Page 89 of When Night Falls

"What, sweet sin? Use your words. Tell them what their queen wants." He doesn't remove himself as he waits for me to spit it out and confess to what I want.

"I want you to make me come," I mewl, not being able to talk in a normal state with how sated I am, heavy pleasure rolling through me.

Rivian takes his hand down and replaces his tongue with his finger and I tense.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't break you. Not yet." His promise makes me shiver. I love when he says things to me that make me feel so fucking safe with him.

He pushes his finger in slightly, knowing not to go too deep or too far. But none the less, it feels so fucking good having some part of him fill me. I can feel my walls clenching around him as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, his tongue circling my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out, feeling far too much pleasure to contain it. "Rivian, I need to move. I need to hold you." I beg and I can tell that does something to him because he quickens his movements, and his teeth nip at my bundle of nerves. "Oh, god."

"Oh, little one. I am not a god. I am the one on my knees praying to you." He glides his tongue in quick movements over my core. "I am simply a sinner, and you are my sweetest fucking sin." He takes my hand and thrusts it in his hair, giving me permission to move and with a few more pumps of his finger and his tongue thick on my clit, I come.

I grind against his face, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as stars tingle behind them. I can’t stop pushing him furtherinto me as I scream out his name and ride him so fucking hard, another orgasm waves through me.

His own moans vibrate against my clit and I quiver against him, my legs squeezing his head as he lets me ride out the last burst of my orgasm.

I loosen my grip, feeling my body unwind from the way I tensed and I breathe heavily as I calm myself down.

"That is power, Lucynda. And you are so fucking powerful." Rivian wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sloppy as I'm used to seeing him clean himself off with his fancy little silk cloth.

But that's when I realize that there's blood on the side of his face. My thigh, where he bit me, bled all over him. I reach out to touch him but he simply turns his head. His eyes are darkening again and I don't want him to hide from me anymore.

"It's okay," I say as I sit up. Rivian stands up before reaching under the chair and pulls out what looks like a sheet.

He stands me up and helps wrap it around me.

He then takes his little handkerchief out of his suit and proceeds to clean the blood from his face.

"Wait," I urge him. I reach out to turn his face to me. "Show them your power, Riv. Don't hide behind it," I tell him. I can tell he's trying his best not to give in, but I know what he wants just as he knows my wants.

He looks away from me again and says a foreign word out loud. "Revelare." And suddenly, the light dims and something over the mirror starts to shift, almost like a fog creeping through a valley. That's when the mirror turns to glass, peering straight through into the hallway that is revealed before us.

"There's no one there," I whisper, noticing the lack of curious eyes.

He looks over to me, his eyes still dark with his hunger.

I let my finger dip through some of the blood still smeared on his face and I gently pull it to his lips, pressing down and forcing his bottom lip down so I can dip my finger inside his mouth.

He lets me, and he savors the taste of my blood before he pulls me in and gives me a dark promise.

"No one will ever fucking look at you the way I do. No one. You are mine, Cyn. Don't test my loyalty again."

29

till death

Lucynda

October 19th

Today is the day.

I should be nervous, flustered, anxious. But the only feeling flooding my mind is the one of pure ecstasy from last night.

Rivian left me in that room. My dress shredded and my pride shot. I won't lie, it hurts. But that was his way of making sure I don't try to test him again. He was trying to teach me a lesson and it worked. I made him kill that man. He didn't like that. Because the blood on his hands was incredibly hard to resist and he could have easily been charged with treason. But he made it justifiable. He created a reason.

As scary as it was, it turned me on. And when he led me to the secret throne room, he pulled my desires out of me just to leave me in the throes of my sinful demise.