he prowls over me and leans close.
“I want to hear you moan like that every night,” he murmurs into my ear.
Henry kneels and licks his lips. He doesn’t let me recover. He tosses off his robe and uses his soaked hand to stroke his cock twice before notching himself at my entrance and thrusting inside to the hilt.
I groan loudly, body arching into him like I was meant for this. I’m so turned on that it barely hurts at all, but he is by far the biggest man I’ve been with. The stretch steals my breath.
He thrusts again and groans a curse into the space behind my ear. “You were made to take me just like this.”
My muscles instantly start clenching again and I’m so relieved for the familiarity of something rough and purely physical. He cups my breast and tweaks my nipple hard, and I gasp as he pulls out and thrusts again.
“You like it fast and rough?” His voice is a gravelly whisper as he continues to move.
If it didn’t feel so good, I’d be more angry that I can’t compose myself, but I’m half-mindless with the need to feel what I just felt again.
He slows down and pushes the fingers that were just inside me into my mouth. “Taste how hard you just came for me.” He’s so cocky.
