Page 113 of The Order of the Bitter Hunt

I nod, my legs squeezing together, desperate for more friction.

He pries my legs apart and chuckles darkly. “Can I bind your wrists, then?” He wets his lips. “I think that would help.”

It’s somewhere between dirty talk and asking for consent—which makes it even hotter.

“Yes.” I nod adamantly, putting my wrists above my head for him.

“Are you sure?” His voice softens, and he leans in to press a kiss to my lips. “Let me know if you change your mind. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“I’m sure,” I breathe. “Please. I want this.”

“Of course you do.” He wraps the belt around my wrists, buckling it in place. “I knew you would give in to me in the end. So pretty… so soft…”

His touch moves down the curves of my body. He clutches my hips roughly and moves his hands down to my thigh. He spreads them, keeping them open with powerful hands as he settles between my legs. His thick shaft brushes against my clit, and I let out a soft moan, my back arching beneath him.

It’s teasing when he finally touches me, rubbing his thumb against my clit in gentle motions. I whimper, my hips jerking, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

He can’t hold back any longer. I can feel it, his desperation coming to a harsh end as he sinks into me, giving me everything he has. A groan comes from the back of his throat, rumbling and long—more like a growl. It is as if I’m awakening the demon in him.

My lips part, harsh breaths falling, our eyes meeting. Our words fade to make room for the sounds of pleasure. He pulls out slowly, and I moan as he thrusts harshly. It’s different from last time. Rather than desire, affection mixes in, and he takes me slowly, making sure I feel all of him.

There’s no need to rush, but in the moment of surrender, it’s painstakingly slow. He leans down to kiss me softly, and my thighs wrap around him, urging each motion until he spills his seed.

He wasn’t lyingabout the shower. Once we catch our breath, he swoops me up and carries me to the bathroom, his wings wrapping around me protectively.

I spent so much time thinking we’re incompatible, but in the shower? Jun and I are a perfect match. We both like it scalding hot, and—well, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

We step into the water, and his mouth is already chasing mine. He kisses me softly, and then harder, and then deep, and… well, neither of us needs to come up for air. This could be dangerous. He presses me to the cool wall, and I feel duality—the ice of the linoleum to the fire of his body.

My nails scrape down his chest, and he grunts as my fingers wrap around his length.

“You’re getting hard again,” I murmur, teasing.

“You’re driving me crazy again.”

“That’s not my intention.” I turn away, looking for body wash. “I’m trying to take a shower, Jun-seong. Get over yourself.”

He chuckles and reaches around me, grabbing the soap for himself—I would complain about his stinginess, but he squirts it on a clean cloth and rubs it over my back, and this is heaven. He scrubs my skin all over, from head to toe.

When he sets the cloth aside, his hand moves between my legs, gently washing me with water. I turn my head to look at him, my lips parted as his fingers brush over my clit.

Is this what it means to have a mate? To have someone I can’t stay away from? I’ve been in relationships with healthy sex lives before, but this is different. I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t get enough, and he can’t either. His fingers sink into my core. I hold on to the wall as his other hand moves around, his firm fingers brushing against my clit.

“You’re so good for me.” He pulls me in until my back is flush against his chest. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”

I whimper, nodding, letting my head press to his chest.

He’s hard behind me, but he pays his cock no mind, his fingers circling my clit in rhythmic motions. “You have theprettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Best I’ve ever tasted. Watching you come is enough to make me come. Fuck. Look at you. Just like that. Let go, princess.”

The grunted words push me to the edge, and I know, as I lean against him, he won’t let me fall. I stay there as I collect myself, my ears ringing and eyes closed.

His fingers slip out of me, arms wrapping around my waist to hold me upright. “Are you okay?”

I turn in his arms. “I’m better than okay.”

In a fluid motion, I drop to my knees.