He loosens his hold slightly, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I understand why you don’t. And like I said; I can’t give you all of me yet. I won’t answer that soul call until you’re safe. Immortal. But once you are… you’ll never doubt me again. You’ll see.”
I turn my head slightly, pressing a kiss to his thumb that’s resting near my mouth. Then I open my lips and suck it slowlyin, swirling my tongue across the pad before releasing it with a soft pop.
A growl rips from his chest, and that’s the only warning I get before he grabs me, one arm under each thigh, lifting me with ease as he strides across the room. He stops just before the wall, his eyes ravenous.
“Legs. Over my shoulders,” he commands.
“What?” I gasp.
“Now, Daisy.”
I obey, my heart pounding. I hook my legs over his broad shoulders, breath catching as he pushes me higher up and pins my back to the cold stone wall. A soft snap sounds, and I feel my panties fall away.
He growls, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then biting it gently, his extended canines scraping at the skin. “Your pussy is perfect.”
I moan softly, flushed with heat, feeling utterly exposed and slightly terrified of how high up I am right now. Korithax is seven freaking feet tall, and he has me in the air against a wall. If he drops me, that’s going to hurt. Bad.
He pulls me out of my thoughts as he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit, sucking gently, then harder, his mouth moving like he’s starving for me.
Remembering his words from the throne room, I look down at his face buried between my thighs and smirk.
“Husband,” I breathe, and he groans against me like the word itself drives him insane. His grip tightens, and he pushes his face deeper between my legs, tongue plunging inside me before circling back to my clit, relentlessly.
My thighs shake as I fist my hands into his hair, one slipping slightly, my fingers grazing one of his curved horns.
He shivers violently, his wings snapping out behind him and destroying his shirt. I gasp, and he pulls back just enough tomeet my gaze. His eyes are entirely black, a crazed expression across his face.
“Hold them,” he growls. “Hold my fucking horns whilst I feast on your sweet little cunt.”
I nod, dazed and desperate, curling my fingers around the smooth, deadly curve of his horns. The instant I do, a sound erupts from his throat—somewhere between a roar and a groan—and he dives back between my legs.
I grind against his face, trembling as my climax builds fast and hot. His tongue slides deep, curling just right, and I come undone. I shatter with a cry, my body convulsing as my vision flickers. But he doesn’t stop. His tongue moves slower, drawing every ounce of pleasure from my over-sensitive clit as he drags out my orgasm. I whimper, twitching from the intensity. It’s too much, yet I never want it to stop.
Finally, he unhooks my legs and slides me down his body, keeping a firm grip to hold me upright. Thank gods because I’m pretty sure my legs would give out if he even attempted to put me down.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he murmurs, licking his lower lip.
Still trembling, I lift my mouth to his and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and decide I’m going to push my luck with the devil in front of me. I softly bite down, pulling at his lip before releasing it.
“Is my little flower trying to be a bad girl?” He asks, raising a brow.
I nod, chewing on my lower lip. He tilts his head, his eyes lowering to my mouth before coming back up to stare into my eyes.
“Words, Daisy.”
“In the shower, you said that he hadn’t taken away my first time having filthy sex,” I mumble, trying to hide my nerves.
“Mhmm,” is his only response, his eyes gleaming with a predatory gaze.
“I want you to…” I clear my throat, trying to sound confident in myself despite feeling anything but confident. “I, erm.”
“You want to be fucked like a filthy little slut, little flower?”
I nod, a blush creeping over my cheeks.
“Words,” he growls, gripping my jaw.
“Yes,” I breathe.
