From this angle, I notice the muscle in his jaw, how it constricts as he sucks on my tender nub. Every flick shatters me. The air in my lungs betrays me as I try over and over again to stifle my cries. But it’s no use. I’m falling apart inside his vile mouth.
I don’t want to find him handsome. He’s terrifying. But still, I admire the way wisps of his silky brown waves break free from his bun as he works his tongue in circles, devouring me. The way his green eyes blaze with hunger and thirst for a taste of me.
He drags his tongue across my abdomen, using his thumb now to press on my swollen clit. He growls against my belly. “You are divine, sweet one. I need more.”
“No,” I whine. I don’t want him to stop, and that scares me.So he must. “No more. I will not be defiled this way. It’s not proper.” I try to squirm away from him, but he holds me in place.
“Imogen… don’t make me tie you up. Unless you want that.” He draws circles around my taut nipples, then pinches them tight between his fingers. “Wouldyou like that?”
I feel a blush sweep across my face. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would not.” And yet the more I protest, the more I try to wrangle myself out of his grasp, I know it only incites him more. I know what the result will be. So why am I pushing his limits? I should just go limp like a dead rodent, but instead I’m biting back like a rabid one.
He sits back on his knees. “Again, your tongue is a liar.” He fiddles with the rope that holds his trousers up, releasing it from its loops. He pulls it free and grabs my wrists, wrapping the rope around them and securing it tightly.
I yelp as frayed threads pinch my skin. “Get this off me. I am not yours to restrain.”
He pins my tied wrists over my head, holding them in place with just one of his big hands. “You are mine to do whatever I wish with.”
The heat rises in my body as he thrusts his finger inside my pussy. I let out a soft moan, then curse under my breath as my traitorous voice betrays me.
He probes deeper, pressing against a spot that makes my eyes roll back into my head. I arch back and spread my legs wider in response. My body is surrendering and gods help me… I can’t stop it.
“Oh, sweet little doe. I like it when you open up for me. Now we are in agreement.” He moans as he adds another fingerinside me, scissoring them back and forth against my flesh. An irrevocable wave of pleasure consumes me as he continues to knead his fingers. As if he were drawing sensual maps inside the deepest parts of me to ensure he never forgets the way to my core.
My moans turn into gurgled cries. Spasms build like a crescendo, an onslaught of sensations that roll into each other. “Oh gods… what is happening?”
He sucks in a delighted breath while pressing his thumb to my nub. “Ahh, now you will understand. You’re falling apart. Surrender to it. Drench my fingers.”
The pressure builds in my belly.Another act of betrayal from my traitorous body. A tingling radiates through my thighs, all the way up the back of my neck. I clench around him, my body seizing while stars dot my vision. A hot tingling rush, of what can only be deemed as witchcraft, takes hold of my body, destroying my ability to function.
I’m dizzy, like the time I drank too much honey mead at the summer solstice festival. But back then, I don’t recall the devil’s nectar ever making me feel as alive as this does. I’m plummeting, drowning in a sea of ecstasy that I don’t want to be saved from.
I thrust my hips up to meet his pace, desperate to grind against his rough palm.
He licks his lips as he holds my gaze. “You like this.”
I look away, my cheeks hot like an inferno. “No. I hate this,” I snap, ashamed that I’m enjoying this as much as he threatened I would.
He releases my wrists only to yank my chin back toward him. “Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
It only takes a split second of him stilling his fingers for me to cry out. “Yes. Please. I like it…” I murmur.
He smirks, thrusting harder,faster, stoking my release. “Cum for me, Imogen. Show me how I’ve conquered you.”
I unclench and grind my pussy into his hand as he pounds my tender spot so hard I think I might die from delight. It’s too much.It’s not enough. My gods. I can’t fight it. The swell keeps building, forcing me to either ride it or get pulled under. I ache to do both. So I do.
A gurgled cry unleashes from my throat as the most vigorous spasm I’ve ever felt takes hold of my entire body. I jerk back and forth, unwavering, desperate to chase this unholy rapture, begging the gods to let it last forever.
“Mmm. That’s it.” He presses his lips to mine, cutting off another strangled cry. I flinch at the taste of my own juices on his tongue, but then another warm sensation takes hold in my belly. He slows his fingers, coaxing another ripple of delirium from me. I moan deep into his mouth as our tongues collide and stars twinkle from behind my closed eyelids.
He wraps his other hand around my neck, squeezing gently as he growls, scraping his teeth across my lips. “I want these wrapped around my cock.”
The vile things he says only make me hotter,needier, for his wicked promises.No,these arethreats, Imogen. Brutal but exquisite threats. I can’t forget that this man has stolen me away from my village and is defiling me against my will. No matter how good his body feels against mine…
I loop my bound wrists over his head and dig my nails into his back as the next spasm pushes me to the threshold of blacking out. Is this how it is for everyone?Or does this man have skills that mortal men can only dream about?
If he keeps me forever, there will be no comparison. In this moment of exultation, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m ruined. This predator in the night has broken me and wrecked me for anyone else.
My arms shake as I clutch him to me. I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry, my voice hoarse from screaming. “What have you done to me?”
