Page 84 of Bound By the Sleeper’s Harp

“I’m okay with that,” she said at last. “I…” She exhaled, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been properly fucked in a long time, Bastian.”

His world crumbled away and he snapped.

With fluid movements, he bounded across the bed for her, took her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue moving against hers. She let out a surprised squeak before relaxing against him. His pointed teeth weren’t so sharp as to cut her.

A gentle hand pushed at his shoulder, a request. He rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. She straddled his chest, leaning over to lay kisses along his throat. Every one made his heart beat faster. Made his breaths come faster.

Her hair tickled his skin, sent shivers racing over him.

He watched with heavy lids, one arm propped behind his head, as she made her way down his body. She used the same focus on him that she used while dancing, each movement sinuous and graceful, from the placement of her arms to the way she tilted her head, the slope of her neck.

She settled between his thighs and her warm palm found his length, wrapping around him. His abdomen clenched. Her fingers brushed over the metal piercing and she hummed in appreciation, eyes flicking up to meet his with curiosity and heat. His lips twitched before he pressed them into a tight line. Mostly to keep from crying out. He’d never been vocal in bed—it wasn’t his thing. But damn, he was about ready to moan as she stroked him with a firmness that had his balls tightening.

He’d imagined this multiple times over the past few days, imagined it was her hand instead of his that he fucked in the shower. He thought he’d done a good job of it, but this? This was a thousand times better.

“Eleanor,” he bit out—a warning.

A mischievous smile—so fucking mischievous—stretched across her lips. “What’s the matter, Goblin? Can’t control yourself?”

He tutted. “My control is unparalleled. Usually.” His brain was short-circuiting, his thoughts fracturing.

She lifted an eyebrow, stroking him up and down again. “But not this time?”

“You difficult female,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble. Her pupils blew wide and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She was so fucking sexy—and entirely his. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” She bent forward and her tongue darted out, licking away the bead of precum seeping from his tip. His hips jerked upward, the sensation sending shivers through him. “Well then. Let’s see how long it takes for that unparalleled control to snap, hmm?”

She fell upon him then, her mouth wrapping around his cock, swallowing him. His jaw wrenched open and a loud, uncontrolled cry burst free. Warmth and pleasure spread through his center, racing up his spine, up his neck, burrowing into his brain. His chest heaved and he tried—oh, yes, he tried so hard—not to slam his hips upward again. Tried and failed. His fingers found that beautiful cotton candy pink hair, tangling in her tresses.

He’d warned her, hadn’t he? And she’d known what she was getting into. So…

He fucked her mouth, rolling his hips as she took him so well, swallowing him down against the back of her throat. His female was an absolute pleasure. Why had he withheld himself for so long? From this? From her?

Tiny sounds came from her throat, vibrating through his cock. Sounds of pleasure. She was enjoying this. He shuddered against her, overcome with sensation. His balls tightened. He tried to push back against that welling feeling. But her teeth gently grazed upwards along the length of him, biting, just rough enough that⁠—

He came apart, his seed rising up, spilling out in hot waves as his cock spasmed. He groaned her name, no longer caring for the sounds that he made. She swallowed him down, his female. Heat spread through his chest, radiating outward like charges of electricity, traversing his veins, straight to his extremities. It swept over him, dousing him, changing him.

Something fundamental shifted in his brain—something he’d never felt.

Her tongue continued to lap at him, cleaning every last drop. Then she pulled away. The mess he’d made of her was sublime.

When her eyes found his, she wore a crooked smile on her face. A smile he’d never seen before. A smile just for him.

Seeing it, feeling it—everything clicked into place. He swallowed, mesmerized, unable to tear his gaze from her, this beautiful little female who had ensnared him so fully.

Fear pierced through his post-orgasm haze as the realization sank in. There was no question now, who she was, what she was to him. Which meant he also knew with absolute certainty there would be no turning back. Not now. Not ever.

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Istared at Bastian, my chest swelling with smug satisfaction. He looked at me with wide eyes, his breaths coming in rapid bursts. I’d never felt so worshiped with that gaze. No one had ever looked at me like this.

“Well,” I managed, running a finger around the edges of my lips like I was fixing lipstick, cleaning up the mess he’d made of me. “So much for your unparalleled control.”

A low, warning growl lifted into the air, setting the hairs of my arms on end, sending shivers of delight down my spine. I backed up on my knees, unafraid, when I probably should have been. He tracked the motion, sitting up. I backed up a little further. He seemed to lean toward me, like a predator tracking prey, like he knew what I intended and was anticipating my movements.

He hadn’t lied. He’d fucked me—thoroughly. My jaw would be sore. But none of that mattered. I ached for him, my arousal slicking my thighs. The orgasm he’d given me had done little to temper this fire. But instead of giving in, I had the sudden urge to see how far I could push him.

In a graceful sweep of motion, I slid off the bed and stood. His movements were inhumanly swift as he followed after me. “Eleanor,” he warned, speaking through clenched teeth. “Where you going, baby girl?”