Her panties and socks were all that were left. His eyes ran hot and wild over her every inch of her skin. He didn’t miss the blush at her chest or the goose bumps across her arms. Willow wanted to fight this, but she’d never felt anything like this. Nothing close to the intense pleasure he could give her with the simplest of touches. Her body treated each touch, each lick like a drug that it wanted more and more of.
He reached down and tugged one sock off then the other. He kissed the top of one foot before reaching for her waist.
Willow had one last try at sanity. “Wait, no. Please.” God, she was begging now. She also didn’t want to lose her panties because then he would know for sure how much his touch effected her—how wet she was for him.
With a harsh growl, he tore away from her. He came up besides her, standing over her. “I told you what I would have of you once you came back with me. I warned you. I will give you a choice.”
His fisted his cock once again; the tip even wetter than before, the color darker along his shaft. He stroked over the head, dragging his skin up and over it. Willow watched, entranced.
“You can either get down on your knees right now and suck me, spread your sweet thighs right now for me, or turn around and lift your ass for me. Choose.”
Willow’s heart raced frantically, her eyes fell all across the room as she fought to think and choose.
“Time’s up,” he said. Willow gasped as suddenly he was pulling her off the bed, pushing her onto her knees before him. Her tied hands fell into her bare lap and that simple touch made her realize just how close she was to her slick core. How close she was to coming. It was harder than it should have been to resist touching herself.
He grasped her jaw as he stood before her. His thumbs exerted pressure on her chin until her lips parted. He made a satisfied, male sound and then his cock was at her lips. She watched him, saw the raw hunger etched in the lines of his face, felt it in the strength of his hands. She swallowed hard and knew...she wanted this.
Heart racing with fear at the thought, Willow ignored every protest, every warning her heart was sending her, and let her body feel. This was just sex; she would still leave. It changed nothing.
Her jaw fell open with the force of his cock pushing in. Her tongue wet the underside of him; her lips surrounded his wide girth. An ache bloomed in her jaw and cheeks from his size but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the ache in her loins.
Breathing ragged, he pressed in deep and slow. When he started to retreat, she couldn’t help but rub her tongue against him. It must be her new sexual hunger, the fact that she was fully succubus now, because she wanted this with a scary desperation. If only just to feed her. His orgasm would carry her for at least a day, logic argued.
He started to thrust in her mouth. Slowly his hands fell into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeply into her throat. A strange feeling came over her, roaring above the hot need inside her—the urge to please. She found herself tightening her lips over him, tonguing him, sucking him in until he was groaning and moving faster.
She couldn’t stop it any longer. Her fingers reached between her bare legs and touched her wet sex. She wasted no time in finding her silky, wet bud. She circled it again and again, as pleasure drenched her. She moaned at the hot steel of him taking her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat as she breathed hard through her nose.
Suddenly his hands clenched in her hair, the touch sensual as he pulled on the strands. He cried a hoarse sound, and then grew hotter, thicker in her mouth.
A raw shout left him. Then hot salty streams jetted in her mouth as he pumped fiercely. Willow rubbed her own sex faster, desperate to come with him. But he softened in her mouth, pulling out slowly.
“You’ll be a great wife.”
Willow snapped her eyes to him and bared her teeth. “Fuck you.” A slow, lazy smile crossed his face. Quickly he ducked down, lifted her, tossing her on the bed.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes burning over her body. His soft cock twitched wetly against his thigh as if trying to decide whether to rise again or not.
“No,” she answered fiercely.
He shrugged then climbed over her to the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly then tucked a pillow under his head. A second later he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.
“Thank you for your mouth, sica tawicue.” He yawned again like a bear waking from hibernation then soon his breathing deepened.
Willow was left to wallow in her thoughts and stare at the man who was starting to grate slightly less on her. Slightly. Her body pulsed with unachieved need. She had a feeling that if she’d ask him to give her what she needed, he’d have done it with a smile on his face. No way could she bring herself to do that. Not after his nasty little reminder. Wife.
She snorted. Yeah, right.
She wouldn’t be escaping tonight. She’d have to wait until his guard was down. Until the guard outside wasn’t watching for her. Then she would lose him. Her heart twinged painfully and she rubbed a hand over it. Was she beginning to care for him?
She looked down at her tied wrists and thought, nope.
Chapter 8
Willow slowly opened her eyes to the morning light creeping in through the windows. She was incredibly warm, especially at her back.
She jerked to a sitting position. Lyonis slowly came to and the arm around her waist tugged until she was pulled back against him.
“Sica tawicue.” His voice was thick and husky from sleep. It reminded her of last night; the same voice he had when he was lost in passion. Willow slammed her eyes shut to block out the memory.
He moved behind her, his naked hips pressing against her bare bottom. Gasping at the hot prod, Willow squirmed to get away.
“No,” he commanded huskily, then pushed her onto her back and came up over her. Willow stared up into his low-lidded eyes with her wide ones.
“What are you—?”
His lips trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled. Then she felt a hot palm cup her sex. Pleasure spiked inside her and she quickly pushed against his shoulders.
“Get off of me,” she said between clenched teeth. He made a gruff sound of disagreement, then slid his finger inside her. The pleasure that went unfulfilled last night still wetted her channel. Her hips naturally pushed back against him, and he growled approvingly, then bit down on her shoulder. Her muscles warmed, and she went limp against the bed.
How did he always manage to do that?
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed her thighs open, pressed his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside. Willow cried out and it wasn’t in pain. Her core was wet and warm. As he began to pump his hips, she grew wetter for him, easing his way as he dragged himself through her needy center.
“Willow,” he groaned.
Planting himself deep inside, he pulled back and grabbed her wrists. Willow blinked as she realized they were still tied together. He lifted them and placed them over the bedpost. Her arms slid down it and she struggled to free them but then he rocked back on his knees.
Grabbing her hips in his hands, he held her as pounded into her. Willow’s loud moans startled her; her body started tingling with delicious pinpricks of pleasure. It was as if that one night of not taking a release had built something inside her. Something that desperately wanted to get out.
Her toes curled, nipples beading into hard points. She closed her eyes, unable to watch the pleasure on his face as he took her, as he did the very thing she both wanted and loathed.
“You’re beautiful in the morning, mate. Lovely and fresh. Wet and tight where I want you.”