Page 114 of The Hunted

“I think more the opposite, really. I would take pleasure fucking you in here, walking you naked through the house and then letting them all listen to the rest of our evening. And I appreciate even more that you would let me do it and enjoy it. But I’m not quite sure they could … settle it. So, are you opposed to me helping with your ruined gown instead? Because I am not leaving this room without fucking you. And since I promised to cut off anything you wore under a gown, I feel it’s only proper I keep it.”

“Do you even carry something to cut this apart? Do they train spoiled, arrogant princes to even use a blade, or—”

The next words caught in her throat when the cool, sharp edge of a blade found the curve in the back of her shoulder. The hand between her thighs stroked her over top the delicate lace covering her sex and his teeth grazed over her jaw.

“In fact,” he said, letting the knife draw down to the corset of the gown, “we are trained in that, yes. Now, do hush.”

She couldn’t promise anything.

He had that effect on her.

Eryx’s blade found the bottom ribbon on the corset at the same time his fingertips began to press harder against the seam of her sex. Every cut of the knife through the criss-crossed silk at her back had his fingers moving a little faster between her thighs.

Though she felt the cool metal kiss her skin, his hand and objective were steady. Never once did he bite or even nick her with the knife. All the while, he managed to get her panting against the smirk of his lips while his hand at her pussy moved faster until she was begging him not to stop.

“Please, please … oh, please.”

The low, broken whines faded into the noise of the solarium and the ripping of her dress when he pulled the delicate bodice down to her waist.

The bliss came on in a wave—a crest taking her under and then dragging her oh, so high. Her palms found the glass while she trembled her way through the orgasm. The loss of his hand between her thighs echoed in her bones, but her body still sang on.

The chiffon and silk of the skirt met the floor under his handling. She stepped on expensive, delicate fabric embroidered with sparkling beads that she was sure had taken its maker days to create. She ruined it in seconds with the soles of her feet when Eryx spun her around right where she stood on the gown.

The knife was still in his hand, and he spun the tip against her collarbone. “Ready me, sweet Arelle.”

She liked the tease of the sharp blade entirely too much as she lowered down for him. The tie of his trousers came off easily under her handling. The thin undergarments beneath his pants were the only thing keeping his erection from her. His cock strained against the gray fabric that she found was rather rough under the softness of her palm when she rubbed against him.

“In my mouth?” she asked, peering up at him.

“Suck me until I come, and then take very single drop.”

Arelle flashed a smile, the flash of heat between her thighs making her sigh. “As you wish.”

Untying the one small bit of leather keeping his undergarments tight to the cut-V of his groin, Arelle freed his cock to her waiting palm. She stroked him tight and fast, but only twice. He wanted her mouth, and she just wanted a taste.

He was silken, hot, and salty against her tongue. The second her lips wrapped around his length, his hips jutted forward to get her swallowing his entire length. The blade traced the delicate line of her throat while his other hand fisted her hair at the top of her head.

She found paradise in his blue irises.

“Just as you do,” he told her, still pumping his hips to a speed he wanted. “Keep looking at me and start singing for me, my little mermaid.”

Yes, because he loved the music she made. She would swear, though, that there was nothing more fascinating than the sounds he made. Those deep, heady grunts as he worked himself higher with her mouth around his cock. It made her wetter, and the softness of the delicates between her thighs were sticky from her arousal.

His heart raced.

She could feel it in the pulses of his dick.

“Fuck … fuck,” he muttered.

Her eyes blurred with water, but she loved that too. His rough handling only made her empty pussy clench with need.

He gave her no warning before he came. Just a harsh moan that followed the hot spurt of his semen hitting the back of her tongue. She took every single drop.

Just the way he wanted.

Those fingers of his tightened into her hair until she gasped from the sting, but he held her firm to his cock until all at once, he pulled her away. In a breath, Arelle faced the windows again. The blade was back at what remained of her clothing when he’d spread her legs wide enough that he was satisfied.

“Perfect.”