Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,32

the opposite, and while I appreciate the gift, now I want to reciprocate.

“You’re still rock-hard,” she says, swallowing my seed and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She licks her lips as if savoring the taste, and a dark hunger strikes me.

“It’s going to take more than sucking my cock to satiate me, damsel. So how about you spread those legs and let me see your pretty cunt?”

Jade

Castien’s eyes are pure silver.

I’ve seen his dark gaze streak with the metallic color before, during times of high emotion or stress, but this is something else completely.

This is desire that wants to conquer, claim, and fuck.

With my heart racing in my chest, I continue to stare up at him, drowning in the energy rolling off his body. It causes mine to simultaneously flush and shiver as though it’s unsure whether to be aroused or apprehensive. When I followed Castien into the bathroom, it was because I’d been struck with a curiosity that would not be denied. I thought I could get a look at him in all his male splendor without him knowing. But then he caught me.

And invited me to join.

I’ve known about his enhanced hearing for a while now, so I can’t lie to myself anymore. The question is, Did I want him to catch me or not? I think the answer is yes, which is why I’m on my knees before him, having worshipped his body like it demands. And I have no regrets. Watching Castien at his breaking point brought about an arousal in me that I’ve never experienced.

Now it needs to be satisfied.

He must see the intention in my gaze because he places his index finger under my chin and applies a minuscule amount of pressure to bring me to my feet, all with a simple touch. Whether I meant to or not, I’ve already submitted to him in that small act. For once, my obedient nature is proving useful, and based on the look on his face, he can’t wait to issue more commands.

He lets his finger trail from my chin down the column of my throat and then between my breasts. His gaze hungrily follows his light caress until it stops just above my clit. My breathing halts as I wait for him to stroke me, but he doesn’t.

“I can smell your cunt.” Castien inhales deep, his nostrils flaring briefly. “And I know you became wet as soon as you saw me with my cock in hand. Because you knew I was thinking of you while I did it. Isn’t that so?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“And you knew that I would see you watching, which leads me to believe you want this from me. Isn’t that also true?” he asks. When I nod again, he smiles at me as though I’ve pleased him. “Then you shall have it. Whatever I have to give, it’s yours. I am yours.”

He kneels before me, and the sense of empowerment that courses through me is intoxicating. To have this male, this virile warrior, submitting to me is unbelievable. I weave my fingers through the wet strands of his long dark hair to reassure myself that he is real and not some figment of my imagination.

More accurately: my every sexual fantasy come to life.

Castien leans forward to brush his lips across my hip bone, and the gentleness of his action wars with the ravenous look in his eyes.

“Press your spine to the wall,” he murmurs against my skin.

Once I do as he instructs, Castien places one hand on my outer thigh while he grips the back of my knee with the other. Slowly he raises my leg until it’s propped on his shoulder, and my sex is completely exposed to him. He kisses my clit, and I suck in a breath, my entire body trembling.

“Such a strong reaction already.” He grins up at me. “Don’t fly away, demoria.”

I nearly lose my mind when he snakes out his tongue to lick my bud, his brilliant gaze locked onto mine. Wicked male. He does it again and again, each flick more tortuous than the last, making my breath hitch each time. My panting seems loud despite the water spraying onto Castien’s back and disappearing into the drain. As he sucks and nibbles my clit, those background noises fade away only to be replaced with my moans.

But I don’t care. The things he’s doing to me are sublime.

He is relentless in giving me pleasure, and soon I’m spiraling. I