Withdrawing his fingers, he let his mouth brush against mine as his hands snaked up, unhooking the pins that held my hair in the updo. I felt it falling down my back, but his fingers slipped through it, gripping it as he exposed my neck to his mouth. He kissed me slowly, letting his tongue escape his mouth as it brushed over my flesh, working around my throat as he controlled my head with his fingers threaded through my hair.
He slipped his mouth against my ear, nipping the earlobe playfully, and I moaned loudly, feeling everything he did viscerally. The man knew how to use every part of a woman’s body explicitly. No wonder he had a new woman in his room every night. There was probably a line all the way out of town to fuck him.
He didn’t stick his tongue into my ear, which was a relief. Instead, he used it against the bottom of my lobe, flicking it like it was my pussy instead of my ear. My breathing was shallow, coming in gasped breaths as he continued using every inch of me to ignite a raging inferno that threatened to leave me in ashes.
He stepped away, and I whimpered, rocking my hips in search of his touch. I shouldn’t be this excited for him, but I wasn’t imagining Brander—I was imagining it was Knox slowly unraveling me, sending me into a frenzied state of need. Oceanic eyes would stare at my naked flesh, touching it and bringing me into the state of womanhood.
Something touched against my ass, and I turned my head, listening. Hands positioned me, lifting my legs, causing me to cry out in surprise as I left the floor. My ass was placed onto something hard, and yet he didn’t release my thighs. Instead, he rested them over his shoulders, and then his mouth brushed against the inside of my thigh before fanning my pussy with his heated breath, yet never touching it.
I could feel the arousal that dripped with need from my needy pussy. It was embarrassing, and I started to realize just how vulnerable and exposed I truly was. Teeth skimmed my flesh, and I gasped, letting his tongue which was slowly running up my thigh, ease my embarrassment at being this excited for him. It did little to calm the panic that was blossoming within me as I realized that I was literally helpless, bound and blindfolded in a room with a man I knew nothing about.
His fingers tightened on my legs, as if he sensed my unease, reassuring me I was safe. That was why I settled on him right. He was safe? Yet here I was, blindfolded and tied to the ceiling like something that waited to be sacrificed. Nothing about this was safe. This was insanity in all its damn glory!
His mouth brushed against my flesh, and a deep growl escaped his lips, whispering against my pussy as he let his tongue lick through it greedily. I wailed, calling out the name that was on the tip of my tongue, and then muttered an apology as dark laughter filled the room, echoing in my ears before his mouth descended on my flesh.
He didn’t lick, he devoured. His mouth sucked, tasted, and rocked through me like a bomb detonating slowly, each stick of dynamite placed strategically to impact the most damage possible. He wrote the alphabet with his tongue, not the human one, but the long, endless one of the Nine Realms. He didn’t stop until I was shaking, crying out as the orgasm exploded, causing my body to jerk and spasm with the sheer force of it. I pleaded for mercy, begging for him to stop and let me catch my breath, but his laughter was the only noise other than my pleas that filled the room, echoing through it loudly.
He abruptly stopped devouring me, lifting my legs from his shoulders. He undid the heels from my feet slowly, methodically, making it sensual instead of a task. His mouth brushed over my calves, kissing my leg before he set it down on the floor, then did the same with the other. His hands grabbed my wrist, pulling me down from the hook he’d placed them in.
My legs wouldn’t support me, which he found amusing as he slowly helped me to the bed, ripping the bra straps off to remove it before he followed me down, capturing my nipple between his lips biting the delicate peak teasingly. He grabbed both breasts, squeezing them without taking his tongue away. He slowly flicked his tongue over the swollen peak, slowly, as he applied pressure, learning them thoroughly.
One hand released the globe of my breast, slipping down my belly until his fingers trailed through the mess he’d created. He pushed them into my body as my spine arched, and my legs dropped open for him while my hips rocked forward. His mouth moved away from my breasts, and I knew without having to see, he was staring at my flesh, where I took what he gave me wantonly.
He claimed my nipple again, using his tongue to trace a circle around the raised peak. His mouth tightened against my nipple as his thumb once more began to play with the swollen nub between my thighs. His fingers pushed apart inside my body, spreading me before forcing a whimpered cry to explode from my lips as he stretched me, readying my body to take him. He made a noise against my breast, half-pain and half-excitement as my body clenched against his fingers, trying to dispel them.
He continued stretching me slowly, adding another finger into my pussy. It created a painful burn as muscles clenched tightly against him from the foreign fullness he created in my pussy. I moaned and trembled with the need of the unknown, feeling every thrust as he created wetness to be able to accommodate his cock. This was an ache I’d never felt before, a need for more to fill me.
Lips unclasped from my breast, and I whimpered, needing the distraction of his teeth to hold my focus from the sensation of his fingers readying my body to take him. He withdrew them, and I groaned, missing the burning fullness they had been creating as they’d been building pressure in my core.
The bed moved, and the sound of pants sliding over flesh sent ravens fighting against my insides. My knees lifted, and I waited in silence as he stripped and sat on the bed again. He carefully turned me onto my stomach. I frowned, wondering what the hell he was doing until his mouth touched the globe of my cheek, nipping at it before his tongue tasted my core once more. I moaned as pleasure erupted through me, sliding my legs further apart as my ass lifted into the air, giving him unhindered access to my center.
He repositioned me the moment he pulled away. He lifted my knees before his hands spanned over my hips, holding them until I was resting on my knees with my top half balanced on my elbows against the bed. Something velvety soft and yet hard as steel pushed against my opening, pushing into my body a mere inch before it stopped. I clamped down around it like I was trying to hold it there, but his deep, guttural growl forced me to peer over my shoulder, only to remember I had been blindfolded and couldn’t see him. He tortured me slowly, rubbing it against my opening until I thought I would go insane.
I pushed back, but he went back at the same moment, as if he knew it was a game. He made a low tsking noise with his tongue. I rocked my hips invitingly, letting him see how wet and ready my body was for him.
“I need it,” I admitted with lust hanging on each word.
I had never been so sexually charged or in need of sex in my entire life. He chuckled against my shoulder, nipping it as my body grew pliant. My brain itched as I expelled a sigh, as if his teeth had direct access to the storm brewing within me, holding it at bay.
He pulled me up on my knees, bringing my body flush against his chest, testing the weight of my breasts in his hands before he adjusted himself behind me. He placed me on the tip of his cock, causing me to lift even higher on my knees as the erotic thought of being impaled made reason slip into my mind. It was awkward with my hands tied, but then he did the last thing I expected him to do. He placed my bound hands over his head, forcing our bodies even closer together with his chest against my back.