by Liz Meldon
“No. I don’t think I will.”
He stalked the distance between them in a few long strides, scooping his protesting hybrid up and pinning her back against the door. She squealed his name, indignantly, in utter dismay, as his mouth crashed to hers, and he took full advantage of her parted lips, thrusting deep between them. Tentative, nimble fingers scrambled up his arms, their whisper sending the hairs on the back of his neck on end, and she pushed at his shoulders. Not hard, really. They both knew it wasn’t her best effort—her beautiful eyes had even fluttered shut, submitting to the kiss, to the ravishing. Their breath rose in harmony, punctuated by her delectable moans and his growls.
His cock twitched at the way she gasped when he pinched her backside, squeezing her supple cheek through her dress.
She tasted like champagne, yet somehow sweeter. Severus stilled for a moment, her thighs wrapped around his torso, ankles crossed, heels digging into his lower back. He withdrew, relishing the way her mouth chased after him, the way her eyes fluttered back open—only to turn from desperate to indignant in a flash.
After all, she was supposed to be fighting this.
“Did they ply you with champagne?” he rumbled, quirking an eyebrow when she bit her lower lip. Severus chuckled darkly, running his nose the length of her pale throat, straight up to her ear. “Naughty little fairies.”
“Everyone was drinking it,” she told him with a dreamy sigh, her hands resting on his shoulders, fingers splayed wide again. “It was really… yummy.”
His brows shot up. “Yummy?”
“There’s no shame in day-drinking.” She rolled her eyes, grinning. “We’re on vacation.”
“Moira,” he said, pushing her harder against the door, savoring her flicker of panic when he pressed his steadily hardening cock to her heat. “You realize it was likely fae champagne, right? From their home realm?” He ground himself against her now, not missing the way her cheeks flushed darker when he grazed her clit—not hard. Just a taste. Just enough to make her refusal all the more difficult. To add fuel to her fire, he lowered his voice to that husky, gravel-low growl that always got her wet. “I bet it’ll make you taste even more exquisite than you usually do.”
“Severus.” Ha. She’d moaned it. Goodbye, resolve. “My nails.”
“Don’t fret, pet.” He snapped at her lower lip, purposefully just missing it as she squeaked. “We’ll keep them out of the way. By the time I’m through with you, they’ll still be your perfectly done, unchipped coral. You, on the other hand…”
He readjusted his grip, then hauled her over his shoulder as she scream-giggled, swatting at his butt as he marched them back to the bed. Just as she started to protest again, clearly not taking him seriously enough, he tossed her onto the mattress, watching her bounce—wishing she’d bounced naked.
“Arms up,” he ordered, grabbing the hem of her dress and dragging it up her body, not stopping, not caring, if it snagged anywhere. Moira scrambled to comply, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed. Once he got it off, Severus tossed it aside with one hand and undid her bra clasp with the other. She curled forward, as if to hide herself; he caught her chin and forced her back up, smiling at her pout. “Panties off.”
Somehow, his cock managed to stiffen more at the sight of her complying, almost begrudgingly. She shuffled about, leaning back and lifting her hips to slide her cotton panties down her thighs. His tongue swept across his lower lip, eager to taste her, but first things first…
Severus climbed off the bed and marched into the bathroom, wherein he found the bathrobes the resort provided for all their guests—a complimentary his and hers pair in thick, luxurious white material. Severus yanked the belts out of both, and when he returned, he found Moira waiting for him, pretty as a picture, naked, on the bed. He paused, biting back a smile as he watched her examine her nails with a furrowed brow.
Well, enough of that.
Crossing back to the bed in a few long, urgent strides, he snatched her right hand and looped the fabric belt around her wrist.
“Severus, what are you doing?”
He batted his lashes at her, a vision of innocence. “Why, keeping your nails safe, darling.”
Smirking, he wrenched the tie as tight as he dared around her slim wrist, then strode up to the head of the bed. From the corner of his eye, he spied her shuffling along after him, scampering to keep up. The thick bars of the rosewood headboard, which Moira had specified as a requirement for their room when she booked the reservation, had already proved it could withstand their lovemaking. As he knotted the fabric around the top right corner, he tightened it as much as he could, all the while allowing her a touch of give for what he had in mind.
Severus then did the same with her other wrist, climbing over her nudity, fighting the distraction of her bare breasts, her pert pink nipples, and the mound between her thighs. As soon as he had her securely tied to the headboard, just enough length on the belts for her to move as instructed, Severus sat back on his heels at the end of the bed, admiring his work. Facing him, Moira gave each wrist an experimental tug, finding the knots secure—and that she couldn’t touch herself. Anywhere. Severus didn’t intend to offer her that much give. Face pinched, she tried, ever the stubborn thing, and then flopped on her back with a huff.
“Excuse me,” he said sharply, arching a brow when she lifted her head to look at him, “but what do you think you’re doing?”
“I…” She drew her legs together, as if only then realizing that they’d been splayed open, giving him a full view of her already-slick cunt. “I’m surrendering to the ride?”
A shiver raced through him, straight to his now-pulsing erection—which would have to wait, for the time being. As much as her admission had thrilled him, he kept his expression stern as he surveyed her, and then snapped his fingers.
“Up,” he ordered. “You don’t get to just laze about on your back, you mewling minx. Up.”
Cheeks red, she shuffled back up with some difficulty.
“On your knees,” Severus clarified, enjoying the struggle. Huffing, she brought her legs back in, shifting about until she could do as she’d been instructed. He stroked himself through the material of his silk sleep shorts, which he hadn’t bothered to change out of since breakfast this morning. When she cleared her throat pointedly, hair askew and expression mildly concerned, Severus nodded to her knees, which were currently nestled together. “Open your knees—wide as they can go.”
She didn’t comply as instantly as he would have liked, instead taking another moment to test the give of her bindings. The inner demon growled, impatient to touch, to taste, to fuck into sweet oblivion—never mind that they’d done just that last night. When it came to Moira, Severus was insatiable.
The amount of belt he had left allowed her to bend her arms, but not enough so that she could reach anything important. Severus smirked; she wouldn’t exactly need her hands for what he had in mind, anyway. With a stern expression, he pointedly cleared his throat, just as she had done moments earlier, and only then did she do as she was told. Sighing, Moira let her arms fall as she shuffled her knees open, widening her stance.
“Good girl.” Severus crawled down the bed to meet her, eyes fixed to hers—and not on her soaking cunt or her tightly pearled nipples. All very good distractions. All to be dealt with in time. He swooped in, as if to claim her mouth in a savage kiss, only to detour at the last possible second, headed downward instead. Moira moaned in frustration, her skin rippling with little bumps as he kissed, nipped, licked, and bit his way down her body. He bypassed her breasts entirely, skirting down the middle, knowing she wanted him to use his teeth on them. Another frustrated moan, her hips bucking, her knees threatening to close.
Severus put a stop to that immediately; grinning, he shuffled down and rolled onto his back, then scooted beneath her, shoulders forcing her knees open wider. He didn’t stop until he was settled perfectly beneath the most tantalizing sight in the world.
“Severus!
” She tried to wiggle back, to climb off him, but his arms encircled her hips, forcing her to stay put. “What are you doing?”
“Not to worry, darling,” he crooned, licking his lips, mouth watering at the way her cunt dripped for him. “I don’t need to breathe…much.”
Then, before she could get another word in, he lunged up, capturing her sex with his mouth, tongue attacking her swollen clit as she cried out. Moira struggled above him, against him, but he offered no mercy—no halt to his ruthless assault. Hands gripping her ass, he hungrily forced her down against him, eyes closed. He didn’t need to see to know what to do. Severus had memorized every part of her, every inch of delectable flesh. He knew the shape and size of her folds. He knew that she’d come if he jackhammered her clit with his tongue when she was close. And he knew that thrusting deep inside her, tasting her as no one else ever would again, drove her wild.
She fell forward somewhat on top of him; the headboard groaned softly at the strain as she stretched the belts to their limits. The sound of his name whimpered so deliciously had his cock straining against his sleep shorts, the fabric damp with his eagerness. But this wasn’t about him—not yet.
He slapped a cheek hard—hard enough to paint a pink handprint across her skin, hard enough to make her yelp. His tongue swept her folds, speared her heat, tortured her clit. When he felt her starting to tremble and quake, the heat of her body surging, he slipped back to focus solely on her little nub, her hips bucking in response, her squeals a symphony he could listen to every hour of every day.
Knowing she was close, feeling it in the way she shook, in the way he had come to know her body, Severus snapped one arm around her waist. He forced her forward more, fully aware that she would have to straighten her arms completely to accommodate. Moira whimpered, body draped over his, her thighs quivering, her cunt weeping. As he paused for a brief breath, Severus used his now-free hand to finally pluck at those nipples, nipples that had begged for his attention the second he had her undressed.
“Severus!”
Well, that was an admonishment if he’d ever heard one. Smirking, he latched onto her clit again, sucking at it hard before tormenting it with feathery caresses. Her body jerked with each flick of his tongue, and he could only imagine the white-hot bolts of pleasure shooting through her—so exquisite, yet also not what she wanted, needed.
Not what Severus could truly give her.
He drew it out a little longer, gently lapping at her clit as he relentlessly plucked at her nipples. Back and forth. One, then the other. Pinched, squeezed, flicked, kneaded. He expected to find the twin mounds as pink and tortured as the handprint he’d left on her ass. Moira yelped and whimpered, grunted at the effort of fighting her constraints. She would want him to stop, to leave her poor nipples be, but Severus had always wanted to teach her that a little bit of pain made pleasure all the more sweet.
When her noises finally turned breathy, her hips grinding against his mouth as though they had a mind of their own, Severus attacked her clit with vigor. He grasped both breasts in the one hand, the arm around her waist tightening as he pushed, pushed, pushed her over the edge. She came with a sob, one he dragged out as he lapped relentlessly at her, milking every last ounce of pleasure until she sucked in a gasp and straightened. Her back curved against his unyielding grasp, but Severus complied, not wanting to tire her out before the real fun began.
Still, without her hands to steady herself, Moira needed a little assistance in clambering off him, her body limp—spent. Severus’s chest swelled with pride; here was a woman who had never experienced a single climax in her entire life until she met him. And now, he could make her come in minutes. Minutes.
He planned to make her come again before they were through.
With her delicious cunt off his face, he could finally draw a real breath—finally open his eyes. As he suspected, her skin had adopted a faint flush from head to toe, a sheen of sweat broken out across her forehead. Her wild hair stuck out this way and that, and the colouring on her cheeks only darkened when their eyes met.
Once he had her settled, Severus sat up and wiped at his face, at the smears of arousal she had left there. However, when he faced her, she had already started to ease down onto her back, catching her breath, her eyes closed.
“No.” Her eyes snapped open at the sharpness in his voice, and the inner demon rumbled contently—he enjoyed just a twinge of fear in her too. Severus crawled forward, then scooped her up, light as anything, and dragged her to the head of the bed. He arranged her on top of the blankets and pillow, pushed her up against the headboard, ensuring that she was high enough for what he had in mind. “Sit up straight, darling. Think of your posture.”
Her eyes narrowed as she rolled her shoulders back, elongating her torso. Severus grinned.
“Good girl.”
Lips slightly parted, Moira leaned in for a biting sort of kiss—Severus knew her habits. She might submit to his dark whims in the bedroom, but his little hybrid could give as good as she got when the opportunity presented itself. A twinge of pain pulsed in his shoulder at the memory of her first bite, a wound that had never entirely healed. He hoped it never would.
Smiling indulgently, he moved forward, as if to meet her, but then shot out of reach at the last possible moment. Severus stood with only some difficulty on the squishy mattress, pushing his black silk shorts down as he went. His cock sprang free right in front of her shocked face, and he nudged the head against her slightly parted lips. Steadying himself with a crooked arm on the wall, he peered down at her with black eyes, mouth twisted into something dangerous.
“Open.”
Her tongue swept across her lower lip, her blue-eyed stare soaring up to him before she complied. Threading his hand into her white mane, Severus thrust between her sumptuous pink lips with a groan. Pleasure shuddered up his body as her hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock. He pushed in deep, until she gagged, her eyes watering ever so sweetly as she continued to gaze up at him, her bound hands almost within reach of her body. Almost. He had measured everything out so well.
It took all he had not to burst right then. His balls tightened, his body tensed, and Severus forced himself to take a few deep breaths, cock still buried in her mouth, before he dared move.
Inhaling deeply, he withdrew so that just the tip remained in her heat, and he groaned when her tongue swirled around it. Moira was rather good with her tongue. She had pleasured him orally before, but not before this trip. Severus had always been so focused on her pleasure that he was willing to take what he could get for himself when he eventually ravished her body. However, on their third night here, six bottles of wine split between them, she had dropped to her knees and proven just how talented she was with that damn tongue as Severus sat back on the deck chair, watching Grey Falls through the trees, and tried not to spill himself too quickly.
While Moira had been all too happy to do it again and again, seeming to get a thrill out of pleasing him, Severus had wanted to fuck her mouth from the first moment they’d met. That exquisite mouth, helmed by pale pink lips and controlled by a tongue able to inflict his ruin and his salvation in equal measure, had been the final unknown. Another land to conquer, to plant his flag in.
And Severus wasn’t going to waste a single second of it. He thrust in and out, slow at first, waiting for her to adjust, searching for her limit. In time, she stopped gagging. He stopped pushing quite as deep as he wanted, content with what she could take—but they would have to work on that for the future.
He groaned, self-control wavering at the thought of lessons—of helping her push beyond her limits to something deeper, darker. Severus had her trust. He would give her the world.
When she became accustomed to him, his pace quickened. With both hands deep in her hair, his forehead resting against the wall, he held her head still and fucked her mouth. Teeth gritted, there was no stopping his groans, his growls, his harsh exhales. Every moan she uttered vibrated through his cock, and he for
ced himself to watch her, to drink her all in; the glassy eyes, the spit spilling over her lower lip, the flush of her cheeks, the undoubtedly painful tightness of her nipples.
Moira truly was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
He fucked her until he feared he might hurt her, might lose himself in the ecstasy of her mouth. So, while it pained him, Severus pulled his cock out—slowly, of course, relishing the sight of each inch sliding between her lips, the unshed tears clinging to her white lashes. When he was out, he ducked down and grabbed her ankles, dragging her down the length of the bed along with him, until her arms were stretched fully—until she was utterly helpless at his disposal.
Sitting back on his heels, Severus stroked himself, fist pumping up and down his slick shaft, watching as she tried to catch her breath. Ever the vision, his beautiful Moira. With a grin, he parted her legs and, without pomp or ceremony, plunged into her. Her back arched as he filled her, meeting no resistance. She squeaked when their bodies bumped together, and then flushed brighter when Severus gathered her splayed legs and pulled them upright, straight in the air. He then brought them together, tightening her cunt around him, forcing another moan out of her as she fought her restraints. Those nipples—he would have loved to keep her like this to torment them again, just a few sharp tweaks. Unable to touch him. Unable to move her hips as she liked.
It would be far too tortuous.
So, Severus conceded. He moved. With both of her legs bent over his left shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pounded into her. No warning. No teasing. He just took her, fucked her, as he knew she liked—as he knew she needed, whether she would admit to it or not. His teeth gritted at the sight of her eyes widening, her mouth falling open in a soundless scream. Her sex rippled around him, dragging him closer to the edge. Her breasts bounced with each savage pump of his hips, and what he would have given to capture one in his mouth while she squealed.
