Moon-Kissed (Within the Darkness #1) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,62
groaned, rolling my eyes back into my head at the pleasure he induced. I felt something cold against my opening and froze, and then it pushed into my core as he withdrew his fingers.
I shuddered at the feeling of being full, stretched further than I’d been in four years. Torrin worked the rigid object in as his mouth lowered to blow heated breath against the cold tool he used on me. His tongue licked around it, and I gasped through the cloth. He withdrew the item, replacing it with his tongue as I struggled not to come undone at the sensation he created.
Moments before I would have exploded, Torrin moved his mouth away. The firm, flat item slapped against my ass again, and I groaned loudly through the cloth, muffling my noises. His hand rubbed the offended skin, and then the cold object was back against my core, pushing into it as he growled, watching me rocking against it, willingly spreading my legs further apart. Torrin laughed wickedly, withdrawing the rounded tool to replace it with his fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, woman,” he groaned, nipping the flesh he’d kissed. “If you weren’t so fucking hell-bent on holding on to that vow until the last moment, I’d be fucking you until you felt me against your womb. You want that too, don’t you, Alexandria?” he murmured, scissoring his fingers while my body clenched and tightened. “Your body needs release, and so do you,” he whispered thickly, withdrawing his fingers to move from the bed. “I bet you wouldn’t be such a bitch if you were coming for me. I bet you could fit that proverbial stick and my cock up your tight ass at the same time, couldn’t you?” he asked, pushing his thumb against the place in which he was speaking. I tensed, and he chuckled darkly. “Virgin here, huh? You won’t be for long.”
Torrin walked around the bed, smirking at me while I glared at him. Defiance burned in my stare while he bent down, running his fingers over my cheek.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, sitting in front of me. Torrin took me in with dark desire, igniting in his heady stare. “You feel the freedom you have right now?” he asked, and I shook my head. “You’ve never had to let go, have you? You’ve always had control. Right now, you have none. I took it away from you. All you can do is lie there and take what happens and accept it. It frees you from being in control. You look so hot spread out for me. Your sex is soaked from this,” he stated, holding up the hilt of his blade, coated in my arousal all the way down to the guard of the sword, which he gripped in one hand. “Should I leave this here for you? Or should I take it and imagine you fucking it while pretending to be unaffected?”
I swallowed, observing him while I played his words out in my mind. This wasn’t freedom. He tied me to the bed and fucked me with the handle of his sword! He was insane if he thought this offered any freedom at all. In fact, it was the exact opposite of freedom. I wiggled, and Torrin’s eyes grew hooded, his smile tipping up the corners of his generous mouth. He liked it when I struggled, figuring out how helpless I was, realizing that I was truly trapped and at his mercy.
Torrin tilted my chest to the side and slid his hand beneath me to grab my breast, rolling the erect nipple between his fingers as I held his stare. He reclined on the bed in front of me, playing with it as a shit-eating grin spread across his mouth. His eyes studied me while I stared at him with wide, horrified eyes.
“Bloody hell, woman. Let go for a fucking moment and just feel what I’ve offered you,” he urged, noting my eyes only grew wider. Grunting at my response, Torrin stood to pull a knife from his pocket, which sent all my blood rushing to my brain. “Now, tomorrow, there’s a ball. You’ll be provided with an outfit and will be expected to attend while being on your best behavior. Your girls are in the rooms next to you, separated, of course. You are assassins, after all, and we are not new to dealing with your kind. The moon-touched clan has sent many assassins into our lands. You’re not the first female assassin