A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 1)

His touch traced down to the clasps of my binding. It tightened and then opened, falling down my chest. The breast that had still been tied up bounced down with the other. He didn’t move away. The electricity between us flowed over my skin.

I closed my eyes and felt his hands touch down on my shoulders again, kneading softly.

“You’re tense,” he whispered.

I couldn’t stop my hands from floating backward, bumping against his legs. I grabbed his thighs, craving that anchor. Something about him made me feel grounded. Despite all the shit he’d dragged me into, his presence, his smell, his possessiveness made me feel safe in a kingdom that was anything but.

“I’ve had a lot of stress lately,” I murmured.

“I checked on your family earlier tonight. They are sad for your loss, but they are well. Your village is safe, at present.”

Something hard and uncomfortable thawed within me. I let out a sigh of relief. “You spoke to them?”

“No. I watched them like a creep. I will hunt for them as soon as I can. I know that was the task you used to do.”

I ran my hands upward a bit, stopped myself, and let them drift back down.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

He skimmed his touch down the outsides of my arms. He pulled his hands away and then reached under my arms to my waist. His rough palms traced my skin, drifting across my stomach and upward. They bumped into the bottoms of my breasts as I moved my hands farther up his thighs again. He traced up my soft skin with his thumbs, inch by inch, maybe wondering if I would stop him.

I should’ve, goddess how I should’ve, but my body was blisteringly hot, and the electric sensation of his touch flowed over and through me, like lightning striking down and engulfing me in its energy.

His thumb flowed over the center of my breast. A jolt of pleasure coursed through me.

“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked, taking each of my nipples in his fingers and lightly pinching.

“I awoke to you between my legs.” I groaned, bending my elbows so I could work my hands higher. I stroked his upper thighs, reveling in their strength.

“Then what?” He cupped my right breast and worked the other hand back down my stomach.

I reached in, massaging his upper thighs now. Working inward. “Then you bent to lick my pussy.”

He reached down and opened the button on my pants. “It turns me on to see you in my clothes,” he said huskily. “It turns me on more when I strip you out of them.”

He pushed them down my thighs until they dropped at my feet.

“I like these lacy little panties.” With one quick yank, he tore them off me. “I think I’ll keep them.”

I stood bare in front of him. I slid one of my palms over his hard bulge.

I didn’t get it—he wanted me; he didn’t. He rejected me, then he came on to me. He touched me with such passion, and then he went cold. It was mind fuckery, and for some messed-up reason, I was excited by it. I liked the unexpectedness of it. I liked the constant need to react and adapt. I knew I could walk away at any time, and he wouldn’t push the issue. I knew he would respect my distance if I asked for it (and kept my animal under control). But right now? I was here for the challenge of it.

Or maybe I just wanted to finally get fucked. The man was a cunt-tease of the highest order.

“Spread your legs a little,” he commanded, his power blistering through me.

I moaned and did so, rubbing at his hard cock trapped in his pants.

He slid one hand back to my breast and the other lower, dipping it between my thighs. His middle finger traced through my slick wetness.

“That’s right, princess, get nice and wet for me.” He sucked in a spot on my neck, hard. A bite of pain quickly mixed with pleasure as his finger made lazy circles across my clit. “What else did I do in your dream?”

“You finger-fucked me, like you did against the tree.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I whimpered as he worked a finger into me, pulling more wetness to work against my clit. The pace of his strokes increased, and he bit into my neck. The pain and the pleasure, the heat and the sparks, lit me on fire from the inside out.

He pushed me forward so fast I staggered, grabbing the edge of the bed to keep myself upright. He braced one of his hands against the center of my back and with the other reached down and pushed two fingers into my wet depths. He started thrusting. My body roared to life, nearly picking up right where it had left off after the tree situation.