She gasped, but he was too caught up in the succulent globes of her breasts falling free of their confines to care. Brushing his nose over the inside of her left breast, he worked his way toward the straining tip. When she swallowed hard, he drew his nose over her areola, extended his tongue, and dragged it across the hard nub of her nipple.
A moan rumbled from her throat. Glancing up, he did it again and watched as her eyelids drifted closed, her hands fisted in the cuffs, and her head fell back.
“You like that.” He laved his tongue all around the tip, cupped her other breast, and skimmed his thumb over the other nipple.
She groaned again, and her hips pushed forward, seeking his, but he angled his body away so she couldn’t reach him. “Tell me you like it, Cynna.”
“I…I like it.”
“I bet you do.” He breathed hot over her, then captured the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Hard.
She jerked in the restraints and cried out.
“How about now? Still like it?”
She shifted her feet back until they hit the wall, as if trying to get away. The movement only gave him resistance, and he scooted in closer, until the length of his body brushed hers and his cock pressed into her belly.
He released the pressure. Pinched again. “Tell me. Still like it?”
“Yes. I still like it. Don’t…don’t stop.”
Either she was lying or she was as twisted as he was. The second revolved in his mind as he scraped his teeth over her nipple then shifted to her other breast, drawing the tip into his mouth to taunt and torment while he rolled and played with the first.
She groaned. Rested her head back against the rocks. Lifted her hips, trying to rub against him.
“Eager, aren’t you?” He rolled her left nipple in his fingers, damp from his mouth. “Tell me how badly you want to come.”
She bit her lip, rocked into him. Her body trembled and jolted with every touch of his skin against hers, every pinch of his fingers, every scrape of his teeth. Not from pain anymore, he was sure, but from pleasure. Wicked, white-hot, forbidden pleasure.
She was every man’s sex fantasy. Gods knew, she’d been his for months. But it was way past time she suffered the way he had.
Releasing her breasts, he skimmed his hands down her slim rib cage, over the indent of her belly button, then flicked the clasp on her jeans. “I bet you’re wet.”
Her breaths grew heavy as he placed his palm against her belly and slid his fingers beneath her waistband. Moving slowly, he inched his way into the silky soft hair at the apex of her legs.
“Wet and aching. Are you wet, Cynna?”
She pressed her ass back against the rocks, giving him more room in her jeans. Bit down on her lip to keep from groaning. He watched her carefully as he slid his fingers lower, between the soft lips of her *, and into a river of arousal.
“Holy fuck.” He braced his free hand against the rocks near her head and lowered his mouth to her neck, breathing heavily as he stroked her sex, then found the hard, tight knot of her clit. “You aren’t just wet, you’re fucking drenched.”
She groaned, unable to resist lifting to meet each stroke. Zeroing in on her face, he watched while he flicked her clit again and again, while he trailed his fingers lower and teased the entrance to her *. While her eyes rolled back in her head and the first stirrings of her orgasm began to take hold.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” He pushed one thick finger into her slick channel, drew out, and pressed back in with two, pumping slowly, dragging her closer to that ledge. “Tell me how bad you want to come.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She bit her lip. Shook her head. Moaned when he hit an extra sensitive spot.
“Tell me, Cynna.” He twisted his fingers inside her and rubbed his thumb over her clit. “Beg me to let you come.”
He stroked faster. Pressed deeper. “Do it. Beg for me.”
“Oh gods.” Her head fell back. Sweat slicked her skin. Her breasts pushed forward, and she rocked her hips against every thrust. “Yes, I want to come. It’s right there. Skata, don’t stop.”
She opened her mouth to cry out. But before the wave crashed into her, he pulled his hand free and stepped back.
Cynna fell forward in the restraints. Groaned at having been denied what she so desperately wanted. Whimpered.
He moved in close again and braced both hands against the rocks on both sides of her head. “Had enough yet?”
Her chest rose and fell with her uneven breaths. But slowly, she lifted her head and rasped, “Never.”
She was tough. But then he already knew that. She had to be to partner with Zagreus, the sick fuck.
He lowered his mouth to hers. Blew hot over her lips. Against his chest, her pulse picked up speed. She moaned and lifted to meet his kiss. But instead of taking her lips, he angled toward her ear, drew the soft flesh between his teeth, and bit down.