Page 39 of Her Silent Knight

Chapter Eleven

SHE SHOULD STOP HIM.

She really should. This wasn’t part of the plan. The goal was freedom. Her brain understood the importance of this mission. Her body, however, was rebelling. It wasn’t only rebelling. It was straying from the plan and committing treason by siding with the enemy.

“Can I taste my treasure?” He growled.

Her head nodded. Where were those damn puppet strings? She needed to cut them. Because she sure as hell hadn’t made the decision to nod on her own. She would never make a decision like that.

Her brain knew better than to agree to letting this big dragon taste her. Yet, nod, she did. It was as if some unknown source, a horny witch who hadn’t had dick in two years... or something like that, was controlling her actions.

That horny witch had just given a dragon, a stranger, permission to touch her intimately, to taste her. Whenever she found out who that hoe was, she was going to slap some sense into her.

And now, her dragon’s head was disappearing between her legs because she’d given him the okay to do so. Sin held her breath, waiting for the first touch of his tongue against her center.

A shiver raced down her spine when his lips introduced themselves to her flesh. She expected him to swipe his tongue across her heat. Instead, his lips moved against her southern lips as he whispered one sentence against her.

“Thank you for being mine.”

His voice was low. But she’d heard the words he uttered and unexpectedly, they brought tears to her eyes. Why was he being like this all of a sudden? Why was he being so different from the way he’d acted when he tried to drug and kidnap her? Damn him and the way he was behaving now that....

Her breath hitched, bringing an end to her internal rant as he did what she’d been waiting for him to do, lick her. His tongue swiped across her clit. Two years. Two long ass years.

That was how long it’d been since her poor clit had any attention, other than Sin’s own fingers. Her dragon twirled his tongue around her clit, fanning those embers of desire, causing them to spark.

He kissed her clit and then whispered. “You taste like...” he swallowed. “Honey and...” He lowered his mouth to her center again and slid his tongue between her folds, laving up her juices. “And cream,” he whispered.

She didn’t know what the hell honey and cream tasted like. It had to be good from the way he lowered his head and licked her again. Resting his head on her thigh that was pinned to the mattress, he lifted her other leg over his shoulder.

Face now sandwiched between her thighs, he went to work licking and teasing her with his tongue. She wrapped her hands around the bedpost she was cuffed to and allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure his tongue was delivering.

Just for a little while,she promised herself. There’s no reason she shouldn’t allow herself a moment of pleasure, especially after all the hardships she’d faced on this forsaken frozen plane.

Just because she was rotating her hips and gyrating against his tongue, didn’t mean she’d forgiven him. Just because he was greedily eating her pussy like a beast who hadn’t had a decent meal in years, didn’t mean she wasn’t going to attack him the first chance she got.

She was going to become the captor once more. This was all part of her diabolical plan to free herself from the cuffs. Yep, all part of the plan. So were the moans that escaped her when he slid one finger inside her.

“You’re so tight, treasure,” he groaned, pushing his finger in and out of her. “You’re going to grip my cock so tight.”

That thing wouldn’t fit. That huge cock of his wasn’t coming anywhere near her ‘two-years without a dick’ pussy. But his fingers, she could handle his fingers. At least, she thought she could until he slipped a second one inside.

She bit her lip, that was already sore, to keep from moaning out loud. He applied pressure to her clit with his thumb while slipping two fingers in and out, in and out. Sin closed her eyes.

The old Sin couldn’t come from simple foreplay. It took a solid fucking to bring her to an orgasm. Even then, she didn’t always come. She came more when she pleasured herself. That was just how it had always been.

Her body worked differently than others. And the two men in her past hadn’t liked it when she told them she needed more. It made them feel less manly. It made them feel like they couldn’t perform in the bedroom.

Their mentality was, if they’d gotten theirs, then something must be wrong with her and not them. That was probably the case. To avoid arguments, she’d kept her mouth shut and pretended to enjoy the dick.

She’d gotten used to fucking just so she could enjoy cuddles afterward because she damn sure hadn’t enjoyed the dick. Even when they tried licking and fingering her, she was left feeling confused and sexually frustrated.

That was her norm when it came to sex. However, after only two minutes of tongue and finger play from a dragon, she was close to exploding. This was not her norm. This was way outside the range of what she was used to.

And if she bit her lower lip any harder it would split in two. She could already taste blood. Fuck it. She released her lip and let her moans be heard. No point in trying to hide what she was feeling.

She was a grown-ass woman and his tongue was wreaking havoc on her body. She hadn’t even known a tongue could do the things his was doing. Who knew tongues could move like that?

And that fast too! It felt like he was down there singing Christmas carols against her sex. Falalalala-lala-la-la. Her hips jerked as he finger-fucked her while sucking her clit into his mouth. Sin cried out from the pleasure of it all.