Page 62 of Night Fall
“I’ll be rough with you,” he murmured as he trailed his lips over her skin. “I have to be rough with you.”
“I can take it,” she whispered. “I won’t break.”
He shifted, tilting his body from hers and sliding his thigh between her legs. His hands went to her ass and he squeezed her tightly, then he ground his thigh against her clit, and she moaned.
“Yes, you will, fagr skjaldmær min. You will take it. You will take everything I give you and you will beg for more. You will break for me.” He licked her neck. “You always break so beautifully for me.”
Her nipples grew so hard that every time they brushed against her shirt it was too much. Electricity and chills raced over each part of her body, setting her aflame. She was so sensitive for him, so turned on, so desperate to have all of him that she knew he was right; she would take him, would do whatever he wanted, would please him in whatever way he needed, as long as he made her come.
He hoisted her higher, forcing her to widen her legs and seat herself fully on his thigh. The pressure made her cry out, as his hand wound into her hair and tugged her head back against the wall. His eyes were so dilated, the irises nearly fully black, and when he inhaled, she knew he could smell her desire.
“Is that for me?” he growled.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips grinding against him of their own accord, chasing her release.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her temple, kissing the spot, and she moaned at his praise. “That’s my good, precious girl. Always so happy to please me.”
“Yes,” she cried as he pushed against her harder. She squeezed his biceps and together they fell into a rhythm that was theirs, would forever be only theirs, and he took her higher and higher.
“I can feel it,” he growled into her ear, tracing the lobe with his tongue, sending goosebumps all the way down to her toes. “I can feel how wet your pretty little cunt is for me.”
She groaned, embarrassed at how true his words were and how they made her even wetter. Mya turned her head away from him even as she continued to grind against his thigh, the movement as necessary to her as breathing.
“I can hear it,” he groaned. “It’s like music to my ears. But you know what I want, fagr skjaldmær min, so give it to me.” He licked the pulse of her neck. “Give me your cries. Sing for me, my beautiful queen.”
His teeth slipped into her neck, and she cried out in pleasure. She ripped at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, to press her nails into his back as she continued to buck against him. He moaned at the taste of her, at her noises, her cries, and then her head tilted back against the wall and she came for him. She broke apart for him, just as he had sworn she would.
Mya clung to Erik through her orgasm, but he kept drinking from her, kept pressing against her, and soon he began to work her to another one. He kissed her, the taste of her blood still on his lips as he bit, licked, and sucked her mouth. She slid her hands down to his belt and managed to undo the clasp before he ripped it out of the loops and wrapped it around her wrists. Then he tore at her clothes, ripping them until they were nothing but shreds that fell to the floor.
He pinned her hands above her head and tied the belt around her wrists, his eyes roaming over her body.
“Erik?” she panted.
“I’m well aware that you can get out of this. Don’t, and I won’t punish you.” He said, then he lifted her, sliding her body up the wall while he trailed hot kisses over her skin. He licked and nibbled her collarbone, slid down to her breasts and sucked at one while he toyed with the other.
She arched her back, offering every inch of herself to him, and he smiled, sucking her harder. Mya wrapped her bound hands in his hair, holding his head to her chest as his hand slid over her stomach and down. After coating a finger in her wetness, Erik began to rub her clit in circles that had her undulating against him, her body begging for his touch, begging for him to use her however he wanted.
He pulled away from her nipple and slid his hand down to her thighs. He spread her open, then lifted her legs over his shoulders. She gasped. She was five-foot seven-inches tall, and Erik was a foot taller than her. At this height, she could touch the ceiling.
“Erik?” she said, her voice husky and breathless.
He stared up to her, his head between her thighs, face so close to her pussy that every breath he exhaled gave her chills. “I’ve wanted to taste this for so long. I’ve dreamed about it.”
She blushed. “Erik, you don’t—”
He smacked her clit, and the sudden flash of pain and pleasure making her whimper and buck against his hand for more. “You won’t deny me this, Mya. I need it, just like I need you. I need to know what you like, how you like it, how you taste, how you move when I kiss you here”—he ran his thumb over her clit—“or here”—he slid his thumb down, spreading her pussy lips—“or even here,” he said, sliding his thumb over her asshole and making her breath hitch and her eyes widen. “I need to know every piece of you, and by the end of tonight there won’t be a place I haven’t touched, licked, or sucked.”
Then he spread her folds, and she watched helplessly as he licked her pussy. The cry that left her lips was loud, and she was dripping with unabashed need, but it was the pleasure on his face that did her in, the way he closed his eyes and moaned at the taste of her.
“My own ambrosia, the sweetest nectar of the gods.”
“Erik,” she moaned his name as he gave her a long, deep, slow lick, making her body quiver.
“You are my goddess, Mya. I prayed for you. I pray to you, and now I will worship you until we are both sated.” His eyes burned bright, silver glowing with red. “Don’t deny me, my goddess. Show me what you like, and when I get it right, reward me with your cream.”
He ate her. He devoured her. He sucked, and nibbled, and licked her in every way possible until her back arched, her hips bucked, and she rode his tongue while her thighs shook. She came all over his face, and then he did it again, and again, and again. He sucked her clit until her eyes rolled back into her head. Then he slapped her pussy, slid three fingers inside of her, and curled them to reach a spot that had her screaming his name once more.
He bit her thigh while he pumped his fingers, rubbing her clit with his thumb until she felt an odd sensation, something new. She both chased it and ran away from it, grabbing Erik’s hair and tugging him against her one moment, then trying to push him away the next. Before she could stop herself, she came so hard she squirted all over his hand.
