Page 110 of Revenant

“Hm?” The vibrations send a tingle across my lips and I press in a little harder to absorb them all.

Bringing my mouth to his ear, I whisper, “Because all I could think about was how you felt on top of me. The anticipation was killing me, Koen. Made for a very distracting session.” I bite his neck. Hard.

He groans, and instinctively his hand finds its way around my throat. He brings my face back to his, and I smile at him, my pussy clenching with the tension. Vines slither up the walls and down the ceiling at my silent command, the plants Eldritch had me place around the room earlier in the day, turning out to have a whole other purpose.

One of the sprouts circles his wrist where he holds me captive, and his eyes immediately go to it. Another following right after, ensnaring his opposite wrist that’s resting at his side.

They both retract slightly, pulling his hand from my throat and holding them both just an inch away from my body. “Didn’t anyone tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” I ask, climbing off him. He chuckles lightly, nothing like his laugh earlier.

My hands lift, and the magic slithers through me like it already knows what to do. And it does, but not because it wants to, but because I demand it. Keeping the tension around his wrists, the vines retreat and pull the chair—and Koen—back against the wall.

Twisting my hands up to face the ceiling, I raise my arms, and in unison, Koen is lifted out of the chair, his back pressing firmly against the wall as the vines suspend him. Pure bliss spreads over his face—looking completely enthralled with this recent development.

“You know I could easily get out of these, right?” he muses.

I quirk a brow. “Is that so? Care to test that theory?” I stalk toward him, sliding the chair out of the way. Running my hands up his sides, I don’t miss the way his dick pulses against my navel. My nails dig into his flesh, raking down his sides and over the chess piece tattoo I know is hidden beneath his shirt. I’ll admit I’ve never been with an uncut guy before, but that FaceTime session definitely had my curiosity piqued.

I pull one of my hands away, calling a single flame to my fingertip. Koen’s eyes grow a bit wide as I pull the hem of his shirt away from his body and move my finger toward the fabric.

“Careful, love.”

I smirk. “You don’t trust me?”

He looks at me with a mixture of excitement and hesitation. I take his silence for what it is—trust is earned.

And that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

I set the bottom of his shirt ablaze, putting out the flame on my finger, and watch as the heat eats away at his shirt. Once it travels up the middle to his neckline, I extinguish it with just a thought. The tattered remains of his shirt fall to the way side, exposing his sculpted abs and distinguished V.

My fingers fumble with his belt before yanking his pants down. My eyes grow wide at the sheer size of him, and suddenly, I’m not feeling so sure of myself.

Well, no going back now.

Something about him—this immortal vampire—tied up and completely at my mercy does something to me. Before I can over think it, I wrap my hand around his cock and gulp when my fingers barely touch. I stroke his length, pulling the skin back to expose the head, a hiss escaping him through clenched teeth.

A smile tugs at my lips, loving the way my touch affects him. “By all means, get out of the restraints…just know if you escape before I want you to, I stop.”

My intentions are crystal clear, and he nods his head. I drop to my knees, working over him a few times, his hips bucking with each stroke. The ache between my legs grows almost unbearable and rubbing my legs together is doing nothing except making it worse.

A drop of precum settles at his tip, and I have this overwhelming need to taste him. Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around the head, the salty taste sending a shock of arousal straight to my core. I moan around him as I continue working him into my mouth.

He’s so big, stretching my cheeks, and I realize I’m only halfway there. My hand pumps the bottom half in tandem with my mouth moving up and down his length.

“Fuck, love. Yes, just like that,” he praises, and I can’t help myself. I use one of my hands to snake beneath my skirt, moving my soaked thong to the side and choke on him when my fingers make contact with my clit.

I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. I press my fingers deep inside myself as I take more of him in my mouth, the fullness something I’ve never experienced.

“Are you wet for me, Alicent?” Something about my name falling from his lips makes my walls constrict around my fingers. Not wanting to pull my mouth off him, I only nod in reply. Moving my fingers, I rub against my most sensitive area, my knees almost giving out the moment I make contact.

Koen pulls at the vines, and with my loss of concentration, he almost breaks free. But I push more power into them, strengthening their hold. “Please, I need to taste you. I can smell…I can smell everything I’m doing to you. I just need a taste,” he begs, and it should make me feel self-conscious that he can smell me. But I know it’s just his unnatural ability; everything is more potent, and it gives me a thrill knowing he can sense what this is doing to me and he can’t do anything about it.

I pull off him, taking a step back as his aching cock rages in front of me. My fingers thread the material around my waist before pulling my thong down and stepping out. A cool breeze meets my sensitive flesh, creating a whole new sensation that’s driving me mad.

Wrapping my thong around his cock, I stroke the material over him, relishing in the way he groans with each movement. Bringing the fabric to his eye level, I don’t miss the twinkle in his eye, as though he understands my intentions. “A taste? Is that what you’re craving?”

His fangs make an appearance, and at this point, it doesn’t even faze me. Instead, my core clenches, knowing exactly how they would feel scraping against my flesh.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” he breathes and the sight of him unraveling is almost too much to witness.