Scarred(Never After #2)(70)

I raise the candle above her forearm, tilting my hand until the melted wax trickles from where it pools beneath the flame, drizzling onto the perfect cream of her skin.

“Oh,” she gasps. Her mouth parts as she jerks her arm back, but I grab her wrist, bringing it up to my mouth and blowing, watching as it hardens to a cast on her skin.

“Tristan,” she whispers.

“Do you like how it feels?” I ask, running my fingers through the cooling liquid. “I know you do. I bet, if I reached down right now, your perfect little snatch would be crying for me. Begging for something to fill it. Wouldn’t it, filthy girl?”

Moving to the top of her arm now, I repeat the action, the white wax pouring onto her skin as my other hand slips from her collarbone, down the length of her torso, until I’m brushing against soft curls. “Do you know how badly I’ve ached to touch you?”

I lean down, no longer able to resist the urge to have her taste in my mouth, and lave kisses along the middle of her belly, tilting the candle as I do, pouring a long line of paraffin to trace the places I’ve just marked with my lips.

She moans, her back arching off the bed as her legs clench together, her thighs pressing my hand between them. I force them back apart, my fingers gripping her inner thigh. “Keep them open. I want to see your pretty cunt as it swells and begs me to let it come.”

Her breathing falters, but her body relaxes, and her legs fall open wider than they were before. The sight of her pussy glistening and ripe makes my balls tighten and heat coil around my spine.

She’s surprisingly noncombative in this setting, and it pleases me. My hand slips from her thigh, running over the hardened wax and up to her throat, squeezing until I feel her heartbeat beneath my fingers. “Such a good girl.”

She licks her lips, and I move the candle to her collarbone, watching her reaction as I dribble the hot liquid onto her skin, moving my hand so it creates lines of wax along her chest, over the pink of her nipples, and down the line of her stomach, pooling in her belly button.

I blow out the candle and drop it on the floor. My hand on her neck tightens as I lift her by the throat until our lips graze. “So quiet, little doe. What happened to that smart mouth of yours?”

Her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lips again, and I take the opportunity, sucking it into my mouth and groaning at her taste. I release her neck, and push the blindfold from her face, desperate to have her eyes on me; to know I’m affecting her the same way she is me.

Because she wrecks me. Destroys me from the inside out.

Her eyes are dark, swollen and puffy from her earlier tears, and I step back, enjoying the way her gaze heats my skin as I undo my slacks and step out of them, my cock springing free, hard and angry, drops of cum creating a string of wetness that drips from the tip.

She watches me grip myself and stroke, and I love having her eyes on me. It turns me on, my head falling back from the sensation as I jerk off just for her. Because of her. “Do you see what you’ve done?” I rasp, stepping closer to the end of the bed. “You’ve made me insane.” I move onto the bed, spreading her legs wider as I crawl into the space between them. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t fucking breathe without thinking of you.”

Leaning down until our chests graze, I slap my cock against her swollen cunt, heat spiking through me when I can feel her nerves tense and pulse beneath my shaft.

“Do you deserve to come yet, ma petite menteuse?” I ask, thrusting my hips so my length slides along her soaking folds.

She moans, her breasts pressing into me as she arches.

“I always deserve to come.” She smirks.

My tongue traces along the seam of her lips, and I glance down, watching my dick slip along her pussy, my head engorged and purple as the skin pulls back with every forward thrust.

“I could tease you all night like this.” Rising, my hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider. “It’s a thing of beauty, making you wanton and flushed beneath me.”

“Tristan,” she mewls. “Please.”

“Are you a virgin, Sara?” My movements halt, muscles tensing as pinpricks of pleasure skitter through the tops of my legs and up my abdomen. Another man has touched her. She’s already told me as much. But I can’t imagine she would come to the castle without her purity intact, knowing she was planning to bed the king.

The thought of her with my brother is a serrated knife slicing through my middle, allowing jealousy to pour into the gaping wound like salt.

“Yes,” she whispers.

One word and my edges fray and snap, delirious with the need to be the one who claims her. Unable to bear the thought of it being any other way. My hand squeezes my throbbing cock and I slide it down her wet slit until it’s pressing against her tight little hole. I lean forward again, my chest grazing hers and my mouth skimming against her ear. “And if I were to take you?”

Her legs wrap around my hips, pressing me farther into her. “Then I’m yours for the taking.”

Heat shoots through my core, and my muscles tense with restraint.

I press in, the tip spreading apart her lips until they stretch around me, making my mind crazy with the need to thrust. To pump. To fuck. “And tell me, ma petite menteuse. Do you trust me?”

She hesitates, her eyes flaring with a dark emotion. “No,” she whispers.