“I won’t ask again.” Elder rattled the bedhead with his rope-tied wrists. “Come here.”
The only thing that made it remotely possible for me to put aside my embarrassment and behave was Elder’s command. I held onto his voice as I moved on all fours up, up, up the bed.
I gulped as I looked down on him. “Are you sure?”
“More sure than anything. I’ve been dying to do this since the day I saw you.”
When I didn’t move, he ordered, “Straddle me—just like you were doing before.”
A pounding began in my head, but I managed to lean forward and grip the bedhead. With jerky motions, I opened my legs and gradually straddled his neck.
His gaze locked on my pussy, bare and spread for him.
I couldn’t look.
Closing my eyes, I clung to the bed full of wrongness.
“Come closer.” His breath tickled the inside of my thighs.
I was close enough, thank you very much. Any closer and—
“I want to lick you, little mouse. My tongue wants to bury itself deep inside you. Don’t deny me that.”
Oh, God.
Forcing myself to do what he commanded, I shuffled forward until his breath skated from inner thigh to core.
I flinched as he pressed a delicate kiss on my leg. “Now lower until you feel me.”
I hated this. Positively hated this.
My legs bunched as I descended. This was dirty and stupid and—
Holy shit…
My head lolled forward the second the wildest sensation touched me. Hot and wet and dexterous.
Beneath me, Elder groaned as I cried out.
Never in my life had something been so insanely incredibly wanted. So quick to change my opinion. So fast to admit that I didn’t hate this. Not at all. I loved this. I wanted this.
More.
More.
More.
I’d been missing out.
What was this wizardry?
Elder’s tongue was more skilful than any finger, more hypnotising than any kiss. It dipped inside me, swirled around me, worshiped me, corrupted me, claimed me in every dimension.
I became nothing more than two hands holding the bed and whatever Elder wanted me to be. My hips began moving in time with his thrusting tongue. My mewls and pants falling whenever he speared up and filled me then pulled out and bit me.
I was glad he was my first.
No one else could do this better.
I’d already told him I loved him for everything that he’d done. I hadn’t told him I loved him for him—for pushing my boundaries and showing me heaven lived behind the doors I was too afraid to open.
With him between my legs, I fell in a different kind of way. I tumbled from safety and let his tongue direct on when I landed. I fell in a romantic way. A heart way. A way that made me swell and burn and cry out from the beauty of it.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he purred, seeming as high on me as I was on him.
I glanced down.
My breath caught. There were no words to describe how handsome he was. How royal. How kingly. He smouldered with a heavy-lidded gaze as his tongue licked his lips. Boldly lapping up every drop of me, he looked as if he wanted to eat me alive.
My thighs quivered as he arched up and continued to pleasure me.
My back bowed as I gave in to him entirely. Falling under the hypnosis of his tongue and the familiar but still unfamiliar pulling as my body gathered and spiralled. My heart turned faulty, skipping and begging for more.
I knew that feeling.
I knew where it would lead if I kept following up and up, riding Elder’s tongue until I reached the highest point.
I wanted to follow it.
But just like I’d left him on the knife edge of an orgasm, it wasn’t fair of me to finish alone.
Reluctantly, I sat up on my knees, pulling my throbbing flesh from Elder’s incredible mouth.
He lay dazed and drunk, lips glistening, his chin wet from my desire. His voice scratched my oversensitive skin with sensual gravel. “Come back here. I haven’t finished.”
For once, I didn’t obey.
Sliding down his body, I lowered myself onto him. Breasts to chest. Pussy to cock. I lay on him, granting all my weight, touching him in every way I could.
This was heaven.
This was home.
A growl rumbled in his ribcage as I rocked my hips into him, imprisoning his cock between us. “Christ, what are you doing to me?”
“Anything I want.” I ran my finger from his jaw to his hip. “Isn’t that what you told me to do?”
He clenched beneath me, his eyes as black as coal. “You’re screwing me up, Pimlico. You have no fucking idea.”
My heart gathered up every word and tucked them deep into her pockets. The novelty of him telling me how he felt pushed me higher toward an orgasm without any other stimulation.
I became fixated on everything about him. I ached for him. I burned until I had no choice but to combust or die.
“I want you,” I murmured. “I need you,” I begged.
“You have me.” The cords in his throat stood out as I rubbed myself against him. “Fuck me, little mouse. Put us both out of our misery.”
Chapter Thirty-One
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Elder
I’D LOST THE feeling in my hands from the rope around my wrists.
I’d lost the chaos in my mind from the taste of Pimlico on my lips.
I’d lost the things that made me human as Pim blushed then rocked against me.
I trembled with lust so deep and profane, I wanted to flip her onto her back and plough as fast as I could inside her.
But as Pim gave me an impish smile—looking contented and comfortable and confident—I couldn’t take that away from her. I couldn’t command her to release me so I could take charge. By having me tethered, she was free to finally take ownership and understand that nothing was better than sex between two people who respected each other.
And I respected the fuck out of her.
My respect was the hardest thing to earn. My heart even harder.
So why did I rip both from where they lived inside me and hold them out to her in bloody hands, desperate for her to take them?
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, her hips rocking like a tempest sea, smearing her lust along my length.
My tongue burned to lick her again. She was my acolyte and I was her tutor. I wanted to teach her everything I knew and everything I didn’t.
My law of once would never be enough. I needed to eat Pim for every meal. I needed her with me always.
How the fuck would I walk away from this? How would I survive having her on the Phantom as I escorted her home and not trap her every morning, noon, and night in my bed?
How will I say goodbye?
Pain fissured through me until I groaned from agony as well as ecstasy.
“El…you didn’t answer me.” Pim dragged her fingertip over my dragon. “Tell me what to do.”
My stomach clenched beneath her touch. “Take me.”
“That’s not enough.” She shook her head. “I need you to guide me through this. If you won’t touch me, I need your voice to keep me here with you.”
I forgot about the pressure in my cock and drowned in the sexual haze in her eyes. Pim had come so far since we’d met. She astounded me at every turn. But there were still insecurities, dread, and the finest sheen of aversion at the thought of sex.