A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,39
the truth.
Although…
No. They wouldn't dare.
Would they?
Another sting on my other thigh and I can feel my juices building, the muscles in my pussy contracting, yearning for something to hold and squeeze.
"Why did you bite me, again? I didn't even back talk you?"
"You were distracted thinking of them. Just thought I'd bring you back to the present."
Suddenly he's up and walking to the ceiling to floor drapes making me wonder if he's completely lost his mind.
"Hello? I'm spread wide open, Roman. Have you lost interest?" I know he hasn't. Roman is single minded in his desire for me which means he's got an idea, and I'm probably screwed.
Literally.
"Don't worry, Princess. I couldn't forget you even if I wanted to and forgetting you is never an option."
Turning my head to follow his movements, I watch as he unties the rope holding the drapes back and pulls on the material, presumably to test its sturdiness, and he grunts his approval.
Blinking back my confusion, I follow his movements to the other pulled back drape and watch as he repeats his actions.
Untie.
Pull.
Grunt.
It's only when he's at my side, wrapping the velvety rope around my wrist that I associate the kink to his idea.
Not only is he going to make me work for my orgasm, he's making sure I don't get the job done myself.
"Don't you trust me, Roman?"
"With my life, Princess. Except when it comes to coming all over my face. You tend to disobey and I'm not having that tonight."
Fates, I love this man.
Once he's finished tying me to the somewhat unbreakable headboard, he bends and drops me a kiss that promises pain and pleasure and everything in between.
With my arms crossed above my head, the plush pillow nestling my head comfortably, I follow him with my gaze until he's back at the foot and staring hungrily at my spread thighs.
"Like what you see?"
"Oh, Princess, you have no idea."
Pulling his black tee over his head, leaving his hair in full-blown disarray, he stands there clothed only from the hips down, the delicious V at his hips inviting me to lick all the way down to what I truly desire.
"Like what you see?" he throws my words back at me, a devilish smirk adorning his lips.
"You have no idea," I wink and spread my legs just a bit wider, enough to pry a groan from him.
Kneeling on the bed, Roman places both of his middle fingers on each of my ankles, right above the inside bones, and then proceeds to glide up my calves with a feather touch until he reaches my bent knees. His eyes dart from one leg to the other but then focuses on my pussy. I grow wetter by the second, with every touch, every look, and every breath he takes.
"I'm going to eat your pussy, Remy. In fact…" he pauses, his fingers tortuously sliding up my thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake, "I'm going to push my tongue inside you and lick you until you can't take it anymore."
He pauses again, and I can’t help but whimper as his hands tease me.
"And just when you're going to come all over my face, I'm going to stop."
His fingers halt abruptly as though following the course of his words. Torturing me with his dirty mouth.
"I want you panting. Screaming at me. I want to hear your need in every threat you throw at me."
He knows me so well.
"I would gag you but…" His fingers resume their slow pace up to the crease between thigh and crotch and just as he grazes my lower lip, he finishes his thought, "hearing you beg is almost, almost, the best part."
"That's… quite the visual." I'm panting already, practically feeling the heat of his tongue pushing inside me. I want to lean up and watch him as he opens my pussy and licks his lips as he stares at me open and vulnerable.
I can only guess at what he's thinking but I'm sure it's something at the corners of Dirty Street and Filthy Avenue.
As I'm imagining all of the crazy ways he's going to make me beg to come, I feel lips on me. They're soft and barely touching me. A feather-like caress across my clit and down my slit.
Then it's his breath.
A tender gust blowing from bottom to top leaving me trembling between hot and cold.
I'm so focused on the sensations that I cry out as his two fingers slowly slide inside me, turning and twisting the further they go.