Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(105)
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “All spread out for me like a feast, your ripe little * throbbing around my fingers, your cunt honey flowing across my tongue. I love the way you look right now, Gwendolyn—so wild and wanton and open.”
“Laish…” I was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to push his head back down between my legs and ride his face until I came. Then I cringed at my own shamelessness. Was this me, acting like a wild woman? Was this the good little girl who was never going to give herself to anyone until she found the right man, all spread open and letting a demon go down on her?
“Don’t do that.” Laish seemed to understand what was running through my head—or maybe he could just read my expressions exceptionally well.
“Don’t what?” I asked.
“Don’t second guess yourself. Don’t feel guilty for your pleasure.” He looked at me earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Gwendolyn. And you’ve been untouched, unloved for far too long. You deserve to feel good for once. You deserve to come.”
His words made me feel a little better, a little more relaxed about what was happening between us. It was true—I’d held myself back from everything that had to do with sex and sexual pleasure for more years than I cared to count. And since we had to pay the Sin Tax anyway, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Why shouldn’t I let Laish make me come?
“That’s right, mon ange,” he murmured, stroking my thighs. “Let yourself relax. Be open to the pleasure as you are open to my tongue and fingers.”
Leaning down, he sucked my clit into his mouth and began to circle it carefully, stroking along the sensitive sides with wet, tender heat until I thought I would go insane. At the same time, I could feel his fingers pressing into me, filling me, f*cking me—giving me exactly what I needed even though I couldn’t admit it out loud.
At that moment something caught my attention—a swirl of color at the corner of my eye. I turned my head without thinking and found myself caught in the mirror again.
But this time instead of showing me loved ones or monsters or inexplicable things I couldn’t understand, it simply showed me and Laish. I saw myself on my hands and knees with Laish behind me. His hands were on my hips and his thick cock was thrust to the hilt in my open *. I was moaning and somehow I knew we were both close to coming.
As I watched, the Laish in the mirror drew out until only the head of his cock remained inside me, his thick shaft shiny with my juices. And my image in the mirror begged him to thrust in again. To fill me with his cum and make me his completely—to take me in the most final and irrevocable way possible.
I should have been horrified by the sight. It was the loss of my innocence—the loss of half my power and all my self-respect. Yet I couldn’t look away and as the real Laish continued to tease my clit with his tongue and thrust into me with his fingers, I felt a surge of pure lust and my pleasure intensified, purshing me higher and higher, threatening to make me come even when I knew I should not.
I tried to stop but I couldn’t. Watching the illicit images and feeling Laish’s hands and mouth on me pushed me over the brink. With a low wail, I clamped my thighs tight around his head and arched my back as my orgasm took me. But as the wave of pleasure crashed down around me and I felt the familiar ripple in the air which meant the Sin Tax had been paid, a single thought echoed in my head.
No, never—I can never let him do that. No matter how much I want it, no matter how good it would feel, I can’t. I can’t!
Chapter Twenty-eight
Laish
Gwendolyn slept late the next day—I couldn’t bear to wake her. I lay there in bed watching my little witch, drinking in the sight of her lovely face relaxed in repose. I didn’t know if I would ever get to hold her and watch her this way again—in fact, I very much doubted it. I didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight for we would be at the barrier between the sixth and seventh circles of Hell—between the Sunless Sea and the Abyss. And once we reached that critical juncture there were things that had to be done—things I abhorred.
Things that would make Gwendolyn hate me forever.
I stroked a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. I didn’t want to betray her but I had no choice. The matter of the Mirror of the Eye last night had made some things very clear to me. One was that I cared more deeply for Gwendolyn than I had ever cared for anyone before. You might even say that I loved her if I was capable of such an emotion.
The second thing that had been made clear to me was that Gwendolyn did not feel the same for me. Oh, she might care for me and trust me—at least more than she had to begin with. But she did not love me or count me among those who were most dear to her. If she had, the mirror would have showed her my face and it hadn’t.
My heart ached with the knowledge that I wasn’t as dear to her as she was to me but I couldn’t blame her. She was trying to hold herself apart—to keep her innocence and purity. I threatened her closely held virginity and so she felt she had to distance herself from me, to keep me at arm’s length. I would do the same, were our positions reversed—or I would try, at least, I told myself.
If she had cared for me, there might have been another way through to the end of our quest—another way to do what must be done. As it was, I saw only one option and it was not a pretty one. But it had to be done in order to keep my little witch safe.