Page 100 of The Song of the Void

I clenched my jaw. “Faster.”

Oddly obedient, she increased the pressure of her lips, the pace of her movements, and the frequency of the pulses of pleasure.

My vision blurred. The need for release built inside me, deep and ravenous, intensifying to a point of furious desperation. Close, I was so fucking close. I gritted out her name one last time.

Then she stopped.

The pleasure bursts faded. Her hands slowed, then left my throbbing cock. The warmth of her mouth slid away with an unsatisfying pop.

I refocused on her, panting, nearly dizzy with frustration after being right on the edge and having that release fizzle out. It took a few seconds of staring at her smug expression for my mind to return to clarity.

She gave me another light lick, almost like an apology, but I was so sensitive it nearly hurt. “Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” She bit her lip. Curious, no doubt, how I’d counter her sassy little teases.

A dangerous smile crept across my face. “Get up here.” My voice was even despite the buzz of power skittering along my skin. I dug one hand into her hair, tugging her up and forward until she straddled me on the bed, that fanged smirk still curling her lips. “Do you think this is funny?”

“Maybe. Or maybe pissing you off just gets me hotter.”

“You have to work a lot harder than that to piss me off, sweetheart. But for the rest of the night—” With my fingers buried in her hair, I tilted her head at an angle and pressed my mouth against her ear. I wanted her to feel the heat of my breath and every carefully controlled word I spoke. “You’re going to be fucking good and take what I give you.”

Zephra shivered.

In one quick motion, I flipped her to lie back on the bed, her hair spread out across my pillow. She hardly had time to chuckle before I crushed my mouth against hers, fierce and hot. “Arms up.”

She hurried to obey.

I stole what I needed from the nightstand drawer, painfully aware of the hunger in her gaze as it fell on the ribbon in my grip. It was like what she used to tie her hair back, maybe a bit thicker and stronger; it had to be for my purposes. I tightly looped the ribbon around her wrists and the curled iron bars of the headboard until she was ensnared, helpless beneath me.

I’d never take her trust for granted.

“I love you. What do you say when you want me to stop?”

“Tidepool. But I’m always safe when I’m with you. Never happier than when I’m under your power, Rei.”

Fuck, if she didn’t know exactly how to set my heart alight and turn me on at the same damn time. “Good.” I dug my fingers into her thighs, pushing them back to spread her perfectly for me. My cock throbbed to life again. If I wanted, I could shove inside her so deep from this angle, she’d gasp and whimper and shake within seconds. And I did want to. But she needed to be tortured first, just like she did to me.

“Do you want me to fuck this sweet pussy until it’s sore and dripping?”

She nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

A different power flooded my veins, one I didn't have to keep reigned in. “Then beg for it. Once you’re a pathetic, pleading mess for me, I’ll fuck the last bit of that saucy attitude out of you.” I clamped my teeth around the hardened peak of her breast, rolling the other between my fingers. A cool, smoky breeze rustled the curtains before the patio door, giving me a brief reprieve from the heat radiating off my skin. I slipped my hand between her legs, shuddering at the wetness intermingled with oil. I rubbed circles around her clit, lazily enough to be infuriating; a trick of hers I didn’t mind using, as long as I managed to stay patient.

Zephra gasped, chest heaving—an almost innocent look, as if she hadn't just been tormenting me with her touch. Her body responded as if thirsty for me, and her eyes—fuck, her eyes. Glazed blue, so dark with sin, completely locked on mine. They devoured me as I carefully inserted two fingers inside her.

My cock ached enough to rip a frustrated groan from my throat. I turned it into a growl, pumping my fingers into her roughly. “You know what I want to hear, Zephra.”

“Wh-what? That you have the biggest dick in the world?”

I snickered. “I love having my ego stroked as much as the next man, but no.” That adorable sass earned her a harsh, deep thrust. I curled my fingers inside her, beckoning her closer to that high she so cruelly denied me.

As usual, she kept up a facade of defiance that fractured at the merciless pace of my fingers. Her walls clenched around me, and she bit her lip, an unsuccessful attempt to silence a moan.

I left her empty and wanting.

Zephra’s thighs trembled. She fidgeted as much as the knots would allow, whining softly at me, wordless, pleading sounds.