Page 31 of Thorns of Deceit

She needed me, and in a twisted way, I needed her too.

I pressed myself into her and shoved her against the wall, looping her wrists together in one hand and lifting them over her head. Her breasts brushed against my pecs and we both shuddered at the intimate touch.

I ducked my head to press a kiss to her mouth, her wrists still cuffed. She moaned and I swallowed the sound, thrusting my tongue against hers. She tasted like mint and something uniquely her, and the combination drove me mad with desire.

At the back of my mind, I knew I should be gentle with her, but my control had been fraying for days, and this was the final push.

I bit her bottom lip, tugging it back until I knew it had to sting. Her moan of relief shuddered through me, and I growled, “Spread your legs.”

She immediately obeyed, and my dick throbbed in response. I slipped my free hand between her thighs, finding her dripping wet.

I pressed my forehead to hers and ground out, “What the fuck are you doing to me, Raven?”

“Same thing you’re doing to me,” she rasped, then bit my lip in return. She kissed me deeply but also clumsily, and somehow it was fucking perfect. I kissed her, memorizing every hitch of her breath, every brush of her tongue, every moan.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, wife?” I breathed into her mouth.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

“Your pussy is begging for pleasure,” I gritted out. “But I want to hear your words.”

She arched her back as she watched me through half-lidded, catlike eyes. “Please touch me, Aiden.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” she panted. “My pussy. My breasts. Just… everywhere.”

I pressed one last kiss to her lips, then pulled her camisole down and exposed her tits. I dipped my head to catch one of her nipples between my teeth and bit down. Hard.

She let out a loud moan, and the sound was music to my ears.

I laved at the tip with my tongue, swirling it around the sensitive bud until she whimpered. Her pelvis twitched and she moved to grind against my hand as though she were fucking it.

Nipping her rosy peak one more time, I kissed my way across her chest, pausing to press my face between her gorgeous tits.

I sucked and kissed and licked, leaving teeth marks on her flesh, and then let her wrists go, sliding a finger through her wet entrance. I felt her shiver as though it were my own.

“Oh… my… God. It feels so good,” she mewled, bracing herself against my bare shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

I peered up at her, soaking up her blissful expression. There was something so fucking sexy about watching her focus on her own pleasure.

I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, thrusting two fingers into her. She was so tight, so small, and so fucking mine.

I scissored my fingers carefully, loving the snug fit.

“This pussy will always be mine, won’t it?” I demanded.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered, her eyes flaring. Did she suspect that I was growing more possessive with every touch we shared? “A-always.”

Satisfied, I dropped to my knees, dragging her skimpy shorts down her creamy legs. The first glimpse of her cunt almost sent me to an early fucking grave. I wanted to bury my dick inside that beautiful, swollen pussy so badly I nearly sulked.

But this was for her, not me. So I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic bone, then moved down to drag my tongue around her clit.

“Fuuuck,” she moaned, arching her pelvis to press her pussy into my face. I continued to circle my tongue over her clit, inhaling her sweet scent. Her hand flew to my hair, her fingers gripping it while she ground against my mouth, chasing her orgasm.

I peered up at her, watching her beautiful face while she rode my face without any reservation.

“Ahhh, Aiden,” she rasped, our eyes locking.