Page 46 of Kiss of Seduction (Court of Chains #1)

Evie looked down, away from Natalya’s face. Right in front of her, with her legs slightly parted, Evie could look up under her dress. Evie recalled the rustling she’d heard when Natalya made her kneel, but only then did she realize what the noise had been.

She’d taken off her underwear. Seeing it made Evie lightheaded.

But the position was strange. She could easily lean forward and use her mouth to pleasure Natalya, but Evie was still fully clothed. Beyond her shorts being opened, she was still covered.

“How will you make me—”

“You think I can’t?” Natalya seized her by the hair, bunching it up and tightening her grip to the point where it pulled at the strands. It hurt a little. Then it didn’t hurt at all.

A tingling flow of euphoria streamed from Evie’s scalp through her whole body, ending as a powerful throbbing between her legs. The feeling started such an intense ache it made Evie moan out loud, the sound coming both from pleasure and surprise.

“I can make you come in a thousand different ways.” Natalya’s wicked smile made the statement sound like a threat. “I can make you come just from kissing you. Just from touching your skin. Just by pulling your hair.”

She tugged again, sending a surge of pleasure through Evie’s body.

Her legs jerked, and the movement pressed her pussy against the fabric of her underwear and shorts.

The faint sensation would have done nothing on its own, but with Natalya’s touch increasing her sensitivity to such an extreme degree, the feeling made her cry out in shock at the pure pleasure of it.

“I want you to please me until you run out of breath,” Natalya said. “I want your mouth on me, and it doesn’t leave until I allow it.”

Natalya spread her legs further, pushing up the fabric of her dress. It revealed her glistening pussy, and Evie’s breath caught in her throat.

“Go on, darling.” Natalya tightened her grip around Evie’s hair. “Pleasure me.”

The eagerness on Evie’s face would have been amusing in another context. In the Royal Lounge, on her knees, with her hands behind her back, she just looked gorgeous.

The moment Natalya loosened her grip, Evie leaned in, pushing her tongue and nose against her with such passion it made Natalya sigh.

Keeping her hand in Evie’s hair, she periodically sent waves of pleasure through her skin to rush through the rest of her body. Every time she did so, Evie shivered.

It wasn’t just from her fingers Evie received pleasure. It came from Natalya stroking her thigh with her foot. From her voice giving affirmations and instructions. From her pussy which Evie was moaning louder and louder against.

The rising desire in Evie was more than just satisfying to see. It was delightful to feel . Natalya could sense it in herself, a strumming echo of pleasure that heightened her own. She felt it as Evie did. Sweet flames. Flashes of bliss.

The echo combined with Evie’s beautiful mouth on her clit made it easy to lose sense of where she was, as well as the intention she’d had when she approached Evie at the bar. It hadn’t been this. But what did intent matter when Evie was using her mouth so delightfully it made Natalya moan out loud?

“Are you close again, darling?” Natalya’s voice, usually so easily controlled, was strained.

“Yes, Mistress,” Evie said quickly before she was back to licking over her clit.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please, Mistress.”

“Show me how much.”

Evie pushed against her clit with her tongue, drawing the hood back and then pressing against her rhythmically. The pleasure it produced was more than delightful. It was ecstasy. It was easy to give Evie what she wanted when she asked so expertly for it.

Natalya pulled Evie’s head back and kissed her deeply. She transformed her tongue as she did, pushing it into her mouth to brush over Evie’s.

She kissed her hard. Kissed her with demand and passion. She kissed her with so much pleasurable intensity it made Evie start shaking.

She gasped against Natalya’s mouth. Then moaned. Then cried out as she bucked her hips, the movement desperate and awkward from her kneeling position. She came with a loud groan, the pleasure of it pulsing through Natalya’s body as flashes of flame.

Natalya broke the kiss, pulling Evie’s face back between her legs, where Evie started licking over her again. She let her continue until Evie’s body started tensing. Then she pulled Evie away from her once more.

Her face was flushed, and her breath uneven. Her arms strained against the cuffs, causing her muscles to flex.

She looked beautiful. She had been just as beautiful, if not more so, down below. Dancing with such confidence and joy that it was mesmerizing to watch.

Though her beauty was obvious to so many people, it wasn’t to Evie. It was a thing she felt she’d lost, just as she’d lost so many parts of herself to the horrors she’d been through. Some had been restored by time. Some she needed to remind herself of to believe them again.

“Repeat after me,” Natalya said, looking into Evie’s dazed, green eyes. “I’m beautiful.”

Evie blinked, gasping out ragged breaths. “I’m beautiful.”

Natalya rewarded her with a deep kiss that summoned new moans in her.

“I’m strong,” Natalya said. Evie’s eyes were unfocused now.

“I’m strong.” The words trembled on their way out, and Natalya tightened her hold on her hair, producing a new surge of pleasure that made Evie gasp loudly.

“I’m brave.”

Evie’s voice was fully shaking. “I’m brave.”

The words weren’t easy for her normally. They were easier when Natalya demanded them in a moment of ecstasy. That didn’t mean they didn’t hit hard still.

Natalya kissed her again, filling her body with as much passion as she could take.

As much delight as she was yearning for.

When she was right at the edge, right at the point where a gust of wind would send her sprawling, Natalya broke the kiss and pulled Evie between her legs again, and her tongue flicked over Natalya’s clit.

She’d caught on to the trick. That the pleasure Natalya experienced radiated through her hand, into Evie’s head, and then onwards to the rest of her. That Natalya was focusing enough to heighten the sensation only motivated her more.

She circled her tongue, then flicked and pressed against her in ways that made Natalya moan without meaning to.

It was a strange thing. She never felt as in control as when she was around Evie.

She never felt as at ease and calm because, with Evie, she knew she couldn’t accidentally force an emotion or bring pain.

At the same time, Evie could make her lose control—beautifully so—in a way no one had ever done before.

The orgasm rose in her suddenly and delightfully.

As Natalya had frequently pulled Evie away, it had built up her own sensitivity for this final push over the edge.

Evie breathed heavily against her, clearly winded.

Her hands behind her back were clenched into fists.

With Natalya’s orgasm, Evie’s body convulsed and shook, and she moaned loudly against Natalya.

Natalya closed her eyes, stopping them from cascading violet light all over the Royal Lounge. She let her mouth fall open as she came, felt it shudder through herself first, and then felt Evie’s right after. An echo of her own.

She loosened her grip on Evie’s hair, letting her know she should stop. She didn’t quite move away. Instead, she leaned her head against Natalya’s thigh as she gasped air into her lungs.

She really had kept going until she was out of breath.