A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,40

pushing for more and pulling away from the abundance of it all. It's almost too much. Yet, I know that the tenderness is just a ploy. He's buttering me up so I can fall even harder.

As his fingers reach the hilt, he curls them and suddenly my back arches off the bed, my eyes wide open and my mouth dropping in a silent cry of need.

"That's it, Princess, feel that secret spot? I can hit that… Every. Single. Time. I can make you feel like you're going to fly and crash all at the same time. I will take you to the edge and bring you back without even breaking a sweat."

I know he can.

That simple caress to the deepest part of me is almost bringing tears to my eyes.

My pussy is so wet, I can hear every movement from his fingers and his palm as he rubs against my sensitive skin.

My fingers are gripping the wood, aching from the effort all the while I'm almost desperate to rip the rope off and just rub my clit until I come completely undone.

But I won't. Because he won't let me.

It's a beautiful kind of torture.

Then his fingers are gone, replaced instantly by his hot tongue and soft lips. Licking one side then another, the top then the bottom. Twisting this way and that.

I'm writhing under his touch, my conflicting emotions at war, my need to come and my desire to follow his commands.

"Don't do it, Remy. Do. Not. Come."

My hips shoot off the bed, seeking out any kind of reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure his mouth is bestowing upon me.

"Roman." I'm out of breath, my thoughts one continuous stream of, "please, please, please," but nothing comes out.

Roman slows down then stops all together, his eyes fixated on my face until I feel his stare and look right back at him.

Blinking away my haze of need, I try to yell at him to get back to what he was doing but my muscles are too tired from fighting away the orgasm.

The worst part is that I know for a fact that he's just getting started. He’s barely touched my clit for more than two seconds.

"What do you need, Princess?"

"Come."

"No."

That's all he says before he winks, throws me a smirk and then kisses my pussy like he's been deprived of me for far longer than he’d ever want.

My hips are simultaneously fighting him off and pushing for more contact. More tongue, more teeth, more sucking. And then, his fingers that were once inside my pussy, are pushing inside my ass, breaching the tightness of my muscles and owning me completely.

"Oh fates, please, please." One of my wrists comes free from the velvety contraption and without even thinking about the consequences, it flies to my clit, having a split-second moment to rub my engorged nub before Roman tsks like an annoyed professor and slaps it away.

"Touch yourself again and I stop everything."

I can't be sure he's bluffing. I mean, I know for a fact he gets off on fucking my pussy with his mouth but then he also gets off on making me wait for it. Beg for it, even.

And I will.

Bringing my hand back to the headboard, I pretend to be a good girl and let him do his damage.

But when his tongue plunges inside me and his thumb starts light circles around my clit, I truly believe I'm about to explode and become one with utter nothingness.

I'm going to come.

It's inevitable.

I can’t control this and it's going to be amazing. I can see the stars, the universe flying towards me at the speed of light, my nerve endings lighting up at the tip of my toes and my pussy pulsing with the rhythm of his tongue.

There it is…

And then it all stops.

The stars, the universe, the tingling.

Gone. All I have left is the contractions of my muscles seeking out something to hold on to as my juices flow freely from my opening.

"I told you not to come, Princess. You almost did."

"You're evil."

"You love it." I do. I can't deny it and really, I don't want to.

My breaths are coming in sporadically and I can faintly register the sound of fabric flying across the room.

When I open my eyes, Roman is completely naked except for a smirk firmly planted on the side of his mouth.

"I promise I'll be a good girl, Roman. Please. Please, please, please, let me come."

He closes his eyes as though absorbing the sound of my pleas, feeding from