Sound of Madness A Dark Royal Romance - Maria Luis Page 0,73

against the window, his body a shield behind me, these same words tripping off my tongue in a bold attempt to catch him off guard. He remembered everything that I whispered in the dark, and now . . . Oh, my God. And now—

“You have me on my knees, Rowena.” I suck in my stomach when I feel his calloused palm graze the inside of my knee. “A man brought down,” he adds, sliding his hand up, up, up, until it’s snug between the apex of my thighs and cupping my core. “A man fully prepared to do the wrong thing and enjoy every fucking second of it.”

“Damien—”

“Tell me what you want.”

I’m crumbling, unraveling, the fragile mosaic of my reconstructed being coming apart at the seams. This is not . . . this is so much more than I could have ever thought possible. But when I try to speak, only another moan comes.

“Beg for me.”

At the roughened command, I tumble headfirst into the darkness. “A kiss,” I utter, my voice sounding thoroughly strangled. “Please, Damien. I want . . . a kiss.”

His hand turns sideways, shoving my legs apart at the same time that he tears my pajamas down to my ankles. “Where.”

There’s no hope in surviving this, no hope for much of anything besides praying that I’ll still be left standing when he’s had his fill of me. He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation. I turn my head, just enough to pretend that I can see him there on his knees, as he promised, and give him what he’s demanded of me on a breathy whimper: “My cunt.”

He purrs, this guttural, masculine sound that bloody well kills me.

And then I’m being forced to lean over the altar, arms splayed, wrists bound like the sacrifice that he’s made of me. He crooks a finger under the seam of my knickers and yanks the cotton to the side, baring me completely to his gaze. I feel the heat of him, the warmth of him, and then his tongue. Oh, God, his tongue.

There, at the hood my sex.

Noise shatters the room, and it’s only when I claw my fingers over cool marble that it registers that the broken sobs belong to me. My head falls forward, hanging between my hunched shoulders. Fuck, fuck. I’m mewling, circling my hips against his face, unable to stop when the sensation of him is so completely blasphemous.

So utterly unholy.

Firmly gripping the outside of my thigh, Damien angles my hips to thrust my arse out. He nips my right cheek, his teeth offering a sharp, unexpected bite of pain against sensitive, untested flesh. Then the blade of his nose nudges my core. His tongue flicks my clit, over and over, alternating between tiny swirls that bring me up onto my toes and flat, barely-there licks that drop me back onto my heels like an addict whose only thought is give me more.

Uninhibited, I bend my knees and follow the retreat of his mouth.

He doesn’t let me.

With an audible crack! Damien claps a hand down on my arse then smooths the sting away with a circle of his palm. My knees tremble before turning weak when he gives the cheek a second smack. Heat spears my core and I let out a sharp cry.

I’m going to fall. I’m going to fall right now, and it’ll all be over before—

My elbows skid across marble as he forces me back upright.

Ruthless. Merciless. A man who demands that I take it all—and submit.

Like a pagan god intent on enjoying his offering, Damien drags his knuckles over my slit. A delicious, long stroke followed by the tease of his fingertips at my entrance. Never slipping inside, only ever tracing. Back and forth, back and forth, gathering wetness that he uses to slicken my clit on every other pass.

It’s deliberate, exquisite torture.

Then he sucks on my clit and the rhythmic pressure is like liquid heat in my veins.

My forehead unceremoniously hits the altar.

“I can’t,” I whimper, panting hard. “Damien, I’ve never—”

Come.

I’ve never come, never orgasmed. Not in all those years, so long ago, and not in all the years since. My body was a weapon used against others until it became a weapon that I no longer wanted to wield, even for myself. No touch could rid me of the grit, no embrace was hot enough to eviscerate the memory of what came before. I lived in skin that I couldn’t remove, was stuck with a past that I