Page 52 of Of Blood and Banes (The Arterian #2)

I break off our kiss and suck on the side of his throat as I use both hands to rip his pants down.

As soon as I do, I retreat from his neck.

My jaw goes slack at the view. Before I can change my mind, I get down on my knees before him.

Looking up to watch his reaction, I flick my tongue across the head of his cock.

He grunts as he throws his head back and smacks it against the stone behind him.

His breathing gets heavier, and it teases my fantasy of wanting to hear all the sounds he makes.

All the sounds I can pull out from him. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft as I lower my mouth over his head, taking his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he hisses.

I begin to bob up and down on him in time with stroking my hand over his shaft, sucking him farther and farther into my throat. He grabs me by the hair and slowly begins to direct the motion of my head onto his cock. Until he’s pushed me deep enough I gag.

“You’re so pretty when you’re gagging on my cock,” he purrs. “Next time you open your lips to insult me, remember how much I fill this tight little mouth of yours.”

He begins to pull my head off him, but I grab his wrist with a spit-soaked hand, not wanting to take him out of my mouth.

Saliva dribbles out the corner of my lips, and his length is glistening.

I begin to work on him again, my hand gliding along his length with ease.

The entire time, I look up at him. Watching his lips part, his jaw relax.

A gratified growl rumbles in his chest, encouraging me to keep deep throating him, even if it nearly cost me several breaths.

I adopt a corkscrew motion, up and down and twisting around him as he pants and groans.

The long chain connecting his two wrist swings and smacks against my chest as he fucks the back of my throat.

I remember the intoxicating control I used to have over Cole.

How I loved the sounds he made as he spilled himself into my mouth. That I was the one who earned it.

I suck Darian’s dick greedily, near desperate for him to fill my mouth with his cum. Needing to hear him break. He rips my hair back hard enough my mouth pops off his cock.

His hazy, lust-filled eyes meet mine, his lips open as his breath saws in and out of his mouth.

With his thumb, he smears the drool on my lips.

“As much as I love fucking your mouth, I want your cum on my cock. You either take your pants off or get your ass out of this room before I break through these godsdamned chains, bend your ass over, and fuck you like you’re mine. ”

Watching him with panting breaths, I slink back, never taking my eyes off him.

His eyes flash with a mix of simmering disappointment and frustration.

The space between us is unbearable. It takes a fuck ton of effort to increase it until my ass bumps the edge of my bed.

Eyes still locked on his, I sweep a hand back over the sheets, then slide it underneath the pillow and into its case before pulling out the key.

As soon as the light catches its golden gleam, Darian straightens. “What are you doing?”

I strut back over to him and unlock his manacles. Now, he has full free reign. I toss the key back over onto the bed, my eyes glued to him.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I admit in a breath, grabbing the sides of his face in my hands and pulling him to me.

He snaps forward with an animalistic grunt, his hands and mine fumbling at my waistband, scrambling to strip me down. Once I’m naked, he tosses my clothes off into the corner of the room. His turn. I revel in gliding my fingertips across his hot, muscled skin.

As soon as the both of us are naked, Darian skates his gaze up and down every curve and length of my body. “Get your ass up on that desk and spread your pretty legs for me.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I back up with every menacing step he takes toward me.

Gods, seeing him stalk toward me naked has my pulse doing somersaults in my stomach.

Each step is outlined in pure confidence, exuding sensuous, sinful temptation.

My ass bumps into the wooden desk, jolting me out of my trance for a moment.

I hop up onto the desk, watching as he closes the gap between us.

He stops before me. “Open them wider. Show me how wet you are.”

I obey, spreading my legs open for him as I watch him through heavy lids.

He’s so damn hot as he marvels at my naked body.

Especially as he lazily brushes a hand up and down his length, his gaze heating my skin with all the unspoken things he wants to do to me.

I dip my fingers down between my thighs to test how wet I am. “Is this to your satisfaction?”

His tongue flicks out across his bottom lip. “It’s a start.”

Smiling, he grabs my left ankle and lifts it straight into the air, then lowers his mouth to the inside of my shin.

Kiss by kiss, he inches down lower and lower, his other hand pressed against my lower abdomen and snaking up to my chest and gently pushing me back to lie down.

He sets my left leg down on his shoulder.

With a thumb, he swipes down from my clit to my entrance, and I instinctively buck against the sensation.

“Gods, look at you,” he groans, almost pained.

He slips two fingers inside of me until they’re as deep as they can go, his thumb resting on my swollen clit.

“So wet…” He removes his fingers from me, and I whimper as he starves me from his touch.

“So messy for me.” He takes his fingers and sucks on them, one by one, ripping them out of his mouth with a hungry groan as if he’s complimenting a chef’s dish.

He drops down to his knees in front of me. “Put your feet up on the desk and show me that pussy. Yes. All the way, that’s it. Just like that,” he praises. “Gods, you’re aggravatingly fucking sexy.”

His hands grip the inside of my thighs, keeping me spread open, and his devious smirk lights up as his darkened eyes meet mine.

Slow, as if he owns all the time in the world, he drags the tip of his tongue from the bottom of my entrance all the way up to my clit, watching my expressions from between my legs the entire time.

Sinful bastard.

I should hate him for how wicked he makes me feel. My legs clench instinctively around his head as I arch off the desk.

He groans, delectably pleased with tasting my arousal.

The hot, wet press of his tongue against me disappears as he pulls back slightly to speak.

“You’re going to come on my tongue. I will lick, suck, and swallow every drop you will give me, and I will not stop until I’ve had enough.

Then, and only then, will I stretch you out with my cock, and fuck you so hard the only word you remember is my name.

And I will not stop until you ask me to. Do you understand?”

I nod, nearly breathless as I absorb his words, almost shaking at the thought of all the things he’ll do to me. “Show me you’re a man of your word.”

There’s his sinful, one-sided grin that curls my toes.

He releases one hand from my thigh and with a thumb, firmly presses right above my clit and tugs the skin up, tightening the pressure.

Leading with his nose, he traces his tongue just after it, rocking his face into me as he licks my pussy.

Slow at first. Building that need. His stubbled cheeks and jaw scrape the skin on the inside of my thighs as I fight myself from trembling around him.

Holy fucking Gods and dragons.

His strong tongue slips up to where my throbbing clit is, rubbing in deliberate, strong circles. Up and down, round and round with a localized pressure that has me arching off the desk, my toes curling to the point of cramps. My breath sticks in my lungs.

Maybe he has a reason to be as cocky as he is. He’s had his mouth on me for maybe thirty seconds, and I already feel the danger. There’s no coming back from this. Not now that I want it. That I need it.

As if he couldn’t max me out at this level of pleasure, he rockets me into the next bracket as he adds in two fingers back inside me, pumping them in rhythm with the circles as he sucks and licks my clit.

He’s steady and consistent. Rather than trying to race me to an orgasm, he takes me step by step, allowing me to relish in every flick of his tongue, every plunge of his fingers.

But it doesn’t matter because the tight coil of pleasure winding within my core steals my breath as I rip his hair into my fingers like he’ll save me from the inevitable fall and blissful crash.

I come undone.

Biting down on my lip to try and silence my cry, my eyes squeeze shut as I tremble and ride every scorching hot wave of pleasure rocking throughout my body.

And he doesn’t let up—just as he said he wouldn’t.

Licking, sucking, swallowing, and rubbing.

As soon as I catch my breath, I edge up onto my elbows, waiting for him to remove his mouth.

But he flicks up a warning glare and gently pushes his fingers into my chest, pinning me back down onto the desk.

He unlatches his mouth from my clit, switching spots with his fingers and plunging his tongue inside of me with a delectable moan.

He glares up at me from between my legs, a hint of a smile at his lips.

Fucking me with his tongue, shaking his head back and forth as if it’ll allow him more access to dive deeper inside of me, devouring every bit of my flesh, sweat, and arousal.

Each move exudes an innate drive to please me, to serve me.

It doesn’t take long until I crash again, crying as I throw my head back against the desk and gripping his head between my thighs. My breath saws in and out of my chest, my legs shaking so violently the desk trembles underneath me.