Page 63 of Gilded in Blood

Then he slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly against that spot that makes my toes curl.

“Oh God, Ilya—” I cry out, hips rocking against his face.

He growls against me, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body. His fingers pump steadily while his mouth works my clit, sucking and licking until I’m trembling, thighs shaking around his head.

I come hard, crying out his name as pleasure crashes over me in waves. My back arches off the bed, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as I soak his face.

When he finally pulls back, his chin is glistening with my arousal. He kisses his way up my body, slow, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, my ribs, my breasts.

He sucks hard on one nipple, then the other, leaving red marks and little bites that make me whimper.

His hands roam everywhere, possessive and hungry, like he’s claiming every inch of me.

I’m still panting when I reach for him, desperate. “Please… I want you inside me. I need you.”

He groans, kissing along my collarbone. “You want my cock, baby? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” I beg, voice shaky. “Please.”

He pulls back slightly, eyes dark. “I want us to try something. Do you trust me?”

I nod without hesitation. “Yes.”

He gets up from the bed and walks over to his closet. I watch him, as he comes back with a silk eye mask and soft silk ropes. He holds them up, showing me.

“I’m going to cover your eyes and bind your wrists,” he says, voice low and steady.

“Pleasure heightens when you can’t see or move. Every touch feels more intense, you will forget about everything happening in your head. Do you still trust me?”

I swallow, a thrill of nervousness and excitement running through me.

Part of me wonders if I’m being foolish, trusting him when so much about him doesn’t add up. But the truth is, I do trust him. Deep down, in a way I can’t explain.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you.”

He leans over me, gently tying the silk ropes around my wrists and securing them to the headboard.

Then he slips the eye cover over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

The world narrows to touch and sound and sensation.

His hands are everywhere, stroking my thighs, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples until I’m arching and whimpering.

His mouth follows, kissing and biting down my body, marking me again. When he finally settles between my legs, I’m already dripping, aching for him.

He brings me to the edge again with his mouth and fingers, licking and sucking until I’m shaking and moaning his name into the darkness behind the blindfold.

My wrists tug against the silk ropes, but they hold firm. The helplessness only makes everything feel sharper.

When he finally pulls back, I’m panting, dripping, and desperate.

I hear him move. The soft sound of something light brushing against his palm.

Then I feel it, the faintest, teasing tap against my inner thigh. Not painful. Just enough to make my skin tingle and my breath catch.

He drags the feather-like whip slowly up my body, letting the soft strands ghost over my skin before he taps again.

Light, precise strikes against my breasts, my stomach, the sensitive spot just above my clit.