Page 27 of The Pactbound Angel (The Soul Mirror Duet #1)

But it was almost too much too soon. With a groan, my legs began to rub on the velvet cushions as I shuddered. "I’m going to-"

Ramiren interrupted me firmly, "No, you may not come yet."

With a soft whine, a sound I’ve never made, I lifted the wand from myself slightly so as to not accidentally disobey. The intensity lessened just enough, but the hard pulsing remained. Breathing became difficult, as though there wasn’t enough air.

He watched me writhe using the wand, not touching me, with an imperceptible expression on his face. When I asked him to use his mouth, he declined once again. "Use the other one, the white one, first. The activation word for this one is aurta ."

Grateful for the short break, I fumbled with the second wand and muttered the command word into it. When I pressed it to myself, my breath left me in a wheeze.

Shit, this one is stronger.

My muscles tightened, and every single ounce of skin on my body grew taut.

A small smile that looked vaguely smug creased his face as he watched the greater intensity of the other implement take immediate effect.

He is enjoying this entirely too much. "If you want me to devour you, Nathalia, you will need to earn it… and beg."

A glimmer of hope settled at the idea of his tongue on me, that he might actually agree to do that.

But I have to beg. I tried to see if I could avoid it with a more forceful request. "Can you please..."

I was interrupted immediately. "Silence. No, again."

A louder whine escaped me, but my mind was a jumble.

Vulgar words I could barely register spilled out of me in Celestial.

All I could feel was the wand and velvet covers.

I desperately needed his touch. His tongue.

The familiar feeling of a peak arose in my lower belly, but it did not summit.

I knew, somehow, it wouldn’t happen without him.

I let out a frustrated growl, then threw my head back. "Fuck… me… "

I was vaguely aware of saying those words. Words that had never come out of me before. I didn’t even know if I was blindly exclaiming my frustration or commanding him to…

No. Nope. Do not.

All I knew for sure is that I was pent up and absolutely going nowhere.

I struggled against the feeling, knowing what I had to do but adamantly refusing.

“I need you to lick me… please.” He looked entirely unsympathetic, but he nodded.

Relief flooded me, until he leaned in and flicked his tongue on my arm. He raised an eyebrow at me.

You. Asshole.

I whined again. Pathetically.

Eventually, after yet another peak but unsuccessful release, my pride broke, and it poured out of me in a sob, " I need you to devour my pussy. Please. Pleasepleaseplease. "

He grinned proudly, stretching out, and moved the white wand out of the way before spreading my legs even more with splayed fingers. I dropped the wand, still activated and entirely forgotten. He looked at me, over the rim of his glasses, before lowering his head to press his mouth to my clit.

The moment his mouth landed, I let out a shriek and bucked against him, as if trying to get as close to him as possible. He entered me with his fingers, curling them upwards, while working the surrounding skin in slow circles with his tongue. My hands went to his hair and tugged him closer.

I could not control anything as my body seemed to be solely focused on wringing as much as it could from him.

The rush of needful pleasure dragged me down until I could barely breathe, and my limbs tingled from the tension.

I peaked again, his tongue lashing against me.

He made a sound, causing his mouth to vibrate against me, and there was a sensation of weightlessness, as though dropping from a great height.

I groaned, my breathing coming out in gasps. “ Please! I can’t…” Tears gathered in my eyes at the strain.

“You may come,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my clit, and then flicked his tongue once firmly. My deep breath came out as a throaty scream as I finally submitted to it.

The mysterious voice screamed its word alongside me. CORDANI!

Ramiren kissed my left inner thigh. "Good girl." The throbbing slowly subsided, as did my breathing, but did not seem to slake me. I wanted his pleasure now. He rose to sit up, smiling at me. “And now, what shall you ask for?”

“Remove your clothing. Now,” I said, my throat hoarse and dry.

Ramiren raised his eyebrows at my demanding tone, that hint of amusement sparking in his eyes.

He seemed to evaluate the request and agreed, standing up to undress methodically, as though he had all the time in the world…

or he was playing with me yet again. I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for him when he had removed his last piece of clothing.

With correction, I built the intensity and desperation behind questions, asking to touch, to kiss where I had touched, but I was met with another hard no when I asked politely, if not enthusiastically, to put my mouth on his cock.

"More explicit, more vulgar." Looking over the rims of his glasses, he continued, "Would you say you need to suck my cock?"

"Please, yes... I need to suck your cock.

" I felt desperate. I needed to feel his cock against my tongue.

Rubbing the roof of my mouth, my tongue ached .

I felt relief, elation, when he moved to lie on the bed.

As soon as he lay down, I lowered my head to his cock and ran the flat of my tongue from base to tip.

As he entered my mouth, he adjusted his hips on the bed, causing him to thrust into my mouth.

An intense pleasure flared between my legs, and I absolutely wanted a repeat.

I lifted my head, my breath heavy. "Would you please do that again? "

"Do what?" He asked as though he already knew the answer, but he wanted me to say it. I let out an almost imperceptible growl.

"Thrust into my mouth."

He gripped my jaw and pulled me closer. His mouth crushed mine, his canines biting into my lower lip before his tongue soothed the sting. He broke the kiss, and his eyes, intense with the pupil almost enveloping the iris, stared me down. "More explicit, angel."

Searching those eyes for inspiration, I realized what he wanted to hear, what I needed to say. "I need you to fuck my mouth."

A slow grin formed, which I took as approval.

When I resumed, he moved his grip to the sides of my head as he thrust upward with his hips, down, and up again, maintaining the ever-so-slightly rough motion.

Relaxing my throat, the movement of him sliding along my tongue and touching the back of my throat made the throbbing and pressure return.

Then I wondered if it would feel like this, his cock sliding elsewhere, and my moan was answered with his grip in my hair tightening.

His breath was audible. I wanted to see his face, so I let him drop from my mouth to raise my head.

His jaw was bunched, and there was a light layer of sweat on his brow.

He looked and sounded like he’d been running.

When I asked him to please come in my mouth, he gritted, "We're past please. Tell me what you need. Again."

I gripped him in hand to stroke him firmly, base to tip, not saying anything. His hips stuttered for a split second, barely noticeable. But I did notice. I really am in control here.

Two more strokes of my hand had his eyes closing. He murmured a warning, “Nathalia.”

Alright. Mercy, it is. "I need you to come in my mouth. Now."

He sucked in breath through his teeth and said roughly, "Yes, now earn it.

" I used my hands, one on his cock and the other cupping his balls.

My mouth and tongue worked him, speed and intensity increasing until I began to moan from sheer wantonness.

This was dirty, and I loved it. When I could feel him hardening, engorging, even further in my mouth, he said in a breathless whisper, "Tell me you need to taste my cum. "

I didn’t dare stop.

So, I hummed the answer.

He sucked in hard air and let out a hoarse yell that filled me with pride as he began to fill my mouth, spraying the taste of salted caramel to the back of my throat.

He relaxed his fingers in my hair and reached for me as he settled his breathing, and I crawled over to him on the bed without a word. He wrapped his arms around me, murmuring into my hair as puffs of warm breath hit my scalp. He grunted, “Good. That was… good.”

I tucked my face into the crook of his neck to smirk, somehow knowing that good from him now was better than a very good from him previously. "I guess… you can make me beg." I closed my eyes to the sound of his soft laughter. I was relaxed, pressed against his incredible warmth.

I could hear the deep rumble in his chest as he replied, sounding very far away as I drifted off, "We'll be able to move to the next topic now, I think. Let's see what happens when you take charge."