by Ravyn Wilde
She didn’t hear the others leave. All she saw was Justin, stalking her with a wicked gleam in his bright blue eyes. She felt the ever-present arousal swell and flood her body with awareness and yearning.
“Justin,” she warned, holding up her hands. “I am not about to let you fuck me in this field over the dead remains of the Empousai.”
He laughed, willing to chase her. Catch her. “Have you forgotten so soon that I seem to have become as strong as you, my love?”
Ronnie had warned her about this. He would forever feel the need to dominate and control her. Well. She had a few tricks up her sleeve.
She shot into the air and headed back to his house. They had decided to turn the little Victorian into a love nest of sorts. It would be somewhere to spend time away from the ever-present ears and eyes of her bookends when the two of them got rowdy. It would work until she talked to him about her idea of a new place with plenty of room for them all.
And boy had she planned rowdy. She just needed to maneuver him into place.
She landed in the back yard and quickly ran through the door she’d opened mentally, down the hall to race up the stairs and into the bedroom. She laughed as he burst into the room behind her and came to a quick halt.
The bed was part of her surprise. The large antique four-poster came equipped with sturdy posts. You had to climb up three stairs to get onto the huge sybaritic dream of a mattress. And she’d added thick, red silk cords around each strong beam.
She used his astonishment to her advantage and flicked her wrist. The swift motion of her hand stripped him and sent him flying to land sprawled on his back. Another quick flick and his arms and legs were bound tight.
“Oh, yeah,” she purred. “You’re mine now.”
As she walked toward him, candles blazed to life, casting flickering shadows over her pale skin as her clothes melted away with a thought. She froze in total erotic appreciation of the sight before her. Justin lay on the bed with his muscled arms and legs flung wide, his thick cock hard and springing from the dark blond curls.
“Maria,” Justin growled low in his throat as he tugged against his bonds.
“Ummm,” she hummed, as she climbed up on the bed and crawled up his body. “Yes, my love? You were saying something about your impressive strength?” She moved over him and settled her ass on his stomach, smoothing her hands up his muscle-bound chest and over his bulging biceps.
“I can see what you mean,” she murmured against his skin as she used her tongue to trace those muscles. “Very impressive.”
She could feel Justin pull and struggle, trying to break the cords. Well—she smiled in satisfaction as her mouth found his nipple—he could pull all he wanted.
Veronica had sent her an early wedding present, along with a note explaining how she’d been able to get a fae friend of hers to come up with these little wonders. He wouldn’t be able to break the ties, and the bedposts had been reinforced internally with steel bars.
“I’m going to start by licking every inch of this oh-so-impressively strong body,” she whispered. “I may stop once in a while over an especially enticing vein to sink my teeth into you and taste your hot blood.” She sucked his nipple into her mouth and rolled it between her teeth.
She had to keep herself from laughing as he swore at her and strained and pulled against the cords. She made a mental note to hide the ropes as soon as they were finished. They were getting married in a few days, and if Justin got the chance to tie her up, she didn’t think they’d surface in time for her to walk down the isle.
She sat up and ran her hands up his side, delicately stroking the arch of his ribs. His skin felt wonderfully smooth and warm under her fingertips. He shuddered and moaned under her hands. She traced his pecs and followed the intertwining muscles to his massive shoulders, bent to use her tongue to play over the thick bundles of biceps and triceps, the hard knots in his forearms cabled with tendons as they stretched above his head.
She leaned into him, letting her breast brush against his lips. And gasped as he took the invitation and pulled her nipple into the heat of his mouth. Moisture pooled between her thighs and she ground her cunt into the hard plan of his stomach, pulling away from him to slide down and fulfill her earlier promise to lick every inch of his body.
By the time she’d licked and laved her way over his incredible legs and played with his belly, Justin was groaning in earnest. His body thrashed and a fine sheen of sweat covered his skin. She loved the salty-sweet taste of him. And now she could devote her attention to the surging shaft between his legs. His cock was fully erect when she took him in her mouth and suckled him deep.
His hips rocked her up off the bed as he thrust upwards.
“Maria!” he shouted.
She reached under him to grab his firm butt and hold on tight, controlling his force as he pushed into her mouth. She kept her lips and tongue in motion while her fingers traced the contours of his ass, played with his balls and tickled the tightly puckered ring of his anus.
“Marrriiiaaaa,” he cried. “Stop, baby…please. Sit on me. Ride me hard. I want to be buried in your tight heat when I come,” he begged.
She worked her head up and down a few more times in a slow form of torture, considering his pleas. She wanted him. Needed him to fill her. She pulled back and released his heavy erection. She climbed over him to position her entrance over the swollen head of his cock and met his burning gaze.
With her hand she guided him, and opened their link in her mind.
Their mating bond snapped into place. Suddenly Justin was Maria. He felt himself, the width of his own cock pushing through her tight passage. Filling her, pushing against buried nerve endings. He felt the pulsing beat deep in her sex, the fire in her nipples and the ache in her throat.
The echo of her pleasure drove his own need even higher and he pushed it back to her. Showing her how it felt to have her own wet silk walls clasping his cock as she sank down on him.
Maria’s eyes flared in surprise and desperate hunger as she leaned back to grab her ankles and roll her hips hard. She slid up and down his long shaft, and he could see his thick length slip in and out between her thighs in lush, erotic torment. In one quick swoop she fell forward, grinding her hips down as she pulled his head to the side by his hair.
“Yes!” He screamed into the dark room as she plunged her fangs into his neck, gasping at the warm velvet feel of her lips. The burn of pleasure flashed through him and he pumped his ass in frantic counterpoint to her drawing mouth.
The orgasm ripped through them and Maria moved her mouth away to howl her pleasure. She released his bonds with her mind and settled in to fall asleep on his chest.
She never saw the look of satisfaction on Justin’s face as he rolled up the cords and hid them under his pillow.
About the Author
Ravyn Wilde was born in Oregon and has spent several years in New Guinea and Singapore. She is married, has three children and is currently living in Utah. Ravyn is happiest when she has a book in one hand and a drink in the other—preferably sprawled on a beach!
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Inherent Seduction
Luke & Jezebel
Men to Die For anthology
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Zylar’s Moons 1 & 2: Zylan Captive and Selven Refuge anthology
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Let Them Eat Cake
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