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Dax spits the wine into my mouth. Surprised by this, some of the wine spills down my neck, and I almost choke as I swallow.

Dax’s lips are on mine again. My body ignites with passion as our tongues eagerly glide with one another. He tastes like hints of black cherry, vanilla, and blackberry with some spice from the Cabernet .

I need this man.

Dax pulls away and beams as I practically pant for more.

He runs the wine bottle down my stomach and starts circling my clit with it while the breeze of his gentle breath teases the skin of my neck.

My eyes go wide with the realization on what he is about to do but his lips on my neck distract me, and I lose all self-control.

He uses the moisture of my spit and the wetness of my arousal to circle the top of the bottle near my entrance.

Why was a damn wine bottle turning me on so much?

“So wet... so needy... Just for me, little dove?” He nips my neck hard, leaving a mark, I’m sure.

My head rolls back, and I pull on the handcuffs.

“Please,” I beg.

“You look so beautiful right now. Helpless and bound in Adonis’ bed... Tell me, Dani. Did you enjoy watching me suck Killian’s cock while you lay there?”

The tip of the bottle eases slowly into me, and I moan.

“Fuck. Yes, yes, I did.”

Dax pushes the bottle as far as it will go, careful not to spill any of the wine, and starts to twirl it around slowly.

“Does that feel good, Dani?” His breath is hot on my ear and his steel hard cock presses into my upper thigh.

“I… I…” he pushes the bottle in and out of me, “Ah!” I cry out.

He traces his tongue along my jaw and lightly nips my bottom lip. I whimper, “Yes. I need more.”

“So do I,” he says wickedly and then goes down between my legs.

“Let’s see how you taste now.” I can feel the warmth of the wine inside of me as he tips the bottle more. He quickly replaces the bottle with his mouth.

I cry out .

He slurps the wine from my pussy, drinking from me like I’m the last drop of wine in a cherished glass. I pull on the cuffs as his tongue works me.

Just as I’m about to get close to my release, he pulls himself away.

Licking his lips clean he says, “Fucking delectable.”

“Please, finish… finish what you started.” I chew on my bottom lip.

He laughs almost cruelly, “Oh, little dove, this is just to help you get warmed up. You’re going to take all of us. And sweetheart, we are much, much larger than this silly little wine bottle.”

My breath catches in my throat as he inserts the wine bottle again moving it in and out of my tight, aching pussy.

I want more.

Need more.

“Please, fuck me, Dax. I need you.”

“Oh, I will. Just not yet.”

Disappointment and embarrassment wash over me as my cheeks turn slightly pink. I’m usually much more confident than I feel right now.

Dax pulls the bottle out of me and takes a swig from it. “Mmm. Tastes even better than before.” He puts the bottle to my lips for a taste. As I take a sip, his tongue licks his lower lip, and I so badly want to kiss him.

“Suck it clean,” he intones as his body shifts, and his hand drops to my inner thigh, gripping it hard. I stifle a soft whimper as his fingers dig into my skin.

I dart my tongue out, licking the saltiness from the bottle. “Such a good fucking girl, Dani.” Dax rewards me by rubbing my clit with his fingers in a small, circular motion.

This feels so good. So right.

“You know what good girls get, little dove?”

He pulls the wine bottle away from my mouth and sets it on the nightstand next to me once more. “They get to come. ”

Before I can even register his words, he inserts his fingers and begins fucking me with intense speed, driving me wild. I can feel my body start to shake, getting close to exploding.

He kisses my lips quickly and then goes down between my legs. His hot mouth replaces his fingers, and his tongue circles my clit. He looks up at me with those sinful, amber eyes, and flattens his tongue, making sure he moves in all the proper directions.

Never taking his tongue off of me, he takes his fingers and rubs my wetness down to my small, puckered hole and then back up to my pussy.

His mouth devours me, punishing me with pleasure. He slips two of his large fingers back inside of me and then one finger in the back, filling me.

“Yes! Oohh, Dax!” I scream in ecstasy. “You’re going to make me come.”

He doesn’t stop; he just keeps working me. His fingers going in and out of both holes and his mouth slurping up my pussy juices.

My eyes roll, and I scream his name loudly again, rocking my hips against his mouth and fingers as I come—my back arches as the coiling sensation takes over my body.

I don’t know when it happened, but I realize my hands are free and no longer cuffed, so I grab Dax’s thick, wavy hair and pull while I grind my pussy on his pretty face. His strong hands hold my hips down as waves of pleasure course through my body.

Coming down from ecstasy, Dax removes his fingers and licks his lips, “I knew you would taste fucking amazing.” His cocky smirk has me wanting round two, but this time with him deep inside of me.

“I want to taste me on you,” I blurt out unexpectedly.

His chuckle makes my body vibrate, “You wicked woman.” He crawls up my body and pushes his hard cock against my swollen clit.

“Ahhh,” I whine .

His warm breath in my face now, I reach up and trace my hand along his jaw and run my fingers across his bottom lip.

“I want you to fuck me now, Dax.”

With urgency, his mouth meets mine and our tongues ignite in a needy passion. They intertwine, sparking a fervent desire that consumes us both.

It’s completely intoxicating.

I taste myself on him. A primal urge stirs within me, fierce and insatiable, akin to a relentless hunter prowling through shadowed woods for its unsuspecting prey. It awakens a wild intensity, a deep-seated longing that fuels my every thought and movement, drawing me closer.

Our tongues swirl around, tasting each other. Needing each other. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind myself against his hard length.

My nails claw at his back, leaving marks on his flesh. I take his bottom lip in my teeth, and I bite, drawing blood. The unique tangy, metallic flavor fills my senses. I feel like a wild animal. Starved for his blood.

Dax hisses and grabs my hand, bringing my wrist to his mouth. His lips hover over my dried blood. His tongue, touches my skin gently.

He stops. His eyes go wide.

“Shit! I... I have to go.”

What the hell?

He stands, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t do anything stupid. Adonis won’t be happy that I freed you from the cuffs.” He adjusts himself.

As he starts to walk away, I notice the knife on the nightstand sitting next to the wine bottle. I quickly grab it and jump off the bed. Before I can do anything, I suddenly freeze in place.

I can’t move my body.

Dax slowly turns towards me with that cocky smile.

“You see, Dani. I can make you do anything I want you to. Your mind will still be there, but your body, I can control. Put. The. Knife. Down. You will not be spilling more of my blood tonight, little dove.”

Not by my own doing, I hand Dax the knife and then fall to my knees. My ass sits on my heels, as the torn shirt and bra still hang from my arms.

Dax takes a few steps closer and with a finger under my chin, he makes me look up at him.

“Now, this is a beautiful sight. You on your knees… You will stay like this until one of us comes back. We aren’t going to hurt you Dani.”

I can’t move. Can’t speak.

Tears of frustration flow down my cheeks as I watch Dax walk out the bedroom door.

I need to get the fuck out of here. But a part of me wants to stay...

My arm starts to tingle and slightly burn.

A strange sensation begins to creep up my inner arm, a tingling that radiates from my fingertips to my elbow.

I extend my arm out in front of my naked body, fixating my gaze upon it. I guess I can move it now.

I watch my inner arm as my skin glimmers with an ethereal light. A warm flush that feels both foreign and familiar, as if it’s on fire but in the most exhilarating way.

I inhale sharply, my breath hitching in my throat.

A large rune materializes on the inside of my arm; its boundaries are etched clearly into my flesh.

It bears the hue of my skin, resembling a scar rather than a tattoo, yet it pulsates with an otherworldly energy.

The elaborate design appears to ripple with life.

This is Dax’s mark on his arm, which is in the exact same spot.

What is happening? I’m no longer frozen in place.