Page 89 of Bound By the Sleeper’s Harp

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “You know what happens next, I hope?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I… Yes.”

“I would warn you, but I’m not sure there’s any stopping this.”

The corner of her mouth twitched and she said, “You mean, now’s not the time to run?”

“Running is the absolute worst thing you should do around me right now.”

“Is that a dare?” Her words came out breathy.

“It—”

She ripped her hand from beneath his and darted around him, breaking into a sprint for the door leading into the house. For a split second, every coherent thought slid from his mind. A primal roar rose from his chest then burst free. He lunged for her, catching her just as she reached for the doorknob. His arms wrapped around her, dragging flush against him. The feel of her naked, soft skin beneath his palms short-circuited his brain.

A delighted giggle burst from her chest and she all but collapsed into him. He wanted to devour her, to possess her, to fuck her until he was imprinted between her pretty thighs, so that every time she saw him, her pussy tightened in memory of him.

“That, baby girl, was a very bad decision.” He was already walking them forward, keeping a tight hold on her, until her body was pinned flush to the door, his chest pressing tight against her back. Her breathing turned to panting, and damn. He lifted her hair away, then licked up the column of her neck, covering her in his scent, tasting her skin, nuzzling against her.

“Are you wet for me, little female?” He already knew the answer. His voice was pitched lower, a goblin’s voice.

“Maybe,” she whispered, half-heartedly squirming against him, as if she were going anywhere. No, he wasn’t letting her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

He blinked, regaining a modicum of rational thought. What the fuck was he doing?! Was he going to fuck her right here against a door in the garage? Growling, he wrenched himself backwards. He hauled her from the door, keeping her firmly tucked against his chest, and opened the door, walking her in, guiding her through the house and up the stairs, then into his bedroom.

She kept giggling the whole way, tiny bursts of delight escaping her. She hadn’t been drinking—he’d watched her closely. No, these little giggles… They were because of him. Heat radiated from his chest. She was happy because of him.

He turned her to face him. Using more restraint than he thought possible, he said, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I would never. So if you don’t want this, you need to tell me now, because the moment I get started…”

“You won’t stop?”

He ran a hand over the shaved side of his scalp. “I would never hurt you, Elle, baby. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. I’m not that much of a beast.”

“Well, you look like one, and I’m completely here for it,” she said. “I’m serious, it’s freaking hot. You know that right? Like—” She twirled her pointer finger in circles. “This whole goblin thing. It makes me wet.”

He groaned. “Not helping, baby girl. Just answer my question before my control snaps. And no talking of—that. Not until I can unleash myself.”

She huffed, reigning in a smug smile. “I didn’t lie this morning when I told you I haven’t been properly fucked in a while. In case you’re wondering, a while translates to years. Like, zero sex at all. So, I don’t know why you’re still standing there when I’m dripping onto my thighs⁠—”

He was on her in a blink, his mouth fitted over hers, silencing her, turning her words to gentle mews and sighs as his tongue claimed hers. His arms wrapped around her body, lifting her to bring her closer, until she wrapped her legs around his hips. The warm heat of her bared pussy pressed against his jeans, left him cursing under his breath. He carried her to the bed and gently deposited her.

She was naked, and flushed, and entirely his.

His movements turned urgent as he jerked out of his shirt and shucked off his jeans. He stood motionless, letting her look her fill. This little female had no fucking idea what she was in for. But she was about to find out.

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My mouth went dry at the sight of Bastian’s gloriously naked body. Naturally, my eyes went straight to that damn piercing at the base of his shaft. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it since my mouth had explored him.

I had.

The bar was bent to shape, and capped with metal balls on each end, sized perfectly to massage my clit while he was inside of me. What would it feel like? A little whimper fled my lips at the thought.

“I’d tell you there’s still time to change your mind, but I’d be lying.” His eyes darted over my naked body sprawled on his bed. I glanced down and immediately snapped my thighs together. They’d been obscenely splayed. Just for him.