Page 39 of Deadmen's Queen
“God, I love it when you beg,” he whispered before pressing his lips against me. Warmth flooded my body at the contact, a soft gasp leaving my lips. My hands tightened on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his tongue danced over my clit.
“Mmm…” he groaned. “I love how you taste. How sweet you are. Like nectar from the gods.”
He pulled me closer, forcing my legs further apart so he could slide his tongue inside me and I cried out.
My fingers curled into his hair, tugging at the dark locks as waves of pleasure coursed through me. His hands held me tighter, pulling me closer to his mouth. His tongue was relentless, dipping and swirling in a rhythm that left me breathless and trembling. Lifting one hand, he gently pushed one finger inside of me, adding to the burning intensity building up inside me. God, it felt so good.
He added a second finger as he started to suck on my clit, sliding them in and out as his tongue worked its magic, and my hips began to move, bucking against him, craving release.
“Bast,” I cried out, my back arching as he worked me relentlessly. I gasped at the sensations, the warmth of his mouth making me feel light-headed and dizzy. My legs could barely hold my weight as they trembled against his arms, but he didn’t stop, driving me higher until finally I exploded, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure rocked through me in a powerful wave. My body convulsed, my back arching as Bast continued devouring me, riding out my climax until I was a panting mess in his arms.
He rose from his knees, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that tasted of me. His fingers continued to stroke me gently, prolonging the aftershocks that coursed through me.
As our lips parted, he gazed at me with an intensity that took my breath away. He made no move to touch me again, simply holding my gaze as he slipped off his boxers and kicked them aside. His cock rose hard against his stomach and I couldn't help but blush at the sight of him.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. The concern in his voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the primal man who had just brought me such pleasure.
I nodded and reached up to caress his cheek. “More than okay.”
A slow smile spread on his face at my words. He cupped my cheek in return before leaning down for another kiss. This one was slow and passionate, filled with a tenderness that was new yet somehow familiar.
“Lie down,” he whispered.
I dropped to my knees, but instead of lying down, I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his cock and guiding it into my mouth. He groaned, his fingers sliding into my hair as I pulled back, then pushed him deeper, feeling him slide further into my throat. He was smaller than Nate, though definitely not small, and I had worked out how to take them deeper, angling my head and my neck so he could slide down further without making me gag.
“Fuck, Paige… how… fuck…” he stammered as I took him deeper, swallowing his cock down, enjoying the sight of him taken by surprise for once. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I continued to take him deeper into my mouth. I could taste the salty hint of his arousal, a flavour that was uniquely Bast and one that I had grown to crave. He watched me intently, his eyes hazy with desire and disbelief as I took him deeper, teasing him with my lips and tongue.
“Paige,” he warned in a strangled voice, reaching out to still my head. “Stop… if you keep going…”
I smirked at him in response, slowly pulling away to let his erection slip out of my mouth. He was throbbing hard, wet from my spit and I smirked up at him from between his legs.
“Mmm?” I asked innocently, licking my lips.
A wicked glint flashed through his eyes, and he dropped down to his knees in front of me, crushing his lips onto mine in a rough kiss. He tasted of pure lust and need, an intoxicating blend that sent shivers down my spine. His cock pressed against my stomach, and I reached down, rubbing my hand up and down it until he pulled away, breathing heavily. He pushed me down on my back on the rug, warm from the fire and I looked up at him, my heart racing. He watched me, his eyes raking over my body with an intensity that left me feeling exposed and exhilaratingly vulnerable.
“Open your fucking legs for me, whore,” he demanded.
I did, spreading myself wide for him, anticipation sparking hot and wild in my veins as he lowered himself between them. His erection brushed against me as he leaned over me, sparks of pleasure shooting up my body at the contact. I gasped and he reached down between us, gripping his cock and rubbing the head over my clit. I moaned, arching my back and pressing my hips up towards him.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he said, his words sparking something dark and dirty inside me. “So wet, so desperate for my cock.”
“Bast,” I whimpered, my voice barely more than a whisper. But he heard me, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, running a hand up my thigh and between my legs. His fingers dipped inside me once more and I gasped, clinging to him for balance. “Tell me.”
“I...I want...” I stammered, struggling to find the words amidst the haze of pleasure. But it wasn't hard to say what I wanted; what I craved in this moment.
“I want you,” I finally whispered.
He leaned forward, one hand braced by my head, the other around his cock as he slid down to my entrance. Desire coursed through me as he pushed against me, and I gasped.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to, Paige,” he said, his voice strained.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “I'm yours, Bast.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he pushed inside me, slowly and carefully. I gasped at the pain. The stretch was overwhelming, my body trembling as he filled me.
He paused, breathing heavily, looking down at me with dark eyes filled with concern.