Just that, and I moan. I moan, and I slather my tongue all over his fingers, sucking them deep into my mouth.
Those wet fingers go to my clit, rubbing, circling, pinching, and I’m going to combust, I’m going to—
He pulls it away. Just as my pussy was about to contract, just as I was about to explode.
A furious sob rips out of me. “No...”
“Yes,” he purrs in response, his dick pulsing in me, feeling like it’s growing even harder, even thicker.
“I need it,” I beg.
“You were very naughty, weren’t you? Shoving at me like that, making demands.” His dark voice somehow makes my heated skin erupt with a chill of shivers. “I should bring you to the edge again and again. I should keep battering at this pussy, keep teasing this clit, make you mindless in your need. Bring you up again and again, never letting you slip off that peak.”
I already feel mindless, and if he keeps teasing me, I might die. “No. Please.”
Maybe it’s the throatiness of my plea, but Slade captures my mouth and starts kissing the absolute hell out of me.
There is no slow stroke of a tongue. No light nip of teeth. This is messy and dominating and fucking sexy. He owns my mouth as he owns the rest of my body—thoroughly and possessively and yet with a level of trust between us that allows me to completely let go in the thrill of such wild passion and give it back tenfold.
He only pulls away when I turn my head to gasp for breath, and then he rips me away from the wall, expertly slamming me up and down over his cock as if the weight of me makes no difference to the capacity of his strength. If he wasn’t already deep before, he’s even deeper now.
Every inch of me is impaled, stuck on the relentless cock that’s shoving in and out as he lifts me up and down. It’s bliss. It’s agony. It’s both wrapped up together, making my vision spin with crackling stars.
Because I need.
I need I need I need
My back hits the bed with a jump, and he folds my knees up to my chest, fucking into me like a male possessed.
“I’m going to let you come this time,” he tells me, and I nearly cry in relief and in need, my breasts bouncing obscenely with the intensity of his rough thrusts. “And when you do, you’re going to gush all over my dick and scream my name, and then you’ll thank me for edging you because you’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”
I think this is probably an exaggeration.
It’s not.
His hand comes down to my clit, but instead of rubbing it, he smacks it. A quick slap right over the throbbing nerves, and that sting of pain immerses me like being tossed in a tub full of water, stunning my senses and enveloping me in the shock. And then he rubs, shoving that twinge straight over into pleasure just as he growls out one commanded word.
“Come.”
The orgasm ruptures through me, tearing me into pieces.
I come, and come and come, and he keeps rubbing and rubbing and fucking.
When the rupture peaks and ebbs, he somehow just rolls me right into another one, like he’s gone right from tossing me into a bath to then dumping me into a river, its dangerously quick current sweeping me away before I can grasp anything around me.
And when I come again, still rippling with the aftereffects, he keeps going.
He keeps going, and I’m not sure if I’m going to die or pass out or just drown in pleasure.
But what a way to be swept away.
“Good girl,” he says, and my pleasure lifts and twists on just that word. “You feel exquisitely filthy.”
I’m shaking all over. I think I might be crying. I’m so wound up, so overly sensitive, so magnified that I toss my head back and forth, begging, begging.
But somehow, I’m begging for more while also begging for him to end this euphoric agony.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
I can’t even speak in anything but moaned-out mumblings.
His lips come down to scrape against my throat, tongue licking along the line of my jaw before his mouth captures mine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Gushing as I fuck you.” And I am. I can hear how crudely wet I am by the sound of our skin slapping together, the way his dick is coated in me. “I want your sweet pussy to cinch around me, Auren,” he purrs. “Choke my cock and make me come with you.”
My babbling beg is indecipherable, but surely, I can’t do it again.
“One more. You can give me one more, because you’re my perfect fucking female who loves when I fuck into you so hard that you see stars. You love it when you tease me, squeezing my balls, making my dick so wet it weeps. Isn’t that right, Goldfinch?” I’m out of my mind with crazed need, with blissful exhaustion, with a peak that seems to never end. “So give me. One. More.”
My body willingly bends to his demand. I feel my back arch up, feel my whole body shake. And then I give him one damn more.
The rapturous torment cleaves through me, and I’m not sure how I have enough breath to scream his name, but I do. My pussy clamps around him, and he buries himself so deeply inside of me, hot jets of cum gorging into me.
And my body just dissipates. Mind completely blissed-out. I sink against the mattress with a shaken sigh, in such a state of spent, contented bliss that my eyes go dark, lids fluttering shut.
Because that one more ruined me in the best possible way.
The last thing I remember is a warm cloth wiping away the stickiness between my thighs, the gentle tucking of my hair off my face. The effortless shift of my body as I’m moved on the bed, pillow below my head and covers over the rest of me, and a tender kiss against my forehead.
Then, I’m gone to the world.
CHAPTER 58
AUREN
I wake up, prying my eyes open like they’ve been glued shut. My whole body is heavy, as if I’ve just had the best nap ever.
And then I remember why.
Orgasms.
Orgasms, and how thoroughly King Ravinger just ravaged me.
I came in here to talk to him about Manu, to ask him about the severity of the threat to his kingdom. About the Conflux, and if it really is a slap on the wrist or if Manu was blowing smoke to block the fire.
But instead of talking, he seduced me.
The prick.
Glaring at the empty room, I slam my hands down on the bedding and leap out of bed, stalking toward the closet. I think I only fell asleep for a few minutes, so I need to get down to the dinner with Manu, but I certainly can’t wear this dress. Not with its certain...noticeable spots that are now dried and stiffened on the front.
I yank off the pretty ruby fabric, thankful that Slade doesn’t have maids come in his room, because there is absolutely no way I could ever let someone else scrub this. I will be doing that myself in the bathroom later.
I shimmy my hips into a pair of black leggings and then pull on a shirt this time. Should’ve been wearing pants earlier. Then maybe I wouldn’t have let myself get seduced and become so easily distracted.
Stupid.
It’s just...that male.
He does the smirk and the chuckle and the lines of power with his scruffy jaw and his dirty words, and I just melt. Every time.
It’s also his cock. He has a really good one.
Glaring around at his closet, I call to the gold that I wrapped around the pillars in his bedroom, and it immediately floods toward me from the other room. As soon as it’s near, I direct it with my movements, slapping a hand against his favorite leather jerkin. My gold immediately engulfs it, making the fabric go all shiny and gaudy.
The sight makes me feel instantly better.
So I do his favorite pants next. Not my favorite pants—the ones that hug his glutes just right and make his butt look really good—but the other ones. Then I gild his extra boots. His coat. Even the daggers he has hanging on the walls. All of these things that he will not be able to wear anymore, because someone will definitely see.
When I’ve used up all the gold from the pillars, I dust my hands off, looking around in satisfaction.