A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 1)

He tensed and turned his head to the right just a little.

“They’ve caught our scent,” he whispered. “They’re winding closer.”

My animal prowled in my chest. I chanced tugging on her a little, needing her access to scents. She stepped forward in a hurry, the familiar fire washing through me and a musty sort of funk immediately accosting my senses. I crinkled my nose.

“Yes. That’s the scent of a powerful demon,” he said. “The higher they are on the power scale, the mustier they are to our senses. This might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to act like this isn’t your choice. That I’m forcing the issue.”

“To make them think you’re losing your morals and degrading yourself, thus convincing them they are finally having an effect on you?”

“Okay, maybe it won’t be hard for you to understand.”

“It wouldn’t be hard for anyone to understand. You literally just spelled it out a second ago.”

“You haven’t been in this castle long enough, clearly.”

He grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head, trapping both wrists in one of his large hands. He pushed closer until every inch of that hard body was pressed firmly against mine. He settled his free hand on my hip and dipped his head, running his lips along the side of my throat.

“Make a show of resisting,” he murmured, bending a little and rocking his hips forward. His hard bulge rubbed against my pelvis, not where I needed it. I ran a leg up the outside of his thigh and over his hip. He caught my knee and rocked his hips forward again.

“No, please,” I said in a husky voice and moaned as he sucked in the fevered flesh on my neck. His lips skimmed up to my jaw and ended at the outside of my mouth. He gyrated again, rubbing against my leather-clad pussy.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not a good actress.”

He moved slightly, adjusting so his lips were right in front of mine but not touching. Our breath mingled. He thrust forward again, his bulge rubbing just right.

My eyelids fluttered shut. I was so turned on I couldn’t help myself. Damn me, but I wanted more of the sensations he elicited in me. Of his delicious body rubbing against mine. More friction. More heat. More, more…

I rocked my hips. My body tightened up.

He ran his free hand up my side and in, over the hard peak of my breast. He rubbed through my clothing with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure straight down to my sodden core. I groaned, delirious with desire.

“It’s too bad things are as they are,” he murmured, trailing his lips along the outside of mine, holding my wrists firmly, grinding his cock into me. “I’d love to fuck you so hard you beg for mercy.”

“Yes.” I pulled my other leg up, wrapping it around him. My hips jerked frantically into him.

He pushed his hand up under my shirt and ripped at my binding. Fabric tore. It yanked down under my breast. He stroked my flesh with his rough hand.

I didn’t know if it was my animal coming out in me or the desperation to end this terrible ache throbbing in my core, but I went full-tilt filthy.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” I begged. “Destroy my needy cunt with that hard cock.”

He growled and crushed his lips to mine.

The world spun then dropped away entirely. In this moment I didn’t give a shit about our problems and my current prison. That was a chore for tomorrow. Right now, I just needed that big cock pounding the stress and worry out of me. I needed an escape from my life, and his big-dick energy would provide it.

He twisted my nipple between his fingers. The bite of pain made me suck in a breath, but in a moment it turned to sweet, sweet pleasure, and I struggled to get my hands loose so I could feel his perfect body.

“I need you to fuck my wet pussy, Nyfain,” I said huskily. “I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck me,” he said, pain lancing his words. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He gave me a dominant, bruising kiss. I opened my mouth in a moan, and he filled it in a rush, his tongue sweeping through. Oh, holy goddess, he tasted so good. Like liquid smoke and fresh spring mornings. Like the thrill of the hunt.

Lost to sensation, to the feeling of his hands on me and his body trapping mine to the tree, I pumped my hips wildly. He hooked his hand around the back of my knee and pushed his body closer. His cock rubbed hard against me, our clothes in the way. This consuming ache made me desperate.

“You’re supposed to be resisting,” he said against my lips, his breath coming fast now.

“No!” I called as I gyrated, struggling to get closer. “Stop!”