Page 29 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

Evie was nervous about this in the most curious way. There was no fear. Just her imagination spinning tales of what Natalya’s tongue would feel like against her. She took a deep breath.

“No. I don’t.” Her voice was uneven, and she was tense. But she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t surprised by what Natalya was doing. Natalya had told her everything that would happen and was going to happen. Every step Evie could prepare for, every step she could anticipate.

It was what she needed. Assurance, explanations, and check-ins.

“Remember to look at yourself,” Natalya said as she lowered Evie to the floor. “I want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”

The words were edging her on their own. Hearing someone as beautiful as Natalya talk about her like that was staggering.

Natalya was above her now. She’d crawled between Evie’s legs and was leaning over her stomach.

“Do you want me to go all the way?”

“What does that mean?”

The whites in Natalya’s eyes took on a faint, purple sheen. She opened her mouth, and a long, forked tongue eased out between her lips. She was smiling like the Lust demon she was.

Evie’s eyes widened. What would it be like to have her touch her with that ? Evie had a feeling what the answer would be.

Overwhelming. Electric. Fucking fantastic .

“Yes.” Evie tried a little smile of her own. “Please.”

The demon tongue vanished, turning normal again. With a low growl, Natalya leaned forward and kissed Evie so hard it stung her lips. It was maddening. It made both of them moan.

Natalya broke away, moving down Evie’s body. She pressed kisses everywhere as she moved. On Evie’s chin, her shoulders, her breasts, ribs, stomach, and hips. Occasionally she nipped at her skin with her teeth. It left Evie breathless, turning her sighs into gasps and then into low moans.

“You’ve been patient, darling.” Natalya was kissing Evie’s inner thigh. “And polite. Now just remember what I told you to do. Look at the mirror as I make you come. Look at yourself as I make you fall apart.”

Evie turned, and seeing the scene in the wall-sized mirror was bizarre.

Evie splayed out naked on the floor. Panting, sweating, strawberry blonde hair sticking to her skin.

Between her legs, smiling like a devil, was Natalya.

Her eyes were bright violet, her hair pulled back, and her hands held Evie’s hips tightly.

“Try not to be too loud. You don’t want to summon an audience.” Natalya cocked her head, looking amused. “Or maybe you do. Regardless, I’m going to enjoy myself with you.”

In the mirror, Evie saw Natalya lower herself slowly, her head disappearing between Evie’s legs. At first, there was no sensation other than Natalya’s breath against her skin and her tingling touch from her hands clutching Evie’s hips.

Then a hot, flexible, precise tongue flicked against Evie’s clit, and she almost convulsed immediately.

She was so sensitive from Natalya’s previous treatment that the sheer, bright pleasure from Natalya’s tongue was nearly enough on its own. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, seeing her reflection clench her hands together at her sides and arch her back off the floor.

“You taste remarkable.” Natalya circled her clit. “So sweet. So perfect.”

Evie barely heard her. Her muscles were already spasming, her breath escaped like whimpers. She hit her fists into the floor at the overwhelming sensation.

Who knew an infernal touch could feel so divine?

She came so quickly, with a bright gasp, that it startled her. But Natalya didn’t let up. She kept circling her clit, kept sending surges of wild pleasure through her.

“You can come again, darling.” Natalya’s long, forked tongue slithered down her pussy, making her entire body shiver. “You can come as many times as you want. As you can. I want to taste them all.”

In the mirror, Evie saw herself twitch and spasm in response to what Natalya was doing. Sounds no higher than a whimper escaped her lips, followed by a deep moan when Natalya pressed her tongue hard against Evie’s clit, making her come again. So soon to the previous one, it almost hurt.

When Natalya moved down to push her tongue inside Evie, she could no longer form coherent thoughts.

Natalya’s tongue reached deep inside her, pressing and curling and summoning such pure pleasure that Evie’s sight blurred.

She was pulled into an orgasm again and barely had it ended before Natalya’s magnificent touch was building another one.

Explosions of pleasure, all happening in rapid succession.

Natalya didn’t let up. She didn’t stop. Evie whined as her body convulsed. Over and over again until she was limp and so spent she could barely move, and the only noises she could produce were gasps. Only then did Natalya withdraw.

Evie was faintly aware that Natalya was still touching her. She kissed her way up to Evie’s face, her lips leaving only the faintest tingling sensation behind. They were just comforting touches. Evie was thankful for it. She didn’t think she could take any more.

“Gorgeous.” Natalya kissed Evie’s lips. “Just marvelous.”

Evie was beautiful. Especially in this state. Face flushed, breath uneven, skin shiny from sweat.

Natalya couldn’t stop looking at her. Marveling at her. She was breathing heavily but unrestrained. She wasn’t dying or even going unconscious.

Natalya picked her up and moved to sit against the wall with Evie in her lap, leaning against her chest. She hugged her tight, giving Evie some of her warmth. There weren’t any blankets available, so Natalya’s arms would have to suffice.

They could suffice. She could touch Evie, even when the woman was this overwhelmed. Hold her. Kiss her.

She pressed her lips against Evie’s brow, tasting salty sweat.

“Are you here, darling?”

“I’m…” Evie was breathing too heavily to finish the sentence. She had to wait to catch her breath before she could continue. “I’m going to need a minute.”

“You can have hours.” Natalya ran her fingertips over Evie’s chest. As she did, she willed calm into Evie’s body. It made her muscles relax, and she sighed with satisfaction.

“What the hell, Natalya?” The question was followed by a laugh. Evie covered her face with her hands. “How did you do all that?”

“Let me have my secrets.” Natalya kissed the back of Evie’s hands. “But I must say… That was quite the private dance.”

Evie peeked over her fingers and laughed, and the sound started a wave of warmth in Natalya’s chest. It sounded so honest. So happy.

She’d heard Evie laugh like that before, with Blake and Lily. A noise of joy and relaxation. Not the trembling, nervous kind most people adopted around Natalya. She wasn’t a creature who invited anything but passion and yearning. She didn’t invite ease.

But Evie was leaning against her, smiling, and her green eyes were so trusting it made Natalya’s black heart ache strangely. It was a feeling unfamiliar to her.

Natalya kissed her again. Deeply and with demand. It was a kiss that had killed hundreds. The pleasurable bane of mortals. A death sentence.

Evie leaned into it, sighing happily.

“You’re incredible.” Natalya held Evie closer, astounded that she didn’t need to let go of her.

For a moment, Evie’s face was filled with joy. Then she paled, and her eyes widened. Before Natalya could interpret the expression, Evie covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“Oh no.” She looked at the still-open door. “I completely forgot. I hope no one heard us.”

Natalya would be able to hear if someone was approaching, but Evie didn’t know that.

“Us?” Natalya smiled innocently. “I was quiet as a mouse.”

Natalya’s ability to read the emotions of others was innate. When they were right in front of her, she couldn’t help but read their basic emotional state. She saw it too easily.

This was different. When she smiled at Evie, the wave of happiness flowing through her was so strong it echoed in Natalya’s own body.

If Natalya focused, she could feel what Evie did. But she didn’t have to focus. Evie’s joy was that heightened. It stole Natalya’s ability to speak.

Evie put her hand over Natalya’s. “I wasn’t expecting any of that. Where did it come from?”

The question was made in jest. It was a hypothetical, not meant to be taken seriously. Yet it was like an icy dagger in Natalya’s chest.

She hadn’t been thinking. Where had it come from? Why had she done this?

“I don’t know.” Natalya turned her face away. Evie’s eyes were filling with worry. Natalya couldn’t look at it. Couldn’t bear to see the change in her.

The reason this had happened was because Natalya wanted it to. Because she’d desired it. But Evie wasn’t someone to desire. She was a victim of countless horrors. Of violence and assault. And Natalya had seduced her.

The realization made her feel sick.

Evie put a hand on her shoulder. “Natalya, what’s the matter?”

She sounded concerned. She assumed it was her who had done something wrong. She didn’t even realize what Natalya had done to her. That made it so much worse.

Evie leaned forward, and her fingers slipped under the strap of Natalya’s dress. The act might have been accidental, but it made Natalya flinch regardless.

Evie wanted to touch her. To undress her and marvel at her. Possess her. It was something Evie couldn’t help but feel. It was what Natalya instilled in others. She was powerful and desirable. And she was something people wanted to own.

Her touch made others want to be owned in turn. And she had her arms wrapped around Evie.

Natalya untangled herself from Evie, quickly standing and moving away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I didn’t mean—” Evie didn’t get to finish the sentence before Natalya had gathered up the discarded clothes and was handing them to her. The movement was fast and precise. It was easy when she was this satiated.

The thought filled her with painful guilt. It made it impossible to look at Evie.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” she said as Evie accepted the clothes.

“What do you mean? It was—”

“I didn’t think,” Natalya snapped. “I shouldn’t have done that to you. I shouldn’t have made you do that.”

“Made me?” Evie started putting on her clothes. Her movements were slow, and she winced when she put on her shorts.

Natalya had hurt her. Evie hadn’t wanted this.

“Natalya, what’s going on? If I did something—”

“You didn’t. I did.” She couldn’t keep the guilt out of her voice. She couldn’t stop the words from sounding sorrowful. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t even be near you. I’m sorry.”

Without further explanation, Natalya rushed from the studio, leaving Evie alone on the floor.