A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1)(52)

My eyelids fluttered shut. I was so turned on I couldn’t help myself. Damn me, but I wanted more of the sensations he elicited in me. Of his delicious body rubbing against mine. More friction. More heat. More, more…

I rocked my hips. My body tightened up.

He ran his free hand up my side and in, over the hard peak of my breast. He rubbed through my clothing with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure straight down to my sodden core. I groaned, delirious with desire.

“It’s too bad things are as they are,” he murmured, trailing his lips along the outside of mine, holding my wrists firmly, grinding his cock into me. “I’d love to fuck you so hard you beg for mercy.”

“Yes.” I pulled my other leg up, wrapping it around him. My hips jerked frantically into him.

He pushed his hand up under my shirt and ripped at my binding. Fabric tore. It yanked down under my breast. He stroked my flesh with his rough hand.

I didn’t know if it was my animal coming out in me or the desperation to end this terrible ache throbbing in my core, but I went full-tilt filthy.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” I begged. “Destroy my needy cunt with that hard cock.”

He growled and crushed his lips to mine.

The world spun then dropped away entirely. In this moment I didn’t give a shit about our problems and my current prison. That was a chore for tomorrow. Right now, I just needed that big cock pounding the stress and worry out of me. I needed an escape from my life, and his big-dick energy would provide it.

He twisted my nipple between his fingers. The bite of pain made me suck in a breath, but in a moment it turned to sweet, sweet pleasure, and I struggled to get my hands loose so I could feel his perfect body.

“I need you to fuck my wet pussy, Nyfain,” I said huskily. “I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck me,” he said, pain lancing his words. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He gave me a dominant, bruising kiss. I opened my mouth in a moan, and he filled it in a rush, his tongue sweeping through. Oh, holy goddess, he tasted so good. Like liquid smoke and fresh spring mornings. Like the thrill of the hunt.

Lost to sensation, to the feeling of his hands on me and his body trapping mine to the tree, I pumped my hips wildly. He hooked his hand around the back of my knee and pushed his body closer. His cock rubbed hard against me, our clothes in the way. This consuming ache made me desperate.

“You’re supposed to be resisting,” he said against my lips, his breath coming fast now.

“No!” I called as I gyrated, struggling to get closer. “Stop!”

He kissed me again, ragged and desperate, then shoved against me harder and growled into my mouth. His tongue thrust in time with his hips.

“What were you dreaming about earlier?” he asked, pushing my legs away and going for my pants. “The demon made you have an erotic dream. What were you dreaming about?” He yanked the button away and pushed down the zipper. I spread my legs in desperation.

“Let me have my hands,” I begged. “I want to get at your cock.”

“What were you dreaming about?” he insisted.

He shoved one side of my pants down before the other, managing it with one hand.

I struggled to get my hands free. “Let me get at your cock. I want you to force that big dick all the way down my throat, then flip me over and ram it deep into my pussy.”

“I will not fuck you, Finley, no matter how much I want to. I will not be the ruin of you.”

It almost sounded like he was begging me to understand.

“The best I can do is pleasure you,” he said. He dug his hand into my pants and between my thighs.

My mouth dropped open as his fingers traced along my panty line. The world paused as he dipped a finger in. Hungry chills spread across my flesh.

“Yes,” I whispered, widening my legs for him. “I mean…” I raised my voice. “No, please, no. Not yet. Or ever.”

My eyes fluttered as one finger slowly ran along my slick folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. He dipped his finger in before rubbing my wetness against my clit. “I’m going to make you come for me, princess.”

My movements were reduced to little jerks of pleasure as he returned to my pussy and threaded in two fingers.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t think of any other name but mine.”

He kissed me, pushing his tongue inside. His thumb massaged my clit as he started finger-fucking me, hard and fast.

I groaned, gyrating with him, my senses on overload.

“Tell me what you were dreaming about,” he commanded, his power blistering through me. My hard, bared nipple rubbed against his chest. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, his thumb circling my clit.

“You,” I admitted with a cry of pleasure, my body impossibly wound up. His fingers slammed through my wetness. “I was dreaming about you fucking me. I want you to fuck me. So bad. So hard.”

He growled, and his whole arm was moving now with delicious roughness. I spread my legs and arched, giving him as much access as my pants would allow. His thumb massaged. I was right on the edge, just…about…

“Well, my goodness, what is this?” a voice said.

Nyfain’s animal surged aggressively, the feeling like a string yanking on my middle. Fire soaked my already heated body as my animal tried to push up as well. I forced her down lest she get me into trouble, and Nyfain ripped his hand from my pants. He yanked me away from the tree and crushed me to his side possessively.