Page 133 of Hellbound

She hissed through her teeth at the loss of his touch, her irritation dampened by arousal. Fuck, it was so much; she wouldn’t survive the breaking of this wave.

“F-fuck you.”

Vale’s wicked smile sent another pulse of desire through her. The finger inside her picked up its pace, stroking that spot unerringly with every thrust. Her thoughts began to make less sense. She thrashed violently against the overwhelming feeling, but her struggle only summoned more shadows to keep her right where Vale wanted her. He fucked her mercilessly with his fingers, bringing a second to join the first. When he leaned forward to lave at her clit again, the dam broke and she could only scream helplessly as the current dragged her out to sea.

“Fuck, Vale!”

“That’s it,” he damn near purred. “Show me how a good girl comes.”

She did. In fact, she’d never come so hard in her life. The waves kept crashing over her, and he stroked her through each one until it seemed like her orgasm would never end. Could she die from that? Did she care?

“You fall apart so beautifully,” he soothed through her cries.

As the last few spasms of her orgasm subsided, he renewed his assault. Marian gasped. “Wait. Stop, I can’t—”

“I think you can. Let’s find out, shall we?”

Marian lost count of how many times he proved her wrong.

Vale was relentless. He moved her from the rock at one point and made her come in the water while he cradled her to his chest. Then he kissed her and did it again. Long, snake-like shadows joined them, their caresses indistinguishable from Vale’s. She was half aware of what was happening when Vale finally peeled her shirt and bra off.

Umbral velvet stroked a breast as Vale’s mouth sealed over the other. Instinct compelled Marian to swat the shadow away, but darkness found her wrists again and pinned them behind her back, forcing her to let them worship her body.

Shadowy tethers ensured his absolute control over her as he played her like an instrument he’d spent his entire existence mastering. Every note he demanded from her, she gave. She had no idea when she’d surrendered; he’d fucked the fight out of her with only his hands and mouth.

Time ceased to have any meaning. “Please” teetered the tip of her tongue, but never fell. He praised her every time she came and soothed her when she screamed. She was half out of her mind when she begged him to fuck her, but he only laughed and brought her to the brink again.

The last of her endurance dissolved when he suspended her by her arms over the pool, fully naked and gasping while Vale knelt in front of her, his tongue probing her entrance. Her eyes had long-since shut as she surrendered to sensation. They flew open when shadows tugged at her nipples, teasing them to the point of pain—pain she ought not to have enjoyed as much as she did.

She hardly cared that his many clever shadows had joined the assault. But she’d found her limit.

Marian sobbed. “I can’t. No more.”

Vale glanced up at her with half-lidded eyes—now blue on black and blazing like twin blue stars. He tongued her once before pulling away. “Use your word.”

Oh, the whine she whined. A less naked, less orgasm-addled Marian would have slapped herself.

He smiled, and the devil himself had never looked so sinister as he held her in place, the shadows around her wrists as taut as ever. “One more, then.”

Marian shrieked as his mouth descended on her again. He’d pushed her to the point where it only took a few touches to get her to the edge. A shadow pushed up inside her and that was it for her. With a final flick of his tongue, Marian was lost. The orgasm was gentler than the others, a long and shallow shudder that made her entire body quake.

Something in her shattered, and Marian could only sob as she surrendered to his mercy.

“Please, Vale. Please, please, please.”

An inhuman growl rolled over her, as if her capitulation had brought him his own release. The shadows immediately lowered her into Vale’s waiting arms and retreated with the sound of his pleased murmur. “Good girl.”

Drained and boneless, she let him trace calming lines down her back while she gasped for air. She didn’t know if she’d faint or phase into another plane of existence; she’d found bliss and transcended it. You’re not supposed to feel good.

But the sharp thought had no bite to it. It bounced off her and returned to the dark recesses of her mind, leaving her to the tenuous peace of her pleasure-drunk state.

The self-loathing could wait. Vale had her now. He held her like something precious as he carried her out of water and produced towels from a cabinet that so perfectly matched the color of the cavern, she hadn’t seen it when she walked in.

Her half-hearted attempt to roll out of his arms earned her a firm squeeze and easy words whispered into her damp hair. “Relax, my leiah. Let me take care of you.”

Fucking awful, terrible, no good Vale. The monster who’d made her come until she’d nearly passed out and demanded nothing in return.

He’d melt her with pleasure, but he wouldn’t fuck her. Why?