Page 98 of Claimed By the Depths

“Then crawl.” She gestured toward the bed. “If you’re pretty enough, perhaps you’ll be rewarded.”

Peeling myself from her, I sank to the floor. My heated flesh greeted the chilled floorboards, a deep-seated ache descending to my lower abdomen. Far more desperate than I wished to admit, I did exactly as she demanded.

Rohen followed, each footfall making my cock throb even more. Nails caressing my spine, she crooned, “You’re such a good boy.”

“Fuck, Rohen,” I hissed, my pace increasing with urgency. Closing the gap, I pivoted and settled on my ass, my attention immediately settling on her.

As if capable of predicting my movements, she sat on her haunches in waiting. Before I could compliment her beauty, she silenced me with her palm, nails burrowing into my skin. A rasped groan slipped from me, and in the periphery came the gleam of silver as she retrieved her preferred dagger from her waist.

“Pull the fabric of your shirt taut,” she ordered, her sultry cadence asphyxiating every ounce of my sanity.

Obliging, I grabbed the hem of the linen and tugged until it couldn’t stretch further. Not wasting a second, Rohen flipped the blade in her grasp and glided its sharpened edge up the material. Its tear carved through the silence as she freed my upper half. Satisfied with her work, she returned the weapon and, with no warning, yanked on the chain attached to both nipples.

“S-Shit,” I grunted, hips instinctively rolling. “Please, Ro…”

“Mmm, try again.”

Scanning her features, I barely had time to contemplate her request as she ripped on the silver links again. “Fuck.”

“Try. Again,” she ordered, heavy lids hooding her stare.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you⁠—”

Fingers moving from my neck, she squeezed my jaw as she hauled me toward her. As our noses brushed, each word she uttered went straight to my length. “Mommy. You will call me mommy.”

“Yes, mommy,” I moaned, my back arching against the wood.

“My good boy,” she crooned as she raked her touch down my chest, settling just above the hem of my trousers. “As promised, you deserve a reward. What would you like?”

“You.” Raking over her frame and the dominance emanating from her, I continued, “Gods, you. In whatever way you will bless me.”

“Perfect.” Her heels met the floor again, palms vanishing from me as she rose to stand. “On the bed.”

Off the floor faster than I could comprehend, I settled on the mattress. Rohen was there just as quickly, pulling the shredded fabric from my arms before she guided my back to meet the comforter. I allowed her to gather one of my wrists and offered her the other. Skin resting against smoothed timber, she chained me to the bed with a satisfied hum.

Hands trailing down my chest and stomach, she hooked her fingers around my waistband and, with one tug, stripped me of all layers down to mid-thigh. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach with starved need.

“Gods, you’re big,” she muttered as she stepped away to work on her own blouse.

Caressing her own curves, she moved with lethal languidity. Guided by seduction just as deadly as a blade, fabric slid up her stomach to reveal freckled flesh beneath it. Each inch robbed me of thought and word, the underside of her breasts taunting me until she hauled the rest of the material over her head.

Carved by the gods, the moonlight caught her lithe frame, painting her in a way I wished to remember. The scars littering her skin spoke of the tumultuous storms she had survived, the battles that had been unsuccessful in stealing her from this realm. Light pink nipples pebbled, their beauty vanishing as she cupped her assets. Leveling her gaze on me, she squeezed her breasts in a way I longed to.

“You’re exquisite,” I breathed, yanking on the cuffs. “Fuck. Please.”

A soft smile graced her expression before she turned her back on me. The familiar drum of her feet returned as she walked toward my desk. Snatching the chair behind it, she dragged it across the planks with her return, dropping it inches from where I rested.

“What… What are you doing?” I panted.

Working her belt free, she didn’t offer me a reply nor reprieve as she kicked off her boots, only to slip from her trousers. Her lower half was just as perfect as her upper, and saliva pooled in my mouth as I scanned her figure.

“Do you like what you see, Caspian Vayne?”

I groaned like the pathetic man I was. “Gods, yes.”

“Good.” Stepping toward me, her shimmering emeralds studied my body before she dropped herself into my chair. I went to speak, but as she parted her thighs, everything else vanished. “Then beg for my cunt.”

I watched as her fingers trailed down her sternum, dancing over her navel as she sank lower. Pressing one into her core, a light moan caused her chest to hitch before she retreated, spreading herself for me.