Page 28 of His Dark Delights
“You protest your love for me a lot for one whose body reacts so deliciously to my touch,” Ren growled over me, flexing his finger inside my walls .
“You mistake the craven lust of my flesh for the emotions you seek. But trust that I hate you!” I pitifully kicked my legs, but there was mischief in the act. I played at wanting him to get off, knowing that my body burned for him.
“Does this taste like hate, Lilly?” Without warning, he shoved his glistening finger between my lips.
The taste of my arousal, sweet and potent, swept over my tongue.
Despite all my rage, I sucked him deeper into my mouth.
My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned on his finger as it slid over my tongue.
He pulled the digit out and shoved it back in, fucking my mouth with his finger.
Ren pulled his digit from my mouth, swiping over my bottom lip with my saliva. Then he rubbed it over the top, slowly, delicately, like he was memorizing the shape of my lips. When he reared back onto his knees, I stayed down, chest heaving with every breath I sucked in.
He tugged his red stained shirt over his head and tossed it into the fireplace. A lick of flame caught the white fabric, and an ensuing glow cascaded over the room, chasing a fraction of the shadows.
My core clenched at the vision of pure male muscle flexing over me with every minor move he made. The roll of his biceps and his tensing, sculpted abs provoked another wave of slick need from my pussy. And the line of dark hair pointing to the tent in his pants drove me over the cliffs of insanity.
With a hungry snarl, Ren plunged his face between my thighs.
He ran his tongue over my glistening sex before targeting my clit.
His mouth converged on me without a barrier this time, devouring and savoring me with a frightening and delightful frenzy.
The sensations crashing through me would linger in my memories forever, and I’d crave them again and again for as long as I lived.
A gentle climax rippled through me. Goosebumps flared over my skin and my back arched off the floor as I rocked my hips into his mouth, riding out the mellow waves of pleasure. That orgasm felt like love, and I hated myself for enjoying it so damn much.
At the sound of buttons popping through fabric, I opened my heavy lids.
Ren was shoving down his pants and bowing over my spread body.
His cock bobbed free, and anticipation for the straining girth thrilled through me.
His body fell over mine, perfectly fitted together.
He rocked his erection over the slick groove of my slit.
A startled, needy yelp punched from my lips and my legs quivered around his hips.
His hot breath tickled my lips. “Kiss me like you love me, Lilly.”
“I can’t,” I whined, turning my head away.
Ren collared a hand over my throat, using his powerful fingers to hold my face in place. A desperate groan unlike any sound he’d ever made before broke through him—half a growl and half a pained sob. “Then kiss me like you hate me. Just fucking kiss me.”
I did. My lips crashed into his, and we shared the next breath. His fingers flexed on my neck, careful of my airway but reminding me he remained in control despite my submission. Then his other hand hooked under my knee, shoving it into my chest.
Ren’s throbbing bare cock slipped in wonderfully, perfectly, beautifully. I was so wet he easily impaled me, despite his massive length. A satisfied sound escaped him as he sank into the depths of my walls. And my pussy sucked him ever deeper, as if welcoming him home.
The bastard was alluring, magnetic, commanding. I couldn’t escape my feelings for him or my body’s reactions, even if I was on the other side of the world. He was too tangled in my soul now to escape him. It took tremendous effort not to throw myself into his embrace and completely give in.
I was breathing fast, breasts rising and falling with every thrust and skimming over the tickling hair on his chest. His mouth made a meal of mine, biting my lips, sucking on my tongue, and inhaling the air from my lungs.
I needed the taste of him, and the feel of his crushing weight ingrained in my mind for all the days to come.
Ren pressed closer, rolling his body over mine. Delicious ribbons of pleasure coiled through my belly and shot through my clit.
He demanded against my lips, “Come for me, Lilly. Come for your king.”
I turned my face away despite the fingers holding me firm. “You’re no king of mine.”
With a frustrated growl, he slammed his hips into me harder. “You will come for me. You’re mine and mine alone. Now come for your king, Lilly. Let me feel that pretty pussy gushing on my cock.”
Each punishing thrust sent me higher and higher into the heavens of irresistible bliss.
Ren reached every secret, needy spot inside of me that was sensitive to the pleasure he provided.
Even if I tried to fight it, it was too late.
A surge, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed through my body, quaking my limbs .
I came again—so violently that I saw stars behind my eyes.
A broken, frustrated whine vented through my lips as my pussy obeyed the king’s command. Those unbidden noises morphed into shrill, shuddered gasps as aftershocks rocked through me, shaking my limbs.
Ren gasped into my mouth, holding me tight as his cock jetted his release deep into my core.
I felt each jerk and twitch from his cock through his endless orgasm.
When he began to pull out, he rammed back in with a stuttered exhale, as if surprised the pleasure hadn’t ended yet.
He came long and hard, filling me so full the excess seeped out, dripping down his balls and onto the floor.
I didn’t have time to wrestle with my feelings or the pressure of Ren’s body flush with mine.
I crushed down the tempest welling in my chest, savoring the golden afterglow with the man buried inside me.
Instead of thinking about pain and sadness, I chose to relish his huffed breath against my neck and the light of dawn streaming through the window, highlighting his curls.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he rasped.
There would be time to think and plan later when my head cleared.
For now, I’d cherish the moment with Ren in our liminal space where we could pretend.
Here, I was his Queen of Flowers, and he was my loyal knight.
Under that golden light of rising dawn, we were nothing more than fate-doomed lovers, and that was enough for both of us.
But Soren hadn’t said he loved me while on his knees, and even though he was proud, and he was the king, I couldn’t forget that—I wouldn’t forget that.