Page 53 of A Reckless Indulgence

Her breath comes faster now, fingers flexing at the promise. She’s done denying herself; she wants the stinging pain in her hand, the relief of her flesh against his, the sight of her mark across his face. She craves more than the physical reward. Every slap draws arousal into Cav’s eyes like water from a well, and she wants more of it. Wants to swallow his desire the way she swallows chaos, drinking from his yearning until his lust runs down her lips and chin and makes a mess of her.

She meets him harder than she ever has, knocking out a gasp when his head whips sideways. Smoke pours from his nose and mouth. Only once it clears does she see blood beading on his bottom lip.

Cav’s forked tongue probes the wound with a groan. “That’s fucking it.”

Her stomach knots like the ache between her legs, a volcanic eruption threatening to cover everything with molten need.

Cav spits on the floor, eyes sparking when he lays out the flat of his tongue toward her. “Give it back to me. Spit in my mouth.”

This time, she can’t blame the boat for the way she tilts. Cav finds the backs of her legs and guides her forward until her knees brush his chest. She steadies herself with a hand on the wall, but it does little to offset the delicate patterns Cav traces behind her knees.

Her legs tremble. She hates that. This cannot be what gets to her. This is nothing. She’s fucked her way through countless pirates, feasting on storms and shipwrecks, but this…

Lightning flashes before the sky falls dark as night again. Lyx’s mind whirls at a dizzying speed, but her voice is sharp with laughter. “You want me to — what? Degrade you? Humiliate you?”

Blood blooms when a smile stretches across his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

She tries not to shudder. She’s never witnessed such a willingness to be powerless. No pirate has ever kneeled before her. Not without her song. Not without compulsion. She’s in a daze, some parallel world that couldn’t possibly exist.

“Beg.” She doesn’t know where the word comes from. All she knows is that she desperately needs to hear his pleading.

Cav’s irises glow like two midday suns. “My vicious captor…”

Lyx’s body pings like a tuning fork.

His voice is hoarse with want. “I am but your humble servant. I take only what you deign to give.” He spreads his knees to sink lower, eyes wide and wanton and pathetic. “Please.”

A different hunger spreads its aching jaws inside her. This is a part of her that has never been fed, a part that has never been set loose. Her mouth waters at the sight of him, staring up at her and willing to do anything she demands. He would let her suck bruises onto his skin. He would let her rake her nails down his back. He would let her sink her teeth into his flesh.

Depths, what has he done to her? She can’t remember to hate him. When she’s standing over him like this, all she can think of is the tantalizing sway of his tail and how beautifully he yields to her.

She lifts her hand toward his face. His lips part eagerly to suck on two of her fingers like they were sweet nectar. She adds another finger and stretches the rim of his mouth. He doesn’t resist. He doesn’t bite. He just takes it, opening wider until three of her fingers are buried to the hilt.

Abyss, he looks pitiful and needy and hot. Saliva gathers in the corners of his mouth, eyes glassy and helpless while he lets her do whatever she pleases.

She’s never known anything like this. She’s never felt this power, not even when she used her song. It makes her gluttonous, soaking up every second of his submission. “Beg like this.”

Cav whines in the back of his throat. A strand of spit slips down to his chest, sizzling when it hits the glowing skin. His hips rut like he can’t help himself, mouth forming pathetically around muffled words. Please. Fuck. Gods.

Her cunt clenches. She presses her fingertips down into the soft flesh of his tongue, drawing a moan from deep inside him. It’s hypnotic. It’s intoxicating. She wants to lap up every debased sound, every look, every motion, but she finally, finally withdraws.

Even gasping for breath, Cav keeps his tongue presented to her. She grits her teeth to keep from groaning, cupping his chin to keep his eyes on hers. And then, she spits.

It lands on his tongue and splatters across his lips. His eyes slip shut as if she’s blessed him, her saliva held reverently on his tongue. Depths, why does it make her ache? Toying with his desperation is better than any other penance he could offer.

She tightens her grip on him. “Don’t waste it. Swallow.”

Cav does exactly as he’s told, curling his tongue back into his mouth. He savors her spit for another moment before his throat bobs, and his swollen lips part to reveal the clean length of his tongue.

Lyx’s entire body sings. “You’re a mess,” she pants, like she’s the one being slapped and gagged and spit on.

All he does is smile, his tail snaking across the floor and curling up around her leg to spur her on.

Her fingers curve around his neck. He doesn’t fight back. When she increases the pressure on his throat, his head lolls permissively. Fuck, that does it. She lifts her hand, dragging him to his feet and crushing their mouths together.

The boat careens and sends them tumbling onto the bed. It’s a mass of knees clanging, teeth clacking, and chests colliding, but it doesn’t slow them. They claw at each other like they can’t get enough, hips winding to bring them closer.

She pins him beneath her. The blue light from her skin reflects off of his, and she wants to drag her tongue over him just to taste. Her fingers work at the low-slung trousers on his hips, shoving the belts and buckles aside.