Page 80 of With Wing And Claw

Thysandra’s hiss was nothing to the spike of her pleasure. ‘You little—’

Naxi bit down on her bottom lip.

‘—vixen.’ Hoarse, breathless, curse and compliment at once. ‘Looking so sweet and pretty, while underneath—'

Naxi pulled away from their kiss, gasping for breath. ‘You think I’m pretty?’

A rough laugh. ‘Diplomatically.’

‘Oh. Right.’ It was hard to string whole sentences together with the weight of that tall body pinning her down, cold stone and burning heat turning her skin into a beggar for more – a need so urgent it felt like she was turning inside out with it. ‘Diplomacy. Can I … can I diplomatically sit on your face now?’

Thysandra’s muscular thigh pressed between her knees, forcing her legs apart. ‘I’m not going to offer you the best right from the start, of course. That’s just sloppy negotiating.’

Naxi whimpered. ‘But you said—’

‘Iwillgive you what you want. Eventually.’ Full, hot lips brushed her jaw, her temple, the sensitive rim of her ear – turning the words into caresses, the sensuous promise into a torment of its own. Naxi tried to squirm closer. Tried to soothe the feverish craving at her core and failed, utterly and pathetically, as Thysandra breathed a laugh against her cheek and repeated, ‘Eventually, I said.’

‘But then—Oh.’ She flailed for grip against the smooth floor as that merciless thigh finally moved up the last few inches and dragged a single slide over her aching flesh. Slow, maddening friction, dulled only by the layer of underwear separating skin from skin; her hips bucked up as if they’d gained a will of their own. ‘Sashka—’

‘Be a very good girl for me first.’ Heated words, muttered against the skin of her neck. The colours of the Labyrinth swayed like dancing leaves above them, reflecting off gold-flecked wings swept wide. ‘Kill a few people for me, little monster. Keep me safe for a while. You’ll have to earn your rewards.’

‘That’s just cruel!’ she gasped, rubbing herself against the little reprieve she was offered. Needy and humiliating, but she was drunk on lust, on oblivion, and fuck, sheneededthat release. ‘And very unfair!I’msupposed to be the cruel one between us!’

Laughter brushed her skin again. ‘Seems like you’re an excellent teacher, then.’

It was too much. Too much and not nearly enough at the same time, the lips on her throat, the weight on her body, that hard thigh pressing her drenched linens into her equally drenched flesh. Most of all, the feeling ofwantthat radiated from Thysandra’s every touch and movement, no flinching, no cowering away.

As if Naxi was harmless.

As if shebelonged.

‘Please,’ she moaned, no other words left in her mind.Please let me drown. Please let me believe it. ‘I need … I …’

‘I know,’ Thysandra murmured. ‘You’ll get it, don’t worry.’

With a sob, Naxi clawed her fingers into corded shoulders and thrust up her hips once more, seeking, begging, aching. There was nothing demonic about this anymore. Demons took, rather than waited to begiven; demons demanded without caring what they deserved. But she was so very sick of taking, of demanding – of being a creature that didn’t know how to do things in any other way.

She just wanted tohave.

‘Please,’ she whimpered again, feeling the salt of tears on her cheeks again as she fought for that sweet release. Her mind was folding in on itself. The void within her spread like poison. But Thysandra was here, Thysandra washers, and she clung to that lifeline – no home, no family, but the body she was rubbing herself against was devastatingly real, and she needed,needed—

Thysandra’s leg vanished from between her thighs.

‘No,’ Naxi gasped, grabbing at empty air. The world was a blur of colours and tears. ‘No,please! I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you need! I—’

Strong hands dug into her inner thighs and spread her open in a single, ruthless yank.

And then – stars above, hell below – hot, hungry lips dragged over her desperate flesh, and her mind shattered like fragile glass dashed against unforgiving rocks.

There was no time to catch her breath. No time to brace herself before Thysandra’s tongue slid inside her, drinking deep, voraciously – an urgency like a first sip of water after years and years of thirst. Naxi cried out, arching away from the smooth stone floor, and again that hot invasion filled her, lapping up every drop she had to give, feasting on her frenzied need.

She did not demand.

She just surrendered.

Fingers speared into her, laying her bare. Teeth scraped over her most sensitive spot, and already she was unravelling at the seams, her entire world contracting into a single savage point of ecstasy – because Thysandra did not relent, did not stop licking and sucking and thrusting, and fuck, that insatiable greed –thatwas what she needed, more than the pleasure itself.

‘Please.’ It had become a breathless, rhythmic chant. Her body sang, burned, trembled with unfulfilled need. ‘Please, Sashka –Sashka—’