Page 50 of The Call of Crimson (The Crimson & Shadows #2)

“That’s my good little demon. That’s one,” I praise. “Now you’re going to do it again on my tongue.”

“Or you could just fuck me,” she whines.

“All in good time.” I wink at her, moving to position my face between her thighs.

Before she can complain again, I swipe my tongue up her center over the already sensitive flesh.

The taste of her arousal is more intoxicating than any liquor I’ve ever known. I could live the rest of my life only knowing the taste of her.

Long fingers tangle in my hair, pulling sharply, demanding both mercy and more. A desperate mewl escapes her mouth that nearly does me in.

I flick my tongue over her clit and dip my fingers inside her tight cunt, gathering the liquid arousal until my hand is dripping.

Then I trail my fingers lower, down to the tight hole I've been teasing for far too long.

A soft gasp leaves her mouth when I dip one slick finger inside.

“Relax, little demon,” I coax from between her thighs, my tongue never slowing. Gently, I push deeper, easing her open.

We’ve done this much before, but tonight she’s strung so tight it makes my heart ache.

My tongue works her clit in slow, deliberate circles, the tension building fast.

Her inner walls tighten, signaling how close she is.

Pulling back from her, I growl, “You’re going to come on my tongue, but not before I stretch out this tight little hole. You’re not ready for my cock yet.”

“Aurelius, please,” she moans, her voice a breathy, delicious sound that ignites my primal urge to claim her. “I’m so close.”

“And you will not come again until I say so. If you fail, I’ll keep you on edge for hours, denying you any release.”

A frustrated groan is all the response she manages.

“Tell me you understand,” I demand, pushing a second finger inside her tight heat.

“Fuck!” she gasps, back arching from the bed. “Fine, yes. I won’t come until you say.”

Her voice is wrecked with need—and surrender.

With a devilish grin, I return to my ministrations between her thighs, lapping at her core with slow, devastating strokes. I flatten my tongue, tracing from her opening to her clit in long, lazy circles.

Her thighs tremble from the restraint it’s taking to obey my command. I smile against her flesh, then slowly add a third finger to her ass.

“Gods,” she hisses, eyes fluttering shut.

“There’s only one being I’ll ever worship,” I chuckle softly, watching her teeter on the edge of bliss. “And she’s more demon than goddess.”

I pump my fingers in and out several more times before determining I’ve tortured her enough.

“Look at me,” I rasp, desperate to see her eyes as she shatters.

Her gaze locks on mine—bright, dazed, desperate.

“Come on my fingers, Princess.” The command is soft, but firm, and I feel her immediately shatter around my fingers.

The orgasm tears through her, her body shuddering violently as hot, liquid heat floods my hand.

I stroke her through it, coaxing every last tremor from her body.

“That’s my good little demon,” I praise, a dark, possessive thrill racing through me.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, smirking in pure male satisfaction as her legs tremble violently. I pepper soft kisses to the insides of her thighs before standing.

“Where are you going?” Breyla asks, brow furrowing.

“I’ll be back shortly,” I say with a wink, striding across the small room.

I shuffle through the belongings in my trunk, looking for the oil I had brought from home on the off chance this moment would arise.

When I return, jar in hand, she watches me with lust-drunk eyes.

I dig out a generous amount of the semi-solid oil, warming it in my palm until it melts into liquid as I spread it over my cock.

Her eyes track the movement of my hand up and down my shaft as I stroke myself until my skin is slick with the oil.

I catch the pink of her tongue darting out to wet her lip and the hunger flaring in her hot gaze.

The bed shifts as I kneel between her parted thighs, hitching them over my shoulders. I rub slow circles into her over-sensitive clit, and she whimpers.

“Please, no,” she mumbles, weakly attempting to close her legs to me. “Too sensitive.”

“I’m doing it for your benefit,” I explain, pushing her legs wider as I align my cock with her tight entrance.

She tenses as the head of my cock presses against her.

“Just do it,” she whispers.

“Sorry, darling, that’s not how this works.” I push a fraction of an inch further inside her, nearly groaning at how slowly I must take this for her sake. “If at any point it’s too much for you, you will say the word king .”

She writhes beneath me, eyes flaring wide, whether from my words or the additional inch of me now inside her, I can’t be sure.

Her hands grasp at my arms, nails biting into my skin, drawing blood in tiny pebbled bursts that only make me groan.

“It’s so much, My Lord ,” she rasps as I work another inch deeper, the head of my cock breaching the tight ring of her ass.

A dark rumbling laugh escapes me at her defiance with that title, even now, in the midst of being fucked.

“What’s so funny?” she pants.

“You, little demon,” I smirk. “Your defiance, even in the most intimate of moments, is entirely predictable. I do love your pervasive need to defy me, though.”

I can see her actively resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she stares me down.

“Are you in yet, My Lord ?” she snarks

Looking down between us, I grin. “You’re doing so well for me… but you’re only halfway there, little demon.”

She curses under her breath, but it quickly becomes a garbled moan as I push deeper.

Her lips open as if to reply, but I swear if the next words from her mouth aren’t my name as she moans, then I’ll bottom out in her just to hear her scream.

As if she senses my thoughts, her mouth snaps shut.

Good girl .

I lean down, taking her nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it until it hardens into a stiff peak.

Inch by slow inch, I work the rest of my length inside her, until I’m fully sheathed in a tightness so euphoric we both groan.

“Fuck, Princess,” I rasp, “look at how well you take my cock.”

Her eyes burn into mine, full of a web of emotions I work to disentangle. In the corners, shadows swirl in a way that makes her emerald eyes glitter in contrast.

I pepper kisses along her jaw, biting softly at the pulse point of her neck, giving her time to adjust.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise when she rocks her hips against mine in a clear demand.

Gently, I pull out and thrust back in, short, controlled strokes.

The tightness of her around me nearly unravels me with each slow, deliberate thrust. She was tight before, but this fit has me nearly delusional with pleasure.

There is no doubt in my mind, Breyla Rozaria was made for me.

Her nails bite into the skin of my chest, her shadows breaking free of her control and swirling around us.

At first, they gently cover my skin, filling me with a warmth and familiarity that makes my blood hum. But they quickly grow needy, tightening around my neck and shifting my gaze to hers.

“I’m not fragile, Aurelius.” Her voice is a breathy demand. “Now, fuck me in the way I know you’re desperate to.”

It undoes me, my restraint snapping like a twig.

I pull back nearly to the tip and slam back inside to the hilt. The scream I pull from her is like my own personal siren’s call.

I take her in deep, punishing thrusts, rolling my hips into hers until her moans turn incoherent.

Her nails tear through my skin, the sharp bite of pain sending sparks of pleasure through me.

The need to be closer overwhelms me. I drop her legs from my shoulders and crash my mouth onto hers, searing and possessive.

She meets my tongue in a fierce battle for dominance, nipping and sucking as I continue pounding into her.

A symphony of flesh meeting flesh, pants, and needy moans fills the room around us as I fuck us both precariously close to oblivion.

Breaking the kiss, I whisper my claim against her lips.

“You’re.”

Thrust .

“All.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” she agrees, her whisper turning into a gasping moan as my teeth find the flesh of her neck and bite down.

Something primal and innate holds me in its grip, refusing to let me release her. The warm coppery tang of her blood assaults my senses and teases me as it coats my tongue.

The taste is rich, yet bright and crisp, as I let her life force run down my throat.

At the sound of her soft whimper, I release her, laving the spot with my tongue to soothe the sting.

Her eyes are blown wide with desire. The shadows seeping from her skin pulse in the air around us, cocooning us in darkness.

“Fuck me harder,” she demands, her voice a shredded rasp.

“Mmm,” I hum, obliging without hesitation. I piston my hips into her harder, faster. “You feel divine wrapped around my cock, little demon.”

The look of pure devastation on her face tells me everything she’s too lost to voice. She’s trembling beneath me, right at the edge.

I reach between us, rubbing steady circles over her clit to give her that final push.

“Come for me,” I say softly in her ear. It’s not a command, but a plea.

A moment later, I feel her spasm around me, waves of pleasure wracking through her. The look on her face is absolute devastation—rapture in the form of this female. It drags me over the edge with her, pulling release from me so quickly it startles even me.

My seed floods her as her name tumbles from my lips in a ragged moan.

For a long moment, the only sound is our heavy breathing, the two of us tangled together in the aftermath.

Finally, I slip out of her, drawing a soft whimper from her lips as the last of the connection breaks.

“That was…” Breyla’s voice is breathy and soft, searching for words to describe what just passed between us.

Chuckling, I lean my forehead against hers and steal a gentle, brief kiss. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Reluctantly, I drag myself from the bed. I hastily rinse myself before returning with a damp rag and doing the same to her.