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“Do more of it.” He took my hand, guiding it to survey the sway of his dark brows, down the fullness of black lashes, and along the perfect curvature of his sensuous lips, all while he held my stare with ardent concentration. “What say you? Does it meet my wife’s approval? Am I not shaped to divine perfection?”
“An age-old soul hiding beneath the beauty of a young man.”
“Quite so.”
I wasn’t sure what reaction I’d expected next, but it certainly wasn’t something so mundane as the man letting go of my hand in favor of a good stretch. He extended corded arms that could break my spine and took a deep breath, taking his time as if he hadn’t done so in ages—and perhaps he hadn’t.
“How long since you last slept?”
“Two centuries.” His sleep-roughened voice prickled across my shoulder as he turned to face me, letting my head slip into the cradle of his arm. “When I do sleep, it is often for days, months even, and so deeply that little can rouse me.”
“Why now?”
He thumbed my brow, slowly following its sway with a tenderness he displayed more and more often. “Mmm, my wife is curious.” His voice faded against the side of my neck where he kissed me, then he trailed his lips along my collarbone and down the fullness of my breast as he maneuvered himself on top of me. “Because if I sleep now, I trust I shall wake with you waiting by my side.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, followed by a careful rake of his teeth. “Your kiss,wife.”
A kiss he came to collect as he shifted on top of me, wedging his legs between my knees so I would spread for him. His mouth covered mine as he rocked his hard shaft against the junction of my legs, pressing down until my nymph pulsated. Enosh suckled my lips, drinking them in before he parted them with a stroke of his tongue. It came together with mine in play as he moaned into my mouth, a hungry sound that heated the blood in my veins—likely without his involvement, and I wouldn’t bother pretending otherwise.
My hands wandered to his back, sensing the shift of his muscles beneath my palm, the hard bone running along his shoulder blade, the—
He pinned my arms over my head. “Oh, my little wife,” he whispered against my lips, “I still owe you a punishment for defying your god and trying to refuse him your warmth.”
Even as he sat back on his haunches to smirk at me, my arms remained restrained over my head, the bone wrapped around my wrists shackling me to the bed he’d made for us.
“What are you doing?” I thrashed once, twice. “You said no chains.”
“No, no chains. They would allow for movement, and you shall have none of… Ah-ah-ah, stop struggling against your bonds.” He pulled on my ankles, spreading my legs apart, only for bone to wrap around them and tie me down. “Mmm, my little mortal vexed me so at the tavern. Let me show you, wife, how much it hurts when I deny you my touch.”
Said hurt shot into my sex, torturing me with such need that my hips bucked in search of friction… but found none. I rolled my pelvis against air, only for my stomach to convulse when nothing offered relief from this violent need around my cunt. Fire raged at my core, sending waves of heat through my body that scorched me from the inside, only for it to break against the coldness of an absent touch. My nipples rose, hard and needy for attention, for someone to pull them, suckle them, pinch them.
They went ignored.
“Terrible, isn’t it? When you are so consumed with lust but have nothing to share it with, not even something as simple as a hand.” He lay beside my shackled body, reached between my legs, and pressed his palm against where I hurt, soothing it into ripples of bliss. “Friction. It’s in your nature to move, buck, and rub in search of it. But remove it…” Another cramp of pleasure shot into me just as he retreated his hand, making me toss and mewl, the sensation strange and painful in its intensity. “Deny touch when you succumb to such pleasure, and it hurts.”
Pain and pleasure roped around me, winding my body so tight I couldn’t tell them apart as I shuddered, tossing between the constraints of my shackles as I reached my peak. One that shattered me into a million pieces, only to put me back together again, feeling empty and dissatisfied.
“Never again deny me your warmth,” Enosh whispered against my ear as he played with the curls around my sex and the manacles retreated. “Now turn onto your belly.”
My hackles rose and I stared up at him. Nothing good ever came of it when he wanted me in that way, with my arse on display and for the taking. How did I deserve this? Hadn’t he just punished me?
“Remember, my woman forever, to serve and obey.” He retreated and sat back on his haunches, his hair tousled from sleep, but it made his presence no less commanding. “Turn onto your belly. Now.”
My muscles tightened with dread, but I slowly turned under the scrutiny of his stare, unsure as to what had been worse—him making me or knowing that I was likely doing it all by myself.
“That’s my good wife.” His dark voice rasped over my shoulder blade as his weight settled onto my back, his hip rocking against me in circular movements, each roll letting his crown inch toward my darkest hole. “Shh… no need to grow tense. Do not mistake me, my treasure. Your ass is mine and I’ll use it whenever I wish, but it is not what I want right now.”
At that, his lips ghosted down along my spine, from where it spread into gooseflesh as his mouth went to my—
Dear God, he couldn’t possibly… Oh!
The tip of his tongue burrowed between my cheeks, tunneling toward a hole he’d used many times, but never like this. Digging his fingers into my arse, he spread me wider before he greedily lapped at me, circling the tip of his tongue around the ring of muscle.
“I ought to cherish my wife… every part of her, even this little hole.” As if to make a point, he lapped slower, letting it tingle in the most delicious way. “Next time I take you here, I might ease you into it with this. Make it wet and needy until it begs me to stretch it so nicely.”
He made my back arch, or perhaps I arched it as I moaned, “Oh my god…”
His obligatory snicker followed as he dipped inside, wiggling the hardened tip of his tongue in a way that sent surges of need through me. My hand slipped beneath my hips, venturing toward my cunt, where I played with my hard bud—
Histskstilled my fingers. “What a poor husband would I be if I left you to chase behind your pleasure, hmm?”
