Page 94 of Twilight of Embers
My core tightened, but I didn’t wait. I lifted my sweatshirt and tee in one movement. Then I slid off the sweatpants. I stood there in nothing but a lacy bralette and cheeky boy shorts.
“So beautiful.” Cillian stroked himself through his joggers, and I could see his length straining to get free. “Lose everything.”
His voice held a grit that skated over my skin.
It was as if my body had no choice but to obey. I unfastened my bra, letting it fall. Then my fingers went to my panties, shimmying them free.
Cillian stood, strode toward me, then circled, taking me in. “Like a work of art.”
A finger reached out, skating down my spine.
Every nerve ending in my body cried out for more.
“On the bed, Little Flame. Hands above your head.”
A shiver coursed through me, but I obeyed, climbing onto the massive mattress and lifting my hands.
Cillian moved more quickly than I would’ve thought possible. He tied one wrist, then the other. Then he moved to my ankles. As he pulled the last knot taut, I tested my bindings. There would be no getting free.
Cillian’s eyes flamed as he stared at me. “How do you feel?”
“Exposed and turned on.”
He grinned, and for the first time, it completely lit up his face. “You’re a masterpiece. Breasts thrust high. Pussy glistening already. You do like this, don’t you, Little Flame?”
My core pulsed, and more wetness gathered, but with my legs spread wide, there was nowhere for it to go, and I knew Cillian could see it.
His nostrils flared. “Need something?”
My breaths came faster. “You.”
Cillian growled, shucking his shirt and pants, his shoes already gone. “Tell me again.”
“I need you.”
Then he was on me. Cillian’s face dove between my thighs, his tongue spearing deep.
My back arched as I cried out.
“You’re like heaven and hell,” he snarled as his tongue moved to my clit.
“Please,” I begged.
“Need to come, Little Flame?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Not until I’m inside you. I need to feel you shatter, need you to milk my cock until I’m wrung out.”
Everything spasmed as he slid two fingers inside.
“Not yet,” Cillian commanded, his tongue circling that bundle of nerves.
My thighs trembled, and I wasn’t sure I could hold back my orgasm.
“Don’t make me punish you.” Cillian’s hand struck out, his fingers slapping the inside of my thigh.
A moan slid free, and Cillian jerked back, his eyes blazing. “You liked that.”
