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“We need a secret code,” Riven says, caressing my nipple with his thumb. “Something you can say if you want me to stop.”

“Nightshade,” I blurt out.

“Nightshade it is,” he says with a chuckle as he slides down my body, kissing me wherever he wants. Drifting lower and lower, his kisses spin all my thoughts into candyfloss. He pins my legs open and stares at my cunt. I wriggle in place, feeling too exposed, even though my underthings are still on. I know he can see how wet I am, how I’ve soaked through the fabric from a combination of this conversation, his simple touches, and his sinful mouth.

“Keep your legs open,” he demands, releasing his firm grip.

The rebellious part of me wants to disobey, but it loses to the larger part of me that wants—no, needs—to see what he’ll do next.

Seconds stretch into what feels like minutes as he stares at my core until he finally lowers his face between my legs and… inhales. It’s a deep breath, one he holds within him. At last, he exhales, the warmth causing gooseflesh to pebble across my skin.

His tongue juts out, and he licks the already soaked fabric.

I buck up into him.

He tsks. “Stay still, little witch.”

I whimper as he licks me again. His tongue is a flame against the cool cotton.

“Fuck,” he groans. I watch as his hand dips back into his pants. It’s unfair that I can’t touch him, inspect every inch of him the way he’s thoroughly inspecting me. “You are so fucking perfect.”

I’m hot all over from his words.

His finger replaces his tongue as he touches me over the fabric. One stroke. Another. Each one applies a little more pressure until I’m begging for more.

“Riven, please⁠—”

“You’re doing so well, Gwyn.” He switches to two fingers, rapidly rubbing them against me, the way I would if I were touching myself. It amazes me, how well he tunes into my body, my cues. “My gods, look at you. So fucking close to coming just from my fingers.”

My mind is devoid of anything other than the precipice I’m hurtling toward. He presses on my most sensitive spot with his thumb, and I’m seeing stars as I fall from the cliff, the action tearing an orgasm from me that is so intense it has me crying out and my back arching off the bed.

Sweat dapples my forehead as I blink my vision clear.

Riven grins at me.

“Taste me,” I demand, holding his gaze. “Put your fingers in your mouth, Riven, until I tell you to remove them.”

He obeys, holding two glistening fingers up and popping them into his mouth as if he’s just consumed something delicious and he wants to leave nothing to waste. I bite my lip as his eyes flutter shut. If my hands weren’t bound, I’d be touching myself again to work myself up another cliff I can fall from.

“Enough,” I say. “Untie me.”

When his eyes slowly reopen, he leans forward and releases my arms. They’re a little sore at the sockets, but nothing an enchanted mug of white willow tea won’t soothe. He brings each wrist to his mouth and kisses the pink-tinged skin.

“You okay?” His thumbs rub small circles where he just kissed.

“More than okay.”

“Good.” He steals a kiss. “Thoughts on being bound?”

“Yes.”

His eyebrows lift. “Yes?”

“Definitely.” I smile. “Thoughts on letting me be in control for a little while?”

“Eager to call me a good boy?”

“Not when you probably prefer to be called a gorgeous fae bastard,” I retort, tapping his nose with my index finger.