“Fuck. Nevie. My Nevie. Fuck!” Chase roars, staring deep into my eyes as he comes down my throat with a scream that echoes through the old house and makes me feel a sense of pride I’ve never felt before.
He pulls himself from my mouth, and I drop my head to the pillow, breathing heavily and feeling a burning ache throughout my body that’s only grown with giving him pleasure.
Chase stumbles to the foot of the bed and grasps onto it for support. “You are…everything,” he mutters, catching his breath.
I catch a glimpse of the perfect globes of his ass and lick my lips, enjoying the lingering taste of him.
“Tell me, Nevie, have you ever been fucked before?”
I hesitate, unsure how much I should tell him. My cheeks redden with embarrassment.
“The truth, Nevie. I’m a lot of things, but I’m no liar and I promise I’ll never lie to you, but I expect the same courtesy in return.”
“Nuh…no I’ve never…fucked before.”
“That’s so sexy. Dirty words coming from such perfect red lips.”
“I’m not perfect,” I argue.
“Perfect for me,” he replies. “The truth, princess. Why have you never been fucked before?”
I sigh and blurt my way through it. “You want the truth? Fine. I’ve never fucked anyone before because I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone before. I’ve been sheltered, kept far away from the masses, but that’s not even the reason. I’m broken. I’ve never been attracted to anyone before…”
“Before what, Nevie?” he presses, cupping his shaft in one hand and pinching my nipple with the other.
“Before you!” I blurt, lifting my hips off the bed.
“The angel wants the devil?” he muses.
I nod. “Always. It’s always been you.”
He tangles his fingers in my hair. “So, the devil she will get.” His lips seek mine once more, parting with his tongue in a dance that I’m not familiar with but desperately want to learn.
He stills again, a smile playing at the corner of his deliciously full lips. “Tell me, Nevie, what do you want me to do with you? ”
I swallow hard, feeling braver and freer tied to his bed than I ever have locked in the safety of my own room. I answer honestly. “Anything you want.”
He sucks in a hiss then leans over me, brushing his fingertips over my forehead, then shoving two fingers into my mouth. “You’re going to regret this, you know?” He pulls his fingers from my mouth.
I shake my head and wet my lips with my tongue, but I can’t speak because his lips are on mine. Seeking and searching. I yank at my restraints, eager to run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to me. On me.
In me.
“One last chance to tell me no,” he whispers. “After this you belong to me. There’s no way out, and there never will be.”
I open my mouth to say no since a lifetime would be too high a price to give to anyone ever, but I can’t find the words because as much as it isn’t right to demand that of anyone, I can’t deny Chase. It feels wrong but as natural as breathing to give myself to him.
The word no never comes.
He chuckles knowingly, and it vibrates throughout my entire body, sending a sharp spike of pleasure to my very core.
“That’s what I thought. You feel this, the same as I do.” He sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear, then lowers himself on my body, wrapping his warm mouth around my nipple.
My eyes shoot open. I tug against my restraints as the unfamiliar feeling takes hold of my body. I feel tight and wet and scared and alive and although I think I’m tugging away from him, what I’m really doing is arching toward him, thrusting my breast further into his mouth. He sucks greedily, groaning against me before pulling back and blowing on the hardened peak. I moan at the loss of his mouth.
“Shhhh. I’m not done yet, princess.” He takes the other in his mouth and again I’m lost in the sensation of his tongue working its way around my nipple.
I never knew that touching a nipple could be felt between my legs, but my pussy aches for him to touch me there. To explore the way he’s doing with my breasts.
He rears back and yanks his shirt over his head. He’s a masterpiece. Perfectly muscled and wrapped in intricate tattoos.
I don’t get a chance to explore those tattoos, because he drops between my legs and begins stroking me with his tongue.
If it weren’t for my restraints, I’d fly off the bed. I don’t even care that my wrists and ankles are burning, all I care about is the expert way he builds my pleasure then slows his movements, backing me away from the edge. I groan in frustration as he licks and teases, desperate to release this growing need in my lower stomach that’s tightened to the point of pain. He soothes my impatience when he rubs his nose between my folds, inhaling my scent. His eyes flutter closed. “Holy shit. You’re…fuck Neve. I can feast on you all day.”
His words bring me even closer. He swirls his tongue faster. Nipping at my clit with his teeth before taking it into his warm mouth and sucking, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive nub, rolling his cheeks in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head. “Look at me, Nevie. Look at me!” he demands.
I manage to open my eyes just as he bites down on my clit, and I become unhinged, screaming to the ceiling from the depth of my soul as I’m assaulted with the most pleasurable sensation I never knew existed. It takes over my body as if it’s a demon and this is some sort of incredible sexual exorcism.
By the time I can open my eyes again, I find Chase standing above me with a knife. My eyes go wide. “What the fuck?” I ask.
“I didn’t see it when we first met, but I recognized it tonight at the ball.”
I eye the blade that gleams with sunlight as he turns it over in his hands. “Recognized what?”
“A kindred spirit. A darkness in you. The reason I’d never spoken to you before is because I knew that what I am was too much for someone as pure as you. So I kept my distance. But now I know for sure. You have it too. The darkness calls to you.” He slides the blade down the center of his palm without flinching. “A little blood isn’t going to scare you away. In fact, it turns you on.”
I want to tell him no, that he’s crazy and that the sight of the blood dripping from his palm does no such thing, but that would be a lie.
My mouth waters. My pussy tightens.
He reaches behind my head and pulls a key from under the pillow, unlocking one of the handcuffs. My arm drops down to the mattress, tingling from the long-held position.
“Give me your hand,” he orders.
I lift it to him, and he holds it in his large palm, turning it over and inspecting it the same way he did the blade. He repeats the slicing motion through my hand, and along with the bite of pain comes a bolt of pleasure that has me gasping.
“I’ve never known someone who is so pure of spirit with such a dark and dirty soul. You’re meant for me. I’ve known it my entire life.”
Chase crawls over my body and positions himself between my legs. He rests his bloody palm on my chest, smearing the warm red all over my pale skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he muses as he drags the marks down my body between my legs. His cock thickens once again, until it’s curved up toward his belly button. The head swollen and purple, throbbing with renewed need.