Page 133 of Autumn Queens & Shadows

She squirmed on my lap. “You will obey. I can ruin you.”

Hadn’t she already?

She watched as I trailed my hands over her legs and up her naked thighs. Her breath hitched when the material of her nightgown pulled up along with my hands and bunched until it was wrapped around her hips. Her chest rose faster and faster when I didn’t stop, my hands trailing up her waist and then over her perky tits. Pulling onto the strap, I tugged it down to reveal a puckered rosy nipple.

I realised what sin looked like when I put my hands on her. It was blasphemy. The contrast of cracked and scarred skin and broken knuckles that had never healed properly. Callused and twisted fingers, hands that had been soaked in blood and ripe with murder.

It was like she could read my thoughts. Taking my hand, she brought it to her lips, kissing each finger, each scar, before bridging it to her neck, then down her chest. “You know,” she said, leaning forward and taking my lips. “These are the first hands I’ve let touch me like this.” Her hands went under my unbuttoned shirt, and she grazed her fingers over my ribs until they met over at my back. “The first lips I’ve kissed were yours.” When she pulled back, her eyes turned glassy. “I wish you had been my every first.”

“That is the worst wish I’ve heard,” I murmured, nipping at her lips, wishing the very same thing.

“Want to hear something worse?” she asked, her hips slowly riding me as she kissed a path over my neck. “I think I’ve wished for you before I even saw you.”

“You wished for a rotten bastard not worth anything?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, sucking on my ear lobe. “You were my punishment.”

“I don’t want to be your punishment.”

“But I love,” she crooned in my ear, “to be punished.”

Her teeth dug into my skin and I hissed, my cock straining painfully against my leathers. “Gods, Thora Krigborn, what are you doing to me?”

She licked a path up my throat and then kissed me, sinking her mouth to mine. “What I’ve wanted to do to you for a very long time,” she murmured, biting my lip and then licking the sting away. “To make you mine.”

I let my hands fall between her legs and her spine arched, her fingers digging in my shoulders as I prodded at her slick entrance and pushed a finger in her tight cunt. Her lips parted with a moan that had my cock almost dig itself out of my britches. “I would have hurt you, sweetheart.” Her hips started riding my finger and I slipped another one, making her gasp and shake in my hold. “Fuck, Thora, how are you going to take me?”

Her eyes glazed and her swollen mouth parted open when I drove inside her faster. Delicate fingers digging in my hair as I kissed my way down to her breast, sinking my teeth on a taut nipple. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined my fingers inside you, my tongue tasting you. Shit, Thora, do you know how many times I've come thinking of this.”

“Later,” she breathed over my mouth, licking and tasting my lips. “Show me later.”

I chuckled. “You like watching me, little bird?”

She moaned when I rubbed my thumb against her core, circling them there until her limbs began shaking. “It’s the single most attractive thing I’ve ever witnessed. Beside your tits. Those are impeccable, too.”

She gave me a hard look when I pulled my fingers out of her and hooked her legs around my waist to stand. I laid her on the bed before climbing over her naked body, just looking at her. Just looking at the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid my eyes upon. Black hair spread over the white sheets, her pale skin flushed pink, her lips swollen red, and her legs spread wide open for me. It had to be a dream.

“What?” she asked, running her fingers over my lips. “Stage fright?”

“You little shit.” My little shit.

“Forgot what happens now, did you?” She giggled, squirming under me and reaching for my belt. “Worry not. You’re in safe hands.”

I let her undress me, watching her eyes widen just slightly when she wrapped a hand around my cock, her fingers barely circling my length. “Oh.”

“What? Stage fright?” Leaning in, I peppered her mouth with kisses, directing her hand to move over my very stiff cock that was practically weeping and begging just to be touched by her. “I will show you how to work the props.”

“I know how to handle one, Malik.”

“You don’t know how to handle mine, sweetheart. I don’t like being pet, so tighten your hand around me.” I groaned, pushing my tongue in her mouth as she started pumping me in her little tight fist. “Fuck, that’s it. Tighter, sweetheart. Shit, that’s it. You’re doing so well.”

Her hips bucked when I reached between her legs to run my fingers over her slicken sex that was so ready to be filled, circling that spot that made her throw her back with a moan.

“So sensitive.”

“Only with you,” she panted, her hips rocking against my touch.

I’d been patient for ten years. I’d waited for ten fucking years. Later. We’d do this later. “Open your legs wide for me, all the petting can wait after I’ve thoroughly fucked you. I can’t wait a second longer.”