Gleam (The Plated Prisoner 3)

She hums in consideration and then shocks the hell out of me by suddenly bringing one of her ribbons up to my pants. But she doesn’t just have it undo the button. No, she makes the damn thing as sharp as a razor and cuts the button clear off. Then my pants are being tugged off without hesitation, and my hard coc

k springs out.

I guess I’m not the only demanding one.

Auren’s breath seems to stick to her throat as she takes me in. She sits up to get a better look, and with a nibble to her lip, she reaches forward. Looking up at me through her lashes with adorable apprehension, she then closes her fingers around me.

“Fuck.” I drop my head back and let out a groan. Her touch is like being caught in the sweetest snare.

Her grip is light and experimental at first, but then she seems to gather her courage and starts to work my length, fist tightening.

“You’re so thick that my fingers almost can’t close all the way around you,” she says breathily, eyes locked on my dick. Any other time, I’d let her touch to her heart’s content, but not now. I’m too impatient, too hungry for her.

Without warning, I clamp around her wrist and then push her back on the slanted bed. An oomph escapes her as I pin her hands above her head.

Golden eyes look up at me in surprise. “Hey! I wasn’t done touching you.”

My lips lift at her sass. “You’re done.” I lean in and drag my mouth against her neck, wishing I was in my other form so my fangs could scrape against her sensitive skin. “Come on, Auren. I want to hear you tell me that you want my cock buried inside of you.”

Her aura flares with heat. It’s a challenge and we both know it. One last chance to back out. “Great Divine, that mouth of yours,” she chastises.

My lips spread into a wolfish grin. “You’ll like this mouth plenty when I lick your clit until you scream.”

Her eyes dilate, breath quickening. “I want to feel you.”

“Want to feel me what?” I coax, pressing my cock between her legs, making a shudder travel down her body as her own wetness coats my length. She tries to move her hand out of my hold, but I keep her still as I drag against her once more, her face the perfect picture of sexual frustration. “I’ll give you what you want as soon as you say it. Be specific.”

“Fine,” she huffs on a rasp, looking pissed, but she can’t fool me. Her aura gives her away, just like the blush on her cheeks and the quick pulse of her neck. She likes being teased. And she likes my dirty talk even more. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to bury your cock in my—”

Before she can finish her sentence, my hips punch up, and I surge into her with one hard thrust.

“Oh, goddess…” She cries out, spine arching, head thrown back, while I get damn tunnel vision because being inside her is fucking sublime.

A ground-out noise drags up my throat, and it’s all I can do to not spill inside her right here and now. Her cunt squeezes my cock like she was made for me, so tight that I have to grind my teeth to keep from fucking into her like a madman. I probably should’ve gone slower, but I just couldn’t wait another second to be sheathed in her heat.

I force myself to stay still, to let her body get used to me so I don’t hurt her. But she clearly has other ideas, because she starts to gyrate her hips. “Stop that, I’m letting you adjust,” I reprimand playfully, leaning down to run my mouth over her breasts, tongue flicking out to lap at her peaked nipple.

“I’m adjusted,” she pants out, making me chuckle. “I want more. I need you to move.”

I need to move too. Having her pinned like this, her body hugging my cock, is enough to make me lose my mind. But I want her to lose hers too. “Look at you, you’ve had my cock for two seconds, and you’re already begging for more.”

Her scowl is damned adorable.

I grab her thigh and hook it around my waist, right where I like it.

“Move,” she urges, lifting her hips up again.

“I’m enjoying the view.”

Smirking at the impatient frown on her face, I take my time to stroke behind her leg and then travel up the curve of her ass, loving the way it feels in my palm as I squeeze it. I use my hold to tip her hips up slightly, and then I drag my length out of her before slowly pushing back in, her frown morphing from one of frustration to pleasure.

“Yes...” she whimpers.

I do it again, but this time, I drive in so hard I make her body slide up the bed. Her ribbons shoot up to curl around the bedposts, and they go firm to hold her in place.

I can feel my eyes practically light up. “Oh, the things I’m going to do with those ribbons...”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips like the idea excites her, and I lean down to nip at it, punching my hips forward with another deep thrust that makes her gasp. “You like the sound of that?” I love the way her cheeks flush, the way her eyes dilate. I’m going to make it my personal mission to bring that blush of heat over her as many times as I possibly can.