Page 134 of The Cost of Blood and Bonds

His hands find my waistband, and he tugs my leathers down, over my hips, down my thighs, letting them pool at my ankles. The cold air hits my bare skin. His foot nudges between mine, spreading my legs as far as the leathers will allow. Then his other foot presses outward, stretching the fabric taut between my ankles. Trapping me there, open and exposed, locked in place. Then his palm presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me forward. Bending me over until I’m pressed against the cold stone, completely at his mercy.

His hand dips between my legs and finds my clit, picking up right where he left off, fast and relentless. The pleasure is so intense my legs nearly give out, and I brace harder against the stone to keep myself upright.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice is feral. “Beg me to spank you, little fox. Tell me how badly you need it.”

All I feel is raw and all-consuming need, impossible to deny.

“Please. Please spank me. I need it. Need to feel your hand on my⁠—”

His hand cracks against my ass before I can finish.

A filthy moan spills out of me. The sting is brief, a flash of heat that turns into something else entirely. Something that makes me arch back further, begging for more.

“That’s what you wanted?” He’s panting now, completely undone. His hand kneads the sting before spanking me again. “Wanted me to turn this perfect ass red?”

“Yes—” I’m gone. “Yes, Rye. Please⁠—”

He rewards me with his fingers, plunging two deep inside me, while his thumb circles my clit. His other hand palms my stinging ass, soothing and owning all at once.

“Say it right, little fox.” His voice is unraveled.

Another spank and another thrust.

“Ryewood—” The name rips out of me as his fingers drive deeper. “Oh fuck—Ryewood⁠—”

Another spank. Another curl of his fingers against that spot inside me. I’m making sounds that don’t even sound human anymore.

“That’s it.” His voice is guttural. “Scream my name, little fox.”

“Ryewood!” I’m mindless. “Please—Ryewood—please don’t stop⁠—”

I’m so close. The pleasure is coiling so tight, ready to snap—then he stops with his fingers stilling inside me.

“No—” I sob. “No, please, Ryewood. Please⁠—”

“Shhh.” His hand soothes my burning ass. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He grips my hips and spins me around. My back hits the cold stone. Before I can think, he drops to his knees. I look down at him, and the hunger in his eyes makes my breath catch.

“Do you know how fucking perfect you’ve been?” His voice is fraying at the edges. “Every filthy confession. Every desperate sound. Every time you begged for me.” His hands spread me open, and my knees threaten to give out. “You’ve earned this. But you don’t come until I say. And when I let you, I want my name on your lips. My full name. Understood?”

I nod; I’m going to die right here with his filthy words ringing in my ears.

His mouth crashes into me, and his tongue drags through my core like he owns me, tasting every inch before his lips close around my clit and licks.

I shamelessly moan.

He devours me. His tongue fucks into me, deep, filthy thrusts, then drags back to my clit, circling, flicking, licking until the world narrows to nothing but his mouth. Two fingers slide inside me and curl, finding that spot that makes my vision blur.

“Ryewood—” I’m trembling. “Fuck⁠—”

He groans against my clit, a rumble of satisfaction that vibrates straight through my core. His fingers pump faster. His tongue works my clit in tight, relentless circles.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growls it against me, then sucks my clit back into his mouth. “Been dreaming about this.”

I’m so close, teetering on the edge of something devastating. I grab his hair, desperate for something to anchor me.

“Ryewood—” I’m barely holding on, every muscle in my body fighting to obey him. “Ryewood, please⁠—”