Page 11 of Ravished By the Revenant

“Liar,” he breathes. His scarred knuckles run a path along my collarbone, over my neck, and to the apple of my cheek. As if proving his point, I lean into the touch. “You’re enjoying this. Turning on a monster. Making him hard and aching for you.”

I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. The picture he paints is vivid—even more so because I can feel him pressing against my body, the evidence unmistakable. He is hard, and my body’s response is traitorous. I can feel the telltale flush of warmth traveling from my lower belly between my legs. Nerve endings that have been dormant since my forced engagement to Marco come back to life, my pussy tingling with the force of my sudden arousal.

Aldric takes a deep breath, a breathy groan building in his throat that makes my thighs clench together.

“I can almost taste how wet you are for me, Clara,” he says, his voice low and husky and rubbing against my senses like a fat cat. “And it’s making me ravenous.”

“You can’t… I can’t… This is insane,” I whine, unable to believe this is happening to me right now.

“Oh, we can,” he purrs. When he pulls back, I see the wicked glint in his… eye. “I’m dying to have you, Clara.”

I don’t bother mentioning that he apparently can’t die, too busy warring with myself. The rational part of me is screaming that I should knee him in the gonads and run as far as I can. But there’s another part of me, louder with every second Aldric’s hard body rubs against mine. And it’s telling me to give in.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Don’t answer that.

The revenant’s hand slides down my body, and I don’t fight it. I let it run a burning path over the side of my breast, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips. He pauses, that otherworldly gaze assessing me. When I stay frozen except for the rise and fall of my chest, those pierced lips turn into an arrogant smirk. Does he not think himself hideous? Does he believe I’ll fall at his feet over a few touches and the outline of a massive⁠—

When his palm moves over my stomach, my breath catches in my throat.

“W—what are you doing?” I whisper haltingly.

“Checking to see just how scared you are of me, little intruder,” he drawls in that superior tone. Nobility alright. Probably had ladies throwing their unmentionables at him before… whatever this is.

“Don’t,” I say unconvincingly, then let my head fall back when his strong fingers press unerringly against my clit. When’s the last time someone, other than myself, even bothered to look for it?

“Don’t, what, Clara?” he asks, rubbing me in slow, precise circles. “Don’t give your cunt what it needs? What it’s weeping for?”

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my cheeks on fire. Who even talks like that? Ancient, medieval warlords, apparently.

“No god here, little intruder. Just us. Just pleasure.”

His words make me sway, and he catches me with his free hand, steadying me against him.

“That’s it,” Aldric murmurs against my hair. “See how good I can make you feel.”

“I shouldn’t—” I slur, my head lolling on his chest. His touch feels maddeningly good. I lift my eyes to his with great difficulty. He’s a true monster; scarred, ruined, otherworldly. So why am I climbing to orgasm faster than I ever have?

“Yes?” he prompts, his voice infuriatingly even while I’m completely discombobulated. “You shouldn’t… orgasm so hard you forget who you are? I can feel how slick your pussy is for me. You’ll come for me soon, won’t you, Clara?”

I bite down on my lower lip to keep my answer in. He needs to shut that beautiful mouth right now. With that in mind, I surge up and kiss him.

He freezes, muscles locked in place, the fingers that had me on the brink stilling as I press my lips against his. I’m already damned, so I give in to curiosity and tug on the twin piercings with my teeth, first one side, then the other. Aldric groans, and he’s moving again, one arm squeezing my ass as he redoubles his efforts with the other, massaging me over my wet underwear. The sounds his fingers make are obscene, wet, sloppy, and our mouths echo them as tongues battle for supremacy. And even his tongue is pierced, a smooth barbell that feels cold against the heat of my mouth.

He angles me against him, rubbing that tree trunk he has in his pants against my hip. That’s when I realize he has more piercings I haven’t yet discovered. Either that, or whatever curse he’s under made his cock bumpy. The thought shouldn’t make my pussy clench over nothing, but it does. Groaning, I start exploring him with my hands. One of my palms finds a pierced nipple, and the other⁠—

His hand stops kneading my ass and grabs my wrist in a flash, keeping me from touching him where his chest glows blue. To punish him for that, I twist the piercing I have access to.

“Ah,” he hisses, pulling back so he can glower at me. “You’re a wild thing, aren’t you? I’ll take great pleasure in making you fall to your knees.”

“Why, you—” He’s the one who shuts me up with a kiss this time, our tongues dueling as my back arches, my legs spreading to give him more space.

“You are so beautiful,” he says against my lips, voice low and reverent. “Even more beautiful as you’re about to come on my fingers.”

“I’m not—” I begin, but trail off on a long moan.

“Yes, you are,” Aldric insists, his fingers moving faster, every movement designed to push me higher, until I reach the point of no return. “Come for me right now, Clara. Come for your lord.”