His tongue dragged through my folds, slow and relentless, like he had all the time in the world to carve me apart. A strangled moan tore from my throat, my fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to find something solid in a world that suddenly spun.
Every flick of his tongue struck a nerve I didn’t know I had. I tried to hold myself together. I failed.
He licked. He sucked. He mapped every inch of me like a man laying claim.
“You… Fuck… Gods…” I gasped, hips jerking toward him on instinct.
He sucked my clit into his mouth. The same one that held me prisoner by a single nipple now had me by the most sensitive piece of flesh on my body. My legs buckled. Only his hands on my ass kept me upright.
Still, he didn’t stop. He flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down, slow, deliberate, cruel. I whimpered, thighs shaking, the world narrowing down to the slick, obscene sounds of his mouth on me.
“Travin… What… What are you doing to me?” I choked out.
He looked up, lips wet, eyes dark and burning.
“Getting what I paid for.”
Gods help me, I almost cried.
He dove back in, hungrier now, as if my trembling fed him. One hand gripped my ass harder, the other flattened against my belly, holding me in place for his tongue to tear me apart.
And then…
He slipped a finger inside me.
I shattered.
The breath punched out of my lungs. My head snapped back against the wall, my cry loud and raw enough to wake the dead.
He fingered me while his mouth kept working, faster now, harder, relentless. Every nerve was fire. Every thought burned away.
I wasn’t Jolana anymore. I was not the wench, not the daughter, not the girl pretending she had choices.
I was nothing but heat and need, caught in the jaws of a man who knew exactly how to dismantle me.
When I came, it slammed into me. It was violent and blinding.
I gushed. Sprayed him. My whole body betrayed me, soaking his face, his mouth, everything.
Humiliation hit me like a second shockwave. Gods, I…
“I... I’m sorry… ” I tried to say. Gods, I couldn’t finish a fucking sentence. I couldn’t even formulate an intelligent thought.
He didn’t stop.
He blinked the wet from his eyes and lapped it up greedily, like a man denied water for days. He slowed only when I started to whimper. There might have been a trace of mercy there, but still, he dragged it out, kissed me softer, soothed the ruined mess he made of me.
When he finally rose, I could barely stand. My legs shook. My thighs were soaked. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might shatter my ribs.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at me like a starving man who ate his first meal in a week.
“That is an amazing cunt you have.”
I flushed deep red.
He smirked. “Still worried about boundaries?”
“I...” I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Might need to add some.”
“Too late,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I'm the kind of man who gets his money’s worth.”
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a kiss.
I tasted myself on him. The flavor was sharp, musky, feral. I moaned into his kiss before I could think better.
The room shrank. The world outside ceased to exist.
He was going to consume me.
And I was going to let him.
His hands were rough. His body was stone. I was trapped, pressed against the wall and pinned by hunger.
He had tasted me. Conquered me. Now he was going to own me.
And I didn’t want to stop him.
“Say my name,” he ordered, low and rough against my ear.
“Travin,” I whispered.
The name tasted like smoke and sin on my tongue. Like a call to surrender.
His hand tightened in my hair, yanking me closer.
The kiss was brutal. Claiming. No tenderness.
His lips crashed into mine, tongue forcing its way into my mouth, rough and greedy and wild. Our teeth clicked. His beard scraped raw across my skin.
Our tongues wrestled. He kissed like he fought, savage and merciless.
When he finally tore away, I gasped, raw and desperate.
“Again,” he growled.
“Travin,” I breathed, louder now.
And gods help me, I wanted more. I wanted to say his name and see what he could take next.
He released my hair, only to grab my ass with both hands. Hard. Possessive. The kind of grip that didn’t ask permission because it already owned you.
He yanked me against him. The thick bulge under his leathers ground against my mound, dragging a shameless moan out of me.
Gods, I was so wet, I could’ve drowned him if he went back down there. And his cock hadn’t even joined the party yet. I was already wrecked.
Then he licked his finger. Slow. Deliberate. And slid it down.
Between my cheeks.
“Wait—” I gasped, the word barely a whisper.
“You’re not supposed—” I started, but his hand clamped down on my ass, sharp and unforgiving, cutting the words from my throat.
Heat rushed to my face, shame and fear lighting my nerves on fire.
He was going to hurt me. Not just as punishment. For pleasure. Gods, he wanted to hurt me.
I should’ve pulled away. But I didn’t. Because in this room, I was his.
“Travin…” I gasped, but even I didn’t know if it was a plea or a warning.
The bracelet still circled my wrist. One slip, and it would all stop. Gods, that was all it would take. One second of courage.
But like a coward, I didn’t move. I was more afraid of what would happen if I did. Maybe I knew… Deep down… That he wouldn’t stop. That was the real fear. I was afraid to ask him to stop, because if he didn’t…
And I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.
Panic surged in my chest as his hands spread me wider. Cold air rushed over my skin. His breath, hot and close, followed it.
Then his finger found me like he’d been there before in another life. Another Jolana.
Slick and slow, he circled the little bit of skin and muscle, and I stopped breathing.
“That,” he whispered, almost in awe, “is a most exquisite ass.”
One hand kept my cheeks open. Helpless. Exposed. Claimed. The other circled cruelly.
“Tight. Untouched.”
Terror bloomed in my throat. “Don’t…” I whimpered. “Gods, please…”
But he didn’t stop.