“I don’t want to recover,” I breathe.
That’s all it takes.
One violent rip, and the fabric splits like paper, baring me to the warm air. I’m swallowed by the fire in his eyes. He’s staying true to his word, not gentle at all.
“Look at you,” he mutters, dark and possessive. “Laid out like an offering for the devil himself.”
His thumbs drag across my nipples, slow and deliberate, sending lightning straight through my spine. I clutch at his forearms—thick, veined, unrelenting—needing something solid while the rest of me feels like it’s about to disintegrate.
“You were made for this,” he says through panting breaths. “Made to be ruined by me.”
He lowers his mouth to me, devouring my breast with hot, relentless strokes. His tongue circles the sensitive peak before he latches on, sucking hard enough to make my back arch off the mattress.
“Korithax—” I breathe, arching into him.
He growls against my skin, the sound vibrating through me and setting every nerve on fire. He bites down with his pointed canines digging into my flesh, just shy of pain, causing me towhimper as the sharp heat flashes between my legs. My thighs clench, desperate for friction. For him.
“Fucking perfection,” he mumbles between licks and bites. “Every inch of you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
My thoughts scatter like stardust as his mouth continues its descent down my body, nipping and marking my skin. By the time he reaches my hips, I’m trembling, nails digging into the sheets, gasping for air as I look down at him.
“Lie back,” he commands, voice thick with need.
I don’t even think; I just obey. Because I want to, no, I need to. I sink into the mattress, my dress hanging in tatters around my waist. He rips it the rest of the way off, panties included, tossing them aside. Then he just stares.
His gaze rakes over every inch, slow and unflinching. I squirm under it, suddenly aware of how exposed I am, how utterly at his mercy I am. I try to close my legs, but his hands clamp down on my thighs and force them to remain open.
“Don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he snarls, eye burning into mine. “You are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fucking ruin.”
I’m shaking. From fear? Maybe. From need? Absolutely.
He lowers himself between my legs, his breath hot against my thigh. I know what’s coming, but nothing could prepare me for the first drag of his tongue.
“Oh—Gods—Korithax?—”
His tongue strokes through me, slow and deliberate, and I swear the world tilts sideways. One hand pins my hip to the bed, the other wraps under my thigh, keeping me wide open for his mouth.
“You taste like sin,” he murmurs against my heat, his voice rough. “You taste like salvation.”
I cry out again when he sucks on my clit, gently, then harder. My fingers fly to his hair, gripping desperately, and he groans like the sound of my moan is feeding him.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me hear you, Daisy. Louder.”
He devours me like he’s starving and I’m his favourite meal. My thighs tremble around his head; every flick of his tongue, every growled breath, sends me spiralling faster. I’m close—so close—and I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.
“Oh, God?—”
His mouth rips away from me for a single, furious second. “No. There are no gods here, only the devil, princess. Now say my fucking name.”
I whimper, hips jerking, my breath stuttering in my lungs.
“Say it,” he snarls, diving back in without any mercy, sliding a large finger inside me to accompany his mouth. “Say my fucking name while I make you come.”
“K-Korithax—” I cry out, the sound half-sob, half-moan, too overwhelmed to breathe.
“That’s right,” he grits out, adding another finger, stretching me to the point of pain. “Now come for me. Be a good girl and fall apart for your king.”
His fingers drive into me whilst his mouth devours my clit. I shatter as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. It’s violent. Beautiful. All-consuming.
