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He stripped off his shirt and silently strolled to her. Faye couldn’t help but admire how the candlelight reflected off the hard planes of his sculpted body. Her vampire was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Rune turned his back to the post and lifted his wrists over his head.

Faye quirked her lip when he gripped the top of the post and leaned forward to stare down at him. “Why are you so tall?”

He smirked at her and answered, “Fate did not grant you a small male.”

Faye bent his arms until Rune clasped his elbows. She smiled, taking her time to lace the silk over and around his forearms. Binding them together.

She got down and stood in front of him, admiring her handiwork. Faye slid her fingers under his belt and stood up on her toes. Rune leaned forward, lowering his head. Her lips met his. Feather-light and gentle as she ran her nails down his torso.

He groaned against her mouth and Faye finally pulled away. Black swept through his gaze and dissipated. “Perhaps a chair would be better suited for your games,” he said, leaning toward her.

“Not for this one.” Faye left him and went to the box. She returned with the blindfold. The corner of Rune’s mouth lifted as Faye stood on the bed once more and secured the blindfold over his eyes.

Faye came down, stepping in front of Rune. She frowned as Rune tracked her movements and tugged the blindfold lower.

“I do not need to see you to know where you are. I can scent you. I hear your heart beating,” he said, leaning closer.

Faye smoothed her hands over his chest and ran her nails lower before stopping at his pants. Pressing a kiss to the center of his chest as she unfastened his belt.

Chapter fifty-nine

Rune’smindblankedasshe pulled his belt open and unfastened his pants. The minx blindfolded him. He wanted to see her, watch her reactions. His fangs lengthened at the scent of her arousal. He wanted her pinned beneath him, his tongue coated in the taste of her.

Pin her, demand her submission, the Ra’Voshnik growled through his mind.

This is what she craves—

Rune’s breath caught as she pulled his length free. Darkness, he ached for her.

“What did you say earlier?” She asked. “Being tied was a small price to feel my lips.”

Rune’s head fell back as she cupped him while stroking his length. Her touch was so different from his own. She was gentle, torturous. Too light. He felt her go to her knees and canted his head. Her tongue dabbed the tip of his cock and Rune went rigid. The minx did it again and he hissed.

“Tell me what you like.” She stroked him, licking him in longer swipes.

Tell her you would like to fuck her mouth,the Ra’Voshnik grated.

Rune tensed as she took him past her lips. The warmth of her mouth surrounded him and Rune couldn’t think. He’d expected the creature to overtake him while his focus was in shambles. It remained present but made no move to strip him of his body.

I will rise when she releases us. It would upset our queen if I snapped her bindings.

She moved her mouth over him in time with her hand and Rune’s knees nearly buckled. “My experience is limited,” he rasped. Rune cursed in high tongue, willing his body still. His queen wanted him bound and he would remain so. Rune’s back tensed as she took him deeper, touching the back of her throat. His breaths became labored as she worked him.

She pulled back and said, “I like the way you taste.”

Rune caught his breath looking down. “Keep your pace and you will receive more than a taste.”

The minx lightened her touch, running her lips along his length. Offering soft kisses and licks until he was certain he’d be driven mad.

“You said I could watch while you slake yourself.”

Rune drew a ragged breath. “Untie me and I will gladly let you watch.”

She released him and stood. He listened as she walked to the front of the bed.Not untying me?Glass clinked and Faye returned to him. He and the Ra’Voshnik groaned when she grasped him again.

Her hand moving against him, slick with oil.

“Show me how you’d want to take me.”

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