Page 90 of Bound By the Sleeper’s Harp

“Oh no, Elle, baby. Open wide for me.”

I sucked in a breath.

“Now,” he ordered. “I won’t ask again.”

Heat raced through me. I should have balked at his command, but my body betrayed me, legs falling wide. I was completely exposed, just as I’d been when we’d gone swimming.

“That’s my good girl.”

He was over me in an instant, fitting his body to mine, arms braced on either side of my shoulders. His skin, though inhuman, was covered in the same kind of hair humans had. Dark and coarse, it grew along his arms and legs, tickling my skin. There was a little across his chest, and bit of it trailed down his navel to his cock, now hidden where our bodies touched, hard and hot between us.

Our eyes locked. I saw myself reflected in his black orbs. Unlike his human form, there was no green to be had. Just inky blackness, almost demonic.

I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in a long time. Knowing he’d wrestled with indecision over the past few days, it was a thrill that he’d finally given in. Like he couldn’t resist me, just as I could no longer resist him.

He dipped his head and found my throat, licking in broad strokes. His tongue was flat and hot against me. Wet. I’d never been…licked like this, with this kind of intention. It felt animalistic, like he was trying to cover me in himself. My core clenched.

I reached for him, relishing in the feel of his warm skin beneath my palms. I explored his torso, anywhere I could touch. Squeezing. Loving the feel of his dense muscle.

His licks turned to nips, and then he was working his way down my body, pausing to circle his tongue around my pebbled nipples. He took one into his mouth and sucked. I felt a zing straight to my clit. The ache between my legs pulsed. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, only to squeeze his hips instead. He continued downward. Each press of his sharp, pointed teeth sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. My body worked itself into a desperate frenzy and my breaths turned heavy.

The wet sensation of his tongue found my folds and he began lapping at me, letting out tiny growls that vibrated against my skin, against my opening.

“This pussy is my undoing, sugar.”

I stifled a gasp. Lips latched onto my clit, then sucked. My hips arched off the bed. A series of mews fell from my mouth as he worked me, as I rose higher and higher. His tongue sank inside and swirled. I cried out, jerking against him.

Pressure built, expanding outward. Leaving me incensed.

“Bas… Bastian…” I chanted. “Please, I’m…so close. Please!”

His movements slowed, doing the exact opposite of what I was begging for.

“Bastian,” I hissed, releasing the bunches of comforter and tangling my fingers in his long hair. My other hand cupped the shaved side of his scalp, the short hairs velvety soft against my palm.

He lifted his head and growled, his eyes locking with mine for a brief instant. My stomach swooped at what I saw. A predator, claiming his prize. Like a starving wolf tearing at a fresh kill, guarding it with his life. The thought should have disgusted me, but it did the opposite. My chest burst with something I’d never felt.

He dipped his head again and continued. I pressed his face more firmly against my pussy, hips rolling to meet each swipe of his tongue. My abdomen tightened. “Come for me, Elle,” he ordered. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue.”

He was, every inch of him, pure male. It had never been like this with anyone. Never. For all Bastian’s intimidating experience, his confidence, his possessiveness, there was still a vulnerable quality about him. I felt sexy, worshiped, adored…powerful.

So fucking powerful.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hips bucking. “Yes!”

A hand came around and pinned me in place, his ringed fingers splayed wide over my abdomen. Another broad sweep of his tongue, then a final suck on my clit. I cried out, back arching off the bed as my orgasm washed over me, drenching me in unguarded pleasure, dragging me away with it.

I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, tiny stars exploding in my vision. A low growl, laced with satisfaction, punctuated my noisy breathing. I blinked up at the ceiling, still floating in bliss, when strong hands found my hips. Before I could process what was happening, Bastian flipped me onto my front. I half gasped, half giggled, drunk on pleasure. Then my hips were being lifted into position.

“Oh, fuck,” I managed, quickly bracing my elbows on the bed. His knees nudged my legs apart until I was fully bared.

“Good girl,” Bastian purred, that goblin voice so low, so sinful, I couldn’t help but shiver at his praise. I wanted every good girl he was willing to give. Something about him made me want to be on my knees before him. Made me want to submit.

Lips kissed my left buttock, feather light, then my right. Heat erupted on my face. The thought of Bastian Croft, a goblin bounty hunter, seeing me like this, completely bared to him, with his face so close, made me fluttery. It was in incredibly vulnerable position. Yet, I still felt safe.

There was a long pause, then a hot tongue at the base of my spine, licking upwards. “You are mine,” he uttered. The power of those words settled over me like a blanket, and for a split second, I wondered if there was magic in them.

Then he loomed over me, pressing his chest to my back. He used his hands to pin mine in place. The move was so erotic. He was claiming me, as if he thought I’d escape. His thick arms braced mine, chin tucked in the crook between my shoulder and neck.