Page 34 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood (Tales So Wicked #2)

I’m determined to be more gentle this time.

Lenore is silent as I slip the nightdress from her body, removing my own shirt in the process.

If she’s going to bare her scar to me, I’ll give her mine too.

I’m delighted to find that she isn’t wearing any undergarments.

The little minx must have known I’d return.

“Nothing underneath? Did you do this for me?”

Lenore pulls her lip between her teeth, nodding. “I wanted you to come back.”

“Why’s that?” I brush my lips over hers.

“I was hoping you would do that thing again.” She swallows, the sound exposing her anxiety.

“That thing. I did so many things in the labyrinth, little raven. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

I’m so easily able to bring a flush to her fair cheeks. “Your tongue. Down there.” The red staining her skin darkens.

Lowering to my knees, I keep eye contact as I hook one of her thighs over my shoulder. “Here?” My tongue traces between her folds.

It’s a rhetorical question. Lenore loses the ability to speak the moment I begin eating her cunt. I’m not one much for myths and legends, but she tastes like the damned forbidden fruit itself. The flat of my tongue runs up her clit, making contact with every sensitive spot.

Her low moan is utterly satisfying. She gasps, eyes going wide as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

I look up from between her thighs. “What is it?”

“Sound.” She shoots a nervous look to the door. “The guards are being extra careful after earlier.”

With a wave of my hand, I flood the room with shadows. They climb the walls, cover the floor, boxing us in. “Nothing gets past my shadows. Not even your moans of pleasure.”

I lick her again, stopping to suck on her clit. Her lips are pressed together, muffling her sounds. My growl startles her and her mouth pops open. Another delectable moan slips out.

“That’s better.” I grin, readying myself to feast. “Now, let me hear just how good it feels.”

My mouth connects to her pussy and doesn’t come up for air until she’s shuddering with post-climax sensitivity. Her fingers have damn near ripped my hair from my scalp. My palm against her lower stomach is all that’s keeping her upright.

“That was even better than I remembered.” Lenore’s voice is extra smoky. I’ve learned it drops lower when she’s aroused. “I didn’t even realize tongues could make that happen.”

Her inexperience only makes me harder. “Do you know what else can make that happen?”

Standing, I press my cock into her stomach. Her response is a feverish kiss and her hands hooked around my neck. She’s as light as one of my own feathers as I carry her to the bed.

Laying her on the heavy comforter, I take a moment to admire her body. Her frame is more narrow than I realized. Those damn dresses were always hiding her from me. Her breasts are small with nipples that are begging to be pulled between my teeth.

“You’re beautiful.” Achingly so. She gives me a bashful smile.

“Pretty from that perfect face all the way to this wet, needy cunt.” I slide my shadows inside her, loving the way she stretches around them.

My eyes are greedy as they watch the slow in and out of my dark tendrils.

Lenore’s knees close. New shadows are quick to pry them wide.

“These stay open. Let me watch you come all over my darkness. I have a little trick I’d like to try.”

Moving my focus away from her clit, I send my shadows within, seeking that small, powerful spot nestled on Lenore’s inner wall. Her whole body spasms, and I know I’ve found it.

Lenore’s hands fly down. I’ve got them tied up and out of the way before she can reach between her thighs. I work the same spot with a steady, firm pressure, massaging it with precise strokes.

“Oh my god, Harrow. Harrow.” Lenore’s squirming intensifies.

“Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“You’re going to do something for me.” Her legs begin to shake. My pressure and pace never falter. “When you feel it coming, you let it all go.”

Sweat beads across her body. Two more shadows pin down her torso, forcing her to hold still enough to take my shadows exactly the way I want her to.

I know she’s close when her pleasure turns to panic. “Harrow, wait. Something…” She fights against the shadow restraints. “Something’s happening. You can’t. I need to… fuck.”

I tighten every tendril, locking her in place.

I know exactly what’s happening. It’s a foreign sensation to her.

She’ll learn to love it. She must, because I won’t be able to stop making her do it.

Moving into position, I lower myself until I’m on my elbows and resting between her quivering thighs. “Don’t fight it.”

Her eyes are wide and wild. “Wait. I, I—Oh no.”

Her moan is a strangled cry. As soon as I feel her muscles contract, I pull my shadows free. Liquid sprays from her pussy, covering my chest and chin. Her body convulses as her release consumes her.

“That’s it. Such a good little raven, soaking me with your cum,” I praise, tasting her on my lower lip.

“What,” she chokes out, “was that?”

“You came hard enough to squirt”—I crawl over her—“and fuckkkk, it was sexy.” The need to bury myself in her overtakes me.

“Oh my god, I thought I was about to… I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

“Yes, you have.”

“How can you be sure?”

“You did it for me in the labyrinth.”

“Oh. I didn’t even realize. I guess there was a lot going on.” She gives an embarrassed laugh. “You liked that?”

Dropping low, I steal her breath with a deep kiss, forcing her to taste herself. “I fucking loved it.” Lenore is still tied up as the head of my cock nudges at her entrance. “Will you do it again for me?” My first few inches push inside.

“Yes, god, I’ll do whatever you want.”

My movements halt. “God? No, Princess. I may have the wings of an angel and the tongue of a saint, but when you come down from all those heavenly orgasms, you’ll find yourself in bed with the devil. God couldn’t dream of the things I have in store for you.” My next thrust buries me all the way in.

Lenore half moans, half screams, as I fill her until her eyes roll back. I stretch her until I’m certain she can focus on nothing else. Not her princess duties, nor her former engagement to the king, and certainly not the prince whose taste still sullies her swollen lips.

“He’ll never be able to give you this.” My shadows tease her clit as I let myself sink into her tight heat. “He’ll never make your pussy drip the way I can. Never make you moan the way I do.”

“Who?” Lenore croaks out.

“Good girl.” Fucking her until all traces of Cassius have vanished from her thoughts seems to be working perfectly.

I release her from my shadow restraints. I need space for the things I want to do. Lifting Lenore’s ass, I tilt her hips and allow myself to enter her as deeply as possible.

Lenore cries out, hands clamoring to grab hold of me now that she’s finally untied.

My movements stutter when she rubs her hands across my shoulder blades.

She’s dangerously close to where my wings connect.

My frenzied thrusting slows. A single finger runs along the connective tissue attaching my wing to my body.

My hips jerk involuntarily. That spot is so damn sensitive.

“Don’t do that.” The words come out as a growl. Now I’m the one panting. If she keeps that up, I’ll be done too soon.

“What? This?” Lenore traces a finger across the other side. She bites her lip, grinning victoriously.

“Wicked little raven. You’re asking for it.”

Lenore

My fingers stroke the same spot, pressing between his shoulder and wing. Harrow bucks again. His hips start up, but his control has slipped. Instead of a steady, pounding rhythm, his pelvis pistons into mine with a frantic, forceful energy.

His mouth drops to my ear. “What did I just say?”

“Not to do this.” I stroke both wings this time.

“ Fuck ,” he gasps. I have to admit, I like feeling in control. Watching him melt beneath my touch is a turn-on I never knew I needed. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“Oh yeah?” I’ve never heard him breathe so heavily. He can barely move his hips. Every touch of my fingers near his wings has his pelvis jolting and body shaking. Pushing my luck, I squeeze the sensitive area and rub my hands up and down. His reaction is immediate.

“I warned you.”

My face hits the mattress. Fuck, he moved so fast. His breath is hot against my cheek.

“Bad ravens get punished.”

Harrow raises my hips until I’m on my hands and knees. Not being able to see him behind me has my nerves racing in anticipation of his next move. He reenters me in one swift motion and the world turns hazy. By the gods, we should have been doing this position from the start.

“Oh my god, Harrow, yes.” A sharp shock of pain slices across my ass. “Ah!”

“I’ve told you, I’m not your god. I’m your reckoning.” His hand strikes my ass again. The cold metal of his rings bites into my skin. “Now I’m going to spank you until you come for me.”

He fucks into me, cock slamming home as his hands connect with my sensitive cheeks again and again. “Harrow!”

“You decide when this stops. All you have to do is come.”

I’m sweating, shaking. My body is so overwhelmed with pleasure and pain I can barely see straight.

Shadows swoop in to hold me up when my body starts to give out.

My ass is throbbing. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, Harrow reaches forward to pinch my clit.

The abrupt and overstimulating sensation sends me careening over the edge.

I come so hard I swear I die and resurrect myself on the spot.