A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

I laughed softly and stripped Nyfain’s shirt the same way he had removed my slip: slowly, delicately.

I kissed his hard, inked chest, right above his heart. “I think it was Hadriel. Weston let him stay behind—even though I guess they all technically stayed behind—so he could prepare for my return. It was after everyone heard about the euphoria.”

I dragged my lips along his fevered flesh, licking and tasting as I did so. I flicked his nipple with my tongue before scraping my teeth across it.

“With all the weirdness in that body,” Nyfain murmured, sliding his hands down my upper arms, “how does he have room for a heart of that size?”

I laughed as I pushed down his sweats, finding him bare underneath. I ran my hands along his smooth shaft, my mouth watering for him. I fell to my knees in front of him, pushing his cock up so I could suck and lick his balls before running my tongue up the underside to his cock head. He sucked in a breath as I flitted my tongue over his winking slit, licking up the precum I found there. The imprinting really had made it taste like candy, and I couldn’t get enough.

He groaned as I sucked him in. I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs and cupped his balls. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I massaged his balls with one hand and used the other to stroke his shaft in rhythm with my mouth.

“Hmm,” he said as he threaded his fingers into my hair.

I ran my hands over his muscular thighs and up to his mouth-watering ass, feeling his firm cheeks. He pulled back before thrusting, taking over, his fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked and angled so that he would be pumping down into my mouth. Throat elongated, I moaned as I took him, knowing the vibration would run up his shaft and spear through his body.

I wasn’t disappointed. His groan of pleasure soaked down into me as he sped up, pulling my head forward and ramming his cock in, fucking my face. His ass clenched under my gripping fingers. His hips swung. I sucked him in deep, my eyes starting to water. That was when I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he looked down.

“Fuck, Finley,” he groaned, going faster now, chasing his orgasm.

I left one hand on his butt but returned the other to his balls, kneading and massaging, feeling when they tightened up into his body.

“Swallow it down,” he commanded as drool ran down the side of my lips. “Swallow what I give you.”

I groaned at his filthy talk. At his power pumping through me.

“That’s right, baby, choke on this thick cock,” he said, knowing what I liked. “Play with your clit. I want to see you get off as you suck me down.”

He yanked my head back with one hand, still holding my gaze, and reached down to grab my throat with his other. He moved my head up and down his cock, squeezing my throat gently, taking complete control.

My body heated up. The ache for him rose, slowly at first but building to a fever pitch. My heat was coming on again. I already carried his child, and apparently the euphoria was my reward. I intended to make the most of it.

But first I’d please my man until he was goo in my hands.

I pulled my hand away from his butt and ran it over my breasts, pinching a nipple. Then let it trail down to my clit and through my slick folds. I pulled the moisture up and around my clit before heading back down again, slipping two fingers into my pussy.

“That’s right, baby, fuck your tight little cunt with your fingers.”

Nyfain took a harder grip on my hair and tilted my head to the side a little so he could more easily hold on to my throat. He thrust his dick into my willing mouth. I groaned around him, back at my clit now, stroking myself.

“Play with your nipple with your other hand,” he said, power still pumping through me.

My body throbbed for him. My blood burned.

I wanted to tell him to fuck my face harder. To own me. To use me. But I didn’t want to stop sucking his dick down deep. I worked myself harder, toying with my nipple and rubbing my clit, liking the roughness. Needing it.

“That’s right,” he said, his movements jerky. Wild. Getting closer. “You’re so gorgeous.”

He stroked in deeper, slapping his balls against my chin. His hold on me tight. Waves of pleasure ran through me, from the bond, from myself. They swirled within my body until I was as tight as a bowstring, humming with the need to release. With the need to suck down his climax. I was really going to miss this heat when it left. It enhanced sex in the best way possible, making even choking on a cock the most amazing thing to have ever happened in the world.