Page 171 of Fallen Stars

He had never tasted such sweetness in his life.

He drew his mouth away as he splayed her with two fingers, leaving her bud exposed before blowing on it.

She jumped, and he heard the sound of rope groaning. So she followed orders then.

Those two fingers flipped, curling inside her as he pressed his tongue to her once more in tandem, stroking her bud softly with his tongue. He heard her whimper, and he did the same again, this time applying a little more pressure.

Then Adrian did what he knew caused any woman to roll her eyes back and completely and utterly surrender to him.

He latched his lips onto her and sucked.

“Holy fucking gods,” she cursed above him, opening herself wider, the weight of her shifting on his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Open all the way for me, siren.”

She was panting as Adrian continued to work her with one hand and his tongue, the other hand coming up to grip her waist. She began to rock against him, her hips rolling as they met every thrust of his fingers and lap of his tongue, and he let out his own moan.

And just as he could feel her squeeze around him, so close to climax, he snatched his fingers and tongue away, hearing a gasp rip from her.

Before she could utter another word, he pulled her to the ground with him, manoeuvring her body over his, his back now against the mast once more.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You’re going to have to help me,” he chuckled, wrestling with his trousers.

He felt Oceanne’s delicate fingers run over his chest before undoing his trousers and pushing them down until his cock sprang free.

He let out a groan as it was finally released.

“Shit,” she breathed.

He grinned. “Surely you guessed it would be big?”

“You’re arrogant.”

“With a dick like this, I’m allowed to be,” he crooned, wrapping a fist around it. “Oceanne,” he continued, “remember what I promised you? I’m going to make you come with this blindfold on. Now sit on my cock.”

He felt two hands plant on his chest as she slowly lowered herself onto him, Adrian guiding himself to her entrance as best he could without his sight.

“Fucking hell,” he gritted out. She was so warm and wet, tight as she slid down the length of him. He went to grip her hips with his hands, to push her as deep as was humanly possible, but felt hers wrap around his wrists.

He stilled.

With a dark laugh, he felt the rope from the mast above them being tied around his wrists so they hung above his head, Oceanne firmly knotting them. Oh gods, Adrian had died and gone to the heavens. He had done some shit in his lifetime, some really depraved shit, but he’d never been tied up. The blood rushing to his length told him that Oceanne was definitely awakening a new desire within him.

“Now,” he heard her whisper onto his lips, “I’m going to makeyoucome.”

Her hips rolled on him, and he jerked his arms, every instinct telling him to grab on to every inch of skin he could, but suspended from the ropes like that, he couldn’t.

“How does it feel, to lose complete control?” he heard Oceanne whisper in that gods-damned siren voice as she continued to ride his cock, each meeting of their hips bringing Adrian closer and closer to the edge.

“It feels fucking sublime,” Adrian replied roughly. He began to meet her thrusts with his own, his hips pushing up to impale every roll, hitting her deep inner walls. He may not have had use of his hands, but he had his mouth, and when her breasts began to push into his face as she rode him, he grabbed a nipple between his teeth, nipping it.

Oceanne moaned, the action spurring her on as she began to ride him ferociously, her rhythm stuttering as she became too lost in the pleasure.

“Now, who’s making who come?” Adrian purred as he used the tension of the ropes above him to pull his hips further up, meeting her demanding pace with his own.

Nails scratched down his chest at that, one arm slung around his neck as Oceanne bounced up and down on him, taking every inch of pleasure as her own, demanding it from him.