Page 35 of Queen of Tempests and Sin

And not in the way I wanted.

Soft lips brushed the back of my neck, each kiss a reverent whisper against my skin. He moved slowly at first, open-mouthed caresses that sent shivers racing down my spine. Then the kisses grew rougher, more urgent—each one a claim. When his teeth sank into the flesh of my shoulder, I cried out, pleasure laced with pain sparking like a live wire beneath my skin.

‘You like it when I bite you, Little Red. You’re like a feral cat,’ he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.

‘You bring out my animalistic side,’ I whispered as I leaned my head back against him.

His hands curled over my shoulders, turning me to face him. And gods, those eyes. Piercing, storm-swirled—wild oceans full of fury and want—and my heart fluttered like a caged hummingbird in my chest. Everything about him was devastating: that chiselled face, the fit of his tailored trousers, the way his dark-blue shirt clung to his body like it was part of him. He exuded power, arrogance, and the raw elegance of something ancient and unyielding.

He wasn’t just a man—he was a force of nature—and I was so damn doomed.

He slid his fingers to the knot of the towel above my breasts and tugged it loose. I didn’t stop him. As it slipped from my body and pooled at my feet, his eyes swirled with silver-blue frazil, like ice crystals glimmering in the dancing waves. His gaze roved over me like a touch, slow and searing, causing the tips of my breasts to tingle, hardening under his stare. A ripple of heat followed his gaze as it dragged over my breasts, the swell of my hips, to the V between my legs.

I wanted him to look. Gods help me, I craved it. When his chest rumbled with a guttural groan, the sound vibrated straight between my legs, leaving me slick and shivering with anticipation. His fingertip traced the ink along my ribs, slow and deliberate, like he was learning the story etched there—while his eyes devoured me whole.

‘Mm, exquisite,’ he rumbled before his hot mouth closed over a nipple, drawing a gasp from my lips as I arched into him. His tongue teased and tormented while his fingers worked the other, coaxing every nerve to life. He played my nipples like a finely tuned violin—each lick, each pinch, each suck pulling another sound from me as his mouth and fingers worked in tandem to perform a perfect symphony.

‘Oh,’ I panted. ‘Oh, gods.’ My hands tangled in his thick hair. He dropped to his knees, licking and kissing a trail over my ribcage and down my belly. Heat surged through me, every nerve on fire. He looked up at me, eyes blazing.

‘You’re so fucking edible,’ he rasped.

‘Then why don’t you eat me?’ I bit my lower lip as I challenged him with my words. Lust had conquered—all rational thought took a vacay, and his eat-me-alive gaze sent liquid heat straight to my clit.

His growl vibrated against my skin—and then he answered in the way only a god could.

He lay back on the bed, eyes hooded, gaze hungry. ‘Come sit on my face, little assassin.’

Holy gods. I’m so glad I didn’t kill this man.

I smiled wickedly as I straddled him. He gripped my hips, eyes devouring every inch as I climbed up his body. When I reached his shoulders, he looped his arms around me, cupped my ass in both hands, and pulled me forward—guiding my pussy to his mouth. I heard him inhale deeply, moaning like a man starved.

‘You’re so sweet. So wet.’ His voice vibrated against my skin before he tasted me. He grunted between swipes of his tongue, and then… he devoured me. Gods, this man could eat. He attacked my clit like a pro.

‘Holy shit,’ I gasped, palms slamming against the wall as his grip locked around my hips like iron shackles. He dragged me over his mouth, forcing me to ride his tongue, every motion under his absolute control. My breath came in ragged bursts, hips jerking against him as molten pleasure bled through my veins, hot and relentless.

‘Yes… Oh, don’t stop—’ My head fell back, a helpless whimper breaking free when his tongue flicked my clit—sharp, deliberate—before he latched onto it with ruthless possession. He devoured me… licking, sucking, claiming, like he meant to drink me down to the marrow.

Sweat coated my skin, and every lap of his tongue sent lightning through my spine. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside me, curling and stroking until the tension wound so tight I could barely breathe. His low, guttural growl vibrated into my core, branding me from the inside out, the sound alone enough to push me closer to the edge.

‘Holy mother…’ I cried as my climax slammed into me—violent, all-consuming. Rapture split through me in brutal, unrelenting waves, each one tearing another cry from my throat. I shattered, screaming his name, and still he held me there, milking every last tremor until I sagged in his grasp, panting and shaking.

But he didn’t let go.

His grip tightened, mouth sealing over my clit again, this time with slow, deliberate strokes—each one a pulse of heat that made my thighs tremble and my nails bite into the wall. I could taste him in the air—salt, musk, ocean—and hear the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue working me open all over again.

‘Si… I—' My words broke into a cry when his teeth grazed me, gentle but commanding, his tongue swirling over the swollen bundle of nerves with lethal precision. The pressure built fast, unbearably fast, until my lungs burned from holding in the scream.

‘Come for me again, Little Red,’ he ordered against my soaked flesh, the rumble of his voice sending shivers ricocheting through me. ‘I’m not done until you remember who you belong to.’

The second climax tore through me like a storm breaking—wild, merciless, and deeper than the first. My bones melted, my vision went white, and the world narrowed to the sound of his growl as he finally eased back, licking me slowly like he was savouring the victory.

I was a wreck—breathless, boneless, and entirely at his mercy, and he knew it. He flipped me onto my back, kissing me—the kiss was raw and fervent. I tasted myself on his tongue and whimpered in satisfaction. He dropped open-mouthed kisses across my breasts and down to my upper thigh, tantalisingly close—so close—and then…

A sharp sting.

A pain so divine, my pussy clenched involuntarily. He’d bitten me. He lifted his face and grinned like a wolf who’d just devoured his prey.

‘I’ll shower. Try to rest.’ He pressed a kiss to my forehead, like some smug, possessive king sealing a treaty, and started for the door.