Page 19 of Braax's Bride

His pupils dilated, arms tensing as they gripped the ropes that restrained him.

“Sofia,” he growled, jaw clenched like he was in physical pain.

And maybe he was with the way she teased him, precum dripping from the head of his pulsing cock.

Was it time to give him what he wanted?

“What is it, dear husband?” she purred, gingerly stepping off the bed and running her hands over his scaly chest.

Perhaps a bit more teasing would be fun. She was feeling drunk on power, her grin hurting her cheeks as she watched him squirm.

Lithe fingers ghosted over his shaft, her tongue pressing against his slit, lapping up the salty seed pooling there. It made her mouth tingle, something Braax had assured her wasn’t harmful the first time she’d tasted him.

He whimpered, shutting his eyes as he tried to buck into her mouth, though Sofia just pulled herself away.

“You need to be good, otherwise I’ll leave you here all night.”

A playful threat, but one that sent a jolt of lust through her, electricity dancing along her spine.

Braax growled, though he ceased his erratic thrusting, and she brought her tongue to him once more. As a reward, she gripped him solidly, taking as much as she could into her mouth with one swift movement.

Something about his desperation urged her on, even as a voice in the back of her head tried to warn her. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, absurdly large, loved the way her husband struggled against the restraints, his eyes glued to her.

He circled the ropes around his wrists again, pulling them taut. There was a strange look in his eyes, a feral intensity she hadn’t seen before. Maybe she’d gone too far, especially with someone who was clearly so used to being the one in control.

Sofia released his cock from her mouth as a creaking noise reverberated through the room, the headboard straining as he pulled. She glanced at him, concern threading her brow, but he just smiled a wicked grin at her.

“Should I—” she started, but Braax interrupted her before she could offer to untie him.

“You should run, Sofia.Now.”

His voice was dark, unlike anything she’d heard out of him before. She took a step back, the ropes tearing as the headboard continued to groan.

Oh, fuck.

Without a second thought, she turned, racing through the house and out the back door that led to the forest beyond. It was dusk, the setting suns casting long shadows as she stumbled through the trees, her heart racing.

She didn’t even care about the fact that she was completely naked, the nearest neighbor at least a mile away. Every nerve buzzed with anticipation, the excitement of what was to come.

Sofia heard a roar from the cabin, hazarding only a single glance back before returning her focus to the path in front of her. There was no real danger, was there? No, Braax had never given any indication he would hurt her, was perfectly willing to let her tie him up when she’d asked.

There was a crunching of twigs behind her, and she squealed, bracing herself. A force pushed her to the ground and she fell to her hands and knees. Quickly, she flipped herself onto her back, gazing up at Braax towering over her.

Every one of his muscles was strained with tension as he got to his knees, crouching at her feet.

“This is on you, Sofia. You should have tied me up better.”

She tried to push on his chest as he leaned over her, but he grabbed her hands, pressing them into the dirt above her head.

“Please, don’t,” she said with her best breathy horror victim impression, though there was a smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her gaze.

He stared down at her, green eyes positively glowing.

“You know your word, right?”

The unasked question was,is this okay?Should we continue?

Sofia took a big gulp of air and nodded.