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Sauntering toward him, I lifted the long chain of his pocket watch, smoothing a finger over the dove etched into the cover, and clicked it open. “Oh, dear. It looks like we only have fifteen minutes for dinner, then.”
He slid a finger below the lace at my shoulder and tugged until it ripped. “Or we could start with dessert.”
“Like… cake?”
“No.” He smiled, placing his hand on the wall behind me, eyes full of mirth. “Something sweeter.”
He commanded his shadows flawlessly now. The wall, now cool against my back, rippled before the handle of a door appeared. With a hint of malevolence, he grinned and twisted. I fell backward into a new room, landing on a bed. With a single wave, the dress vanished, and I lay, splayed before him, naked.
“That might be a new record.”
“I do love a good challenge,” he purred.
Wasting no time, he fell to his knees, swiping a finger down my slit as he stared into my eyes. “Shall I taste you here, Wife?”
“If you wish.”
“Use your words, Deyanira. Tell me where you want me.”
“That’s not really fair when I want you everywhere.”
His dark laugh rattled down my body, heating me all the way to my core as his shadows wrapped around me while he watched. I writhed, arching off the bed as he moved them between my legs, letting them vibrate until they fell open.
He dropped to his knees, dragging his lips up the inside of my thigh, each one a touch of heat as those ribbons of shadow undulated across my breasts, tugging at my hair, bringing every inch of me to life until every brush of his lips and his fingers dug into my thighs lit me on fire. Still, he waited, avoiding that single spot I wanted him most, playing with his shadows, playing with me, until I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t exist beyond the feel of that man.
“Orin…”
“You will say it, or I won’t break. I’m a patient man.”
He pressed his thumbs closer, spreading me but refusing to touch where I needed him most.
“Taste it, Orin. Tell me how much you like it.”
“Such a good girl.” He closed his mouth over me, and the moment his tongue swept back and forth, I was done for. My head fell back against the bed. He feathered his tongue over my clit before sucking it in hard enough I gasped. Orin moved closer, lifting my leg over his shoulder and sliding two fingers into me as he tasted and tasted. And then shadows swept in, vibrating around his mouth. I gripped the sheets so hard in my fists, I knew they’d be shredded by the time I fell. Still, I climbed. Each second a mountain. He knew my body so perfectly. Had taken the time to learn every single thing that would break me in minutes.
“Let me hear you come, Wife, and then I’ll fuck you properly.”
“No,” I panted. “Stop.”
He pulled away, and I sat up, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him to me until his lips were on mine. Until I could taste myself. He buried his hands in my hair, pulling my head back as I looked up to the ceiling.
Kiss after kiss, he moved down my jawline before he practically growled, “Why did you stop me?”
“I want you inside me. Not your tongue, not your damn fingers. You.”
His clothes were gone in seconds, his tip resting at my core. I lifted my hips, and his eyes darkened as a wicked smile curled across his face. In a single motion, he drove all the way in. I felt every vein, every ridge, every fucking inch as he moved. Not slow and steady, not calm and careful. Orin was feral. And so was I. Still, I couldn’t help the scream. The euphoric surprise of glorious pleasure rippled through me as he thrust over and over, until there was nothing but uninhibited need between us.
Rocking my hips, I took as much of him as I could. But it was not enough. It would never be enough. He yanked free, grabbing my thighs and flipping me over. Twisting my hair into a fist, he yanked as he slammed into me from behind, filling me. He was relentless, the musician with perfect rhythm building the perfect crescendo, carrying me all the way up, kneading my hips as he held firm.
Whatever he shouted the second we exploded was lost to me as I spiraled, the burst near blinding as I climaxed, every muscle taut, every sound a whimper.
Until he released the fist of hair and traced a small trail of kisses down my sweaty spine before slapping my ass. “Get back into that lovely gown, Wife. There are people waiting.”
Satiated and in a hurry, we rushed down the hall. Orin threw the doors open and prowled in like a king, unbothered that we were late and so many had waited for us.
“Third time this week, sir,” one of the souls yelled from the end of the table.
“Yeah. Yeah,” Orin said, clapping him on the back. “You’ve got nowhere else to be, Cadoc.”
