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"For being a tease yesterday evening," I tell her, leaning in to wrap my hand back where it belongs around her slender neck. "For flirting with the crown prince today. For being the bane of my existence every moment in between."
She swallows, her throat muscles moving against my palm in a motion so erotic I can watch nothing else. "Kairon," she pleads my name, seeming completely unsure what she's asking for. Surely she's not—
"Elva," I respond, "Tell me you've been touched by another before." If she's a virgin, I'm not sure how I'll feel about it. The part of me that wants to possess her every inch will revel in being the first one to touch her. But she should be exploring this for the first time with someone who will be gentle with her, love her. Not with the vile, depraved monster that wants her filthy with blood and my spend.
"I've done this before," she rolls her eyes. "I am not some naive girl who's never been fucked."
Even with my hand nearly cutting off her airway, she bites at me like it's her favorite pastime. I squeeze harder, and her eyelids flutter, clenching her legs together to alleviate the ache she feels between them. I slide one of my knees right at the junction between her thighs, and she chokes out a breath at the sudden contact.
Through the sheets tangled in her legs, her nightgown, and her underwear, I can still feel the heat coming from her delicious center. Her hands grip the headboard above her so tightly that her knuckles are pure white. Every glorious inch of her body is pulled taut like she's afraid of her own eventual surrender to the pleasure she knows only I can bring her.
The smallest motion of her hips rubs her against my leg, driving me mad with the need to pin her and completely lose myself inside her. But she hasn't asked for that yet and won't accept that it's what she wants, too. So, for now, she can have the same torment as me. The almost. The raging need of something being within reach and then ripped away.
But gods above, I want to make her come.
Still hovering above her, I move my thigh against her center, grinding with her as she rocks against me again. Her mouth falls open, panting as her body takes control, chasing the release she needs, even while her eyebrows are pinched in frustration. Watching the internal struggle of her mind trying to escape me while her body aches to give in is sweeter than any vicious battle I've fought before.
Her surrender will be so much more fulfilling than any other victory I'll ever have.
"Kairon," she moans my name, barely able to get the sound out with the hand encasing her throat. "Please. I can't, I can't-" Her words cut off with a whimper as she fights against the desire coursing through her.
"You can't what, my Elva?" I taunt. "Can't think? Can't breathe?" I squeeze again before releasing her completely.
"Yes," she gasps, greedily inhaling air.
I hmm noncommittally, removing my leg from between hers, to which she whines in protest. With a chuckle, I lean in, licking her hard nipple and blowing on it again. A desperate cry leaves her mouth, and I bite back a groan. "Now you know how I feel every time you enter the room."
Before either one of us can fully realize how terrifying that truth is, I ease down, taking the hard bud into my mouth and sucking it, laving my tongue over it again and again through her nightgown until she's writhing beneath me, softly moaning with her eyes glued shut and mouth wide open.
When I'm satisfied, I move to the other side, giving it the same attention, using my free hand to work the sheets away from us so I can reach my damnation and salvation easier.
"Kai," Elva whimpers my name, the single syllable so filthy I feel it down my spine, shooting sparks of pleasure into every inch of my body.
"Yes, my Elva?" I answer, moving my mouth to the center of her breasts, trailing open-mouth kisses down her clothed stomach. "What do you need, my delicious little liar?"
She whimpers and shakes her head as if she could shake away the depraved thoughts and the way she craves my touch and fears it equally. Further down her body I work, gently nibbling on her hip bone as she wiggles, tormented and trapped by me and her own body's betrayal.
"I don't know," she admits. "I just need more."
I know, my sweet. I'll give you everything you desire but are too afraid to ask for.
But not tonight.
I moan against the spot where her thigh meets her hip, licking it through her nightgown, then biting it hard enough to almost draw blood. Definitely hard enough that she'll see and feel it tomorrow. Moving down her thigh, I do it again, more gentle but just as cruel, moving my mouth everywhere but where she needs it, leaving my mark behind on every inch of her I can reach.
When I've thoroughly tortured her inner thighs and hips, I look up to find her eyes on me, wild and almost watering in desperation.
"Is this what you need, Elva?" I force her legs further apart, licking a long, slow stripe against her cunt, only two layers of barely-there cloth separating her from my tongue.
She cries out, hips bucking up to search for more. Careful with my grip, I pin her legs down and lick her again, drawing another needy cry from her. Even through her sleeping clothes and underthings, she tastes so fucking good. Her cunt smells so unbelievably delicious I want to bury my tongue in it for hours, making her scream and beg and plead for mercy.
I moan against her flesh, unable to control myself, as I lavish more attention, more sloppy licks, and gentle bites of her needy, swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth, and she screams, so I suck harder, the taste of thin cotton and the clothing soap doing nothing to perturb me from enjoying every drop of her I can gather from the underwear and nightgown.
"Oh, my Elva," I groan, pulling away long enough to watch her face as I use my gloved thumb to rub circles on her clit. I watch her face from between her legs, the vision one I'll remember for all of my days more than any other memory. She looks wild, feral, and so delirious with need that she finally reflects how I feel. "You're soaked, my sweet. Do you need to fall apart, little liar? Need me to give you the release you're aching for?" I apply more pressure, making measured circles as she pants and whines, trying to push her perfect cunt up against my mouth again.
I happily oblige, using my mouth on her, groaning into her sweet flesh as her legs start to shake and her every breath becomes a high-pitched, frantic moan. She's so close now. Gods, I shouldn't do this to her. "Tell me," I taunt, speaking against her sweetness between licks and gentle sucks on her clit. "Tell me that you need to come. Ask me nicely."
For a brief, blissful second, I think she might obey. But that wouldn't be my Elva. Instead, she grits her teeth, slamming her eyes closed and resting her head on the pillow, refusing.
