Dalkhan never relented, riding out my orgasm—driving me higher.Extracting every last tremor until I lay beneath him a quivering, sobbing wreck.
When I finally blinked back into my body, he hovered above me, his lips glistening.He released the bonds, letting me collapse into myself.
But it wasn’t over.
He stepped back, slowly lowering himself onto a chair across the room.It bore a striking resemblance to his throne.
His posture was commanding, legs spread wide and hands resting on the ornate armrests.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I rose on shaky legs, the anticipation winding tighter with every step I took toward him.He bit his bottom lip as I sank to my knees between his spread thighs.
“Look at you,” he said, voice rough.“On your knees for me.So perfect.So eager to please.”
I ran my hands over the hard muscle of his thighs, savouring the way he twitched under my touch.His restraint was hanging by a thread—fraying more with each passing second.
I wanted to snap it.To push him beyond control.
To see him as undone as he had made me.
When I settled my hand over the hard length of him, he hissed sharply.His fingers found my chin, gripping it with just enough force to ensure I couldn’t look away.
“Undo them.”
I worked open the laces of his trousers, fumbling in my eagerness.The moment I freed him, his thick cock sprung forward, slapping against his abdomen.Hot and heavy, and already slick with need.
“Touch me,” he commanded.Flames flared to life across his skin.He tipped his head back, exposing the strong cut of his jaw.“Make me lose control.”
I wrapped my fingers around the silk-covered steel of his arousal.His head tipped back further, swallowing hard as I stroked him.
I moved closer, brushing a kiss along his length before swirling my tongue over the sensitive tip.His entire body jerked—muscles tensing.A curse spilled from his lips.
“Elira,” he growled, both a warning and a plea all at once.
I didn’t stop.I wouldn’t.Not when I had him like this, coming undone beneath my mouth.My tongue.I closed my lips around him, taking him deeper until he stretched my throat.
“Fuck.”He tangled a hand in my hair, guiding me.Forcing me to take more, to move faster.“Just like that.Take all of me.”
A ragged moan broke from him as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder.Determined to make him lose control.
And he was.His control was slipping fast, his thighs shaking and hips bucking.His grip tightened.Flames danced across his body, growing brighter with each passing second.
Power slid over my skin.My wrists were yanked behind my back and pinned in place.I was restrained, mouth full, and still he gave me more.
A phantom touch pressed against the aching wetness of my core.My gasp vibrated around him, and he let out a dark, approving groan.He thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into my throat.
“You feel me, don’t you?”he asked.“You’re so wet for me.So desperate.I can feel it, smell it, taste it in the air.”
The invisible touch stroked my clit, mimicking fingers.Never quite enough to satisfy but enough to keep me needy and focused on pleasing him.
I sucked faster.The pain of his grip on my scalp added a sharp edge to the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Elira…” his voice broke on my name.“Fuck.Your mouth… so perfect… so fucking good.”
When he tried to pull away, I resisted, pushing forward instead.Taking him as deep as I could.My eyes watered as my throat worked around him—swallowing, constricting, driving him to the very edge.
“Don’t swallow,” he ground out, hips bucking “I want to see it.”
