Page 58 of Deadmen's Queen
“No... It's perfect.”
Nate's gaze held mine, intense and unrelenting, and I knew without a doubt that this was where I wanted to be—in this near darkness, at his mercy, my body aching for whatever came next. He reached up, pulling the belt one notch tighter, restricting my air flow.
I focused on keeping my breathing steady as he stepped back, and watched as he began to unbutton his shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the hard inked planes of his chest, vines and skulls and roses concealing his scars. How many scars were from his father, I wondered. He let the shirt fall to the floor and then his trousers and boxers followed. I licked my lips as he stood before me, naked and powerful, a statue of muscle and sinew.
Nate went to step forward, then he paused, his eyes flitting sideways to the mattress.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely escaping my throat.
He paused, his eyes scanning the shadows that clung to the corners of the room.
“It's strange...” His voice was low, almost lost. “Being naked in this room and not afraid.”
My breath hitched at the admission, the vulnerability that flickered across his face like a shadow.
“Paige.” There was a tremor in his tone, a hint that his iron control was failing. “I need you to understand, this is who I am.”
I nodded.
“Show me who you are, Nate,” I said. “Don’t hold back.”
Nate's gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, dark pools reflecting a hunger that matched my own. He moved closer to me, and I felt his hard cock crush against my thigh. My core tightened in anticipation.
He leaned in close, trailing his fingers down over my stomach, his breath a hot whisper against my skin. “I’m going to be rough.”
He moved around me, and grabbed my legs, forcing them apart. Before I could react, one thick finger pushed into me, and a sharp sting lanced through the pleasure. But it was good and I moaned.
“More,” I gasped.
Nate didn't hesitate. Another finger joined the first, stretching me further. My nails dug into the wooden bedpost, anchoring me as he moved within me. His fingers were unyielding, demanding, and with each thrust, the pain melted into raw, addictive pleasure.
“Fuck, you're so wet,” he growled, his voice strangled with desire. “How can you be so wet when I hurt you?”
“Maybe I’m a monster too,” I managed to gasp, my world narrowing down to the relentless rhythm of his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed against my skin, his breath hot and heavy with desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Paige.” I moaned at his words, and then cried out as he added a third finger. He pushed it inside hard, not waiting for me to stretch around him and my pussy burned with the pain of it. Wetness crept down my thighs as his thrusts turned brutal, his fingers fucking me hard and fast. The pleasure was intoxicating as I got slicker with each harsh thrust.
His movements became faster, more intense. The sound of my high-pitched moans spurred him on. He added another finger, fucking me roughly and I tried to squirm away from his touch. His free hand slapped across my face as he thrust deeper, and I screamed out his name as I shattered into pieces. The orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave, my wrists pulling against the restraints as my body bucked under the intensity of it. My cries echoed in the near darkness, a primal sound that seemed to feed his own hunger.
“Beautiful,” Nate growled. “So fucking beautiful.”
His fingers slipped from me, slick with my arousal. The air felt cold where he left me empty, and I already craved his touch again. He reached up, untying my wrists from the post, then turning me away from him, pressing me against the post as he retied my hands behind my back. He leaned forward and I felt the pressure of his cock press against my ass, making my legs shake with my need for him. His lips trailed along my shoulder, and then he bit down hard, sinking his teeth into my flesh. I cried out, and he turned me around to face him. A trickle of blood ran down over my breast and Nate growled, lowering his mouth to lick it up, sucking hard on my nipple. I whimpered, pushing my breast further into his mouth and his teeth grazed over my sensitive flesh. He pulled away and rough hands clamped down on my shoulders forcing me to my knees.
“Look at me,” Nate commanded.
I raised my eyes, and the sight of him stole my breath. Raw power radiated from his naked form, every muscle taut with barely restrained desire.
“Open your mouth.” His voice was gravel, low and urgent.
I complied, parting my lips as he took hold of the leather belt he'd looped around my neck earlier. With a swift movement, he fed his length into my waiting mouth. The belt tightened, not enough to choke, but enough to remind me who was in control.
“Take it all,” he ordered.
I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, the taste of him flooding my senses. Instinctively, I tried to pull back, but the belt held me firm. He watched me, his gaze intense, as he began to thrust.
“Good girl,” he murmured between gritted teeth.
The belt constricted with each forward motion, each retreat allowing me a gasp of air. Panic fluttered in my chest, but the dark thrill of it all pushed me onward. I wanted to please him, to be the source of his unravelling.