“Let's just say I'm a connoisseur.” His lids lower. “I recognize the signs.”
“Not a great time to bring up what a whore you are.” Venom sneaks into my voice. I don't want to think of him with anyone else.
Why? This is a fake relationship.
Still, it lands heavy and ugly in my stomach. Maybe that Lord Vamp Douchebury who accused humans of jealousy was onto something.
Kaison rears back. “I believe my whoring lends itself to this moment. If I've seen so many and yours surpass them all, isn't that more validating?”
He's got me there.
The corset is too difficult to untie, so I push it down, drawing out my breasts until pierced nipples hold the neckline. I reach under my skirts, pull my panties off, and throw them across the room.
I straddle him. In this position, he's eye-level with the cobweb tattoo encircling my nipple, webbing outward to engulf my right breast.
“Fucking fae lords, I was wrong.”
I'm about to move away when he cuts off the motion.
“I've never seen a pair even close to this perfection.”
“Boobs aren't that great,” I weakly protest. “More than half the population has them.”
His eyes meet mine. “That's like saying a piece of art isn't great because there are a million other works.”
Well, fuck me. That hits.
A fissure forms in the armor around my heart.
“Please let me taste you.” A husky plea.
One I should deny. Fangs. A flash of him biting into me sends a quiver of fear through me.
Still, I nod. Kaison drops his head and flicks my nipple with his tongue.
The shock is immediate, electric. He didn't avoid my hardware. It must hurt.
“You'll burn yourself,” I point out.
“I don't givea fuck.” He says it with such intensity, I believe him. Then he takes as much of my breast into his mouth as he can, sucking and moaning.
My head falls back as he lavishes attention on one bud, then the other. Desire gathers between my thighs in thick, swirling heat. If he's in pain, he doesn't show it.
Kaison groans and suckles, feasting on my breasts while I work through the nervous knots in my stomach.
This is a test. His lips on my skin.
If I push too fast, I might freak out like last time.
That's why he did this. He tied himself up, put himself at my mercy. It's all me now. My pace, my control.
This is just about getting comfortable with sex with my fake fiancé who is incredibly bangable. Nothing lasting or permanent.
Something in my gut twists painfully, but I ignore it.
I brush my pussy lips over the cold metal of his ring and slightly warmer head.
Oh.Oh.
