38. Maddy

Chapter 38

Maddy

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm splayed before him while he stares at me like I'm a fucking meal, my thighs parted and my arousal wet and hot and inches from him.

His hands move to his trousers.

Oh please, please, please let me see that incredible cock.

When he pulls it from his breeches, huge hand fisted around it, I let out a long sigh, and my fingers move faster as they rub and spread the wetness around.

I didn't know they could look like that, so iron-hard, yet so soft, so desirable .

"You're thinking about this taking you?"

"Yes," I gasp.

"Slow down. Rub your clit."

I almost snarl in annoyance as I flick my eyes from his cock to his face.

But then he starts to move his hand, glistening moisture catching the light, and I forget to be annoyed .

I would do anything to do exactly as he described. To lower myself onto him, to feel him fill me.

I flick my fingers over my clit, feeling the pressure build, the heat and the ache growing.

What am I doing? This is madness. A really, really bad idea.

But my fingers move faster, trying to make up for the empty, hollow ache.

"Slower," he growls. "Tease yourself." His own hand slows, moving from the base all the way to the tip of his outrageous cock.

Another moan escapes my lips. "When?"

"When what, princess? When can you fuck yourself with your fingers?"

"I need something inside me. I ache."

This time he moans, his expression almost angry.

"You won't put a thing inside that perfect fucking body until we both ache so much you will beg me for release."

His words move my fingers, increasing the pressure, and suddenly, I am not sure I do need anything else to reach the edge.

My panic must show, because he grips his cock hard but stills his hand and barks his next command.

"Stop. Take one finger and press it against yourself. One finger."

Ceasing my fingers' circular motion makes me hiss, but the feeling of them against my entrance makes me writhe.

"Push. Slowly. If you go too fast, I'll tell you to stop. "

As slowly as I can, I press one finger into my swollen entrance. I'm barely an inch in when he tells me to stop again.

"Tell me what you want."

"You."

"More."

"Your cock. Instead of my finger."

His hand moves again, fisting up and down, his shoulders huge and hard. All that power, all that force—I gasp as I sink my finger all the way inside myself.

"Spoiled princess," he murmurs, shaking his head. "Take your finger out and put it in your mouth."

I stare at him. "What?"

"I can't taste you. And you disobeyed me. So take your finger out and put it in your mouth. Then tell me what it tastes like."

I can't do that. Can I?

My hand is moving. My sex pulses around me as I remove my finger and hesitantly bring it to my mouth.

"Do as you're fucking told, princess." His eyes are burning. I know what he's doing. He's seeing how far he can push me. What I'll do.

And curse it, I want to know. I want to please him. I want to do as I'm told.

I push my finger between my lips, and he gives a low, guttural moan, pumping his cock.

"Taste. Tell me."

"Sweet?" I mumble around my finger.

"Rub it around your lips."

I do, and my eyes move to his cock. I long to rub that huge, throbbing head over my lips, to find out what he tastes like.

"Enough. Move them back."

Gratefully, I move my fingers back between my legs, grazing them over the slick, swollen flesh. A shudder runs through me. I want it to be him. His cock rubbing over me.

"Soak your fingers. Two this time. Tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," I breathe, pressing my fingers into myself.

"You need to do better than good . How would it feel if it were me? Stretch yourself."

I part my fingers as I move them slowly further, trying to do as he told me.

"You're tight," he growls, and I nod breathlessly. "Would this fit?" He moves forward, onto his knees, his huge cock proud and hard in his hand.

I moan, my fingers moving faster. "No." It's a foot from my face, right over my soaking sex.

"Three fingers, princess."

I add a finger, my body tight and tense.

His voice is low when he speaks again. "Now, look at me, and fuck yourself. Hard. If your eyes leave mine once, you stop."

I do exactly as I'm told. I plunge my fingers in and out, and his gaze on mine heats me to my core. I don't feel shame or embarrassment; I feel like a fucking goddess. It's him I'm imagining, just as he described it, and I've never wanted anything more. The pressure is unbearable, spreading through my entire body, the coil so tight it's not just going to unravel—it's going to explode.

Flames roar in his eyes, and I want to look at his huge cock as he works it, but I daren't look away from his face.

"I will watch you fall to pieces on your fingers, princess. And you will scream my name."

And I do.

Just as I'm told, I fall to infernal pieces. Lights flash behind my eyes as pleasure explodes from my center, radiating out, making my body heave and buckle and shudder. His name erupts from my lips, a high-pitched wail I didn't even know I was capable of.

He shifts backward hard, and I moan as I feel something hot and wet added to the slick heat I'm still pumping in and out of my body. A roar leaves his lips.

He's coming, all over me. All over my shuddering thighs and stomach.

It's hot, and my body reacts instantly, frost covering me, mingling with the heat.

The sensations are too much, and I need more. I need everything .

"Please," I whimper. "Please. I need more."

His eyes are dark and wild now, and I see little control. I feel none myself.

"Stand and rub everything I just gave you over yourself."

His voice is low and husky now, and he's still gripping his cock. I stand up, my knees weak.

"Put your boots on. "

I stare at him in post-orgasmic haze, trying to make sense of what he just said. "My boots?"

"Put your fucking boots on."

He almost shouts the command, and I move quickly, slick wetness running down my bare thighs. I pull my boots on, not bothering to lace them.

"Now, come here and put one foot on my shoulder."

My entire body flushes with heat, need pulsing through my swollen sex. More patches of frost blossom, and I glance down at the patchwork of ice covering me.

"I'll fall," I whisper.

"I will be as close to you when you come as the fucking gods themselves will allow. Now come here and put your boot on my shoulder."

I move to him, lift one leg, and rest my boot on his shoulder. He grips the leather, steadying me.

I stare down into his hard, fierce face.

I would give up everything I have ever worked for right now if I could sink my desperate body onto those beautiful lips.

"Fucking perfect," he snarls. I can't be more than six inches from his face, and his gaze is fixed on me. "Use both hands. Rub yourself and fuck yourself. Move up and down. Imagine this is filling every part of that beautiful fucking body." I see him move his hand hard up and down his engorged cock, and I move with him.

My hips jerk, letting my fingers move deeper and harder than they did before. My other hand moves, and the cold of my frozen fingers makes me cry out. My clit is swollen and ready, and I move fast. It's so easy to imagine he's filling me, powering into me, fucking me. He moans again as he watches me, my hips jerking over and over to meet my furious fingers.

"Tell me when you're close."

"Now," I gasp immediately.

"No."

I don't stop.

"I said, no ."

But it's too late. I couldn't stop the explosion if I tried. I careen off the edge, screaming his name again, gushing over my fingers as they curl and move, prolonging the pleasure. I allow myself to believe that this male, this beautiful, hard, fierce, incredible fucking male, is inside me, pleasuring me, making me his.

The shudders are too much, though, the intensity of my orgasm taking every muscle in my body.

I fall.

My knees buckle, and I tip, going down hard on one knee.

Kain leaps back, but at the same time his hand flies out to catch me. Searing heat flashes for a beat, then icy cold replaces it as I thump down on my arse.

"Princess," he growls, and I don't know if he's angry or aroused.

"Come over me again," I breathe.

I don't give a shit I fell. I'm still pulsing and shaking, hot and cold swimming over my sensitive body and making me crazy.

I part my legs and fall onto my back, and after a second's hesitation, Kain moves to stand over me. I stare up at him, my hands back between my legs, and it only takes seconds to rekindle the pressure, everything is so fucking sensitive.

"Please. I want to feel the heat of you on me." His hand moves, and my lips part. "Yes. Imagine you're fucking my mouth," I say, and saying such filthy words out loud almost brings me to the edge. I don't feel shame. I feel nothing but reckless abandon.

"Princess," he half shouts, then lets out a long, low groan as he comes again, covering my chest. When it hits my hard, cold nipples, the contrast fires through me, and it's all I need.

I jerk as I plunge my fingers as deep as they'll go, feeling my body spasm around them as my orgasm rips through me.

I close my eyes, breathing hard, my body shuddering.

"Stay still, princess," Kain says, his voice soft now. "Rest."

I want to argue. I'm naked in a forest. But my body won't cooperate.

He sits on the leafy ground beside me and stares at me. First at my face, then his gaze travels over my chest and thighs.

I'm covered in him .

We're silent a long moment, and my mind slows to a blessed pace I don't achieve often.

I know what we just did was a bad idea. But I'm struggling to care.

In fact, I want to do it again. And again, and again.

I want him to touch me .

Shit.

I close my eyes.

If I thought this would get him out of my system, that it would cure the constant, lustful dreams, I was wrong.

He's not out of my system. Not even a little. If anything, he's more in my system than he's ever been.

I'm even more desperate to touch him. I'm so consumed by him, I can't even think straight.

"It's not enough," I whisper.

"It has to be." His voice is hard, and when I open my eyes to look at him, he's standing, pulling at the waistband of his trousers and retying them roughly.

He's right. He can't touch me.

He pulls his shirt over his head and passes it to me. His eyes flash as he looks down at my naked form.

"For the mess."

I bite my lip, heat flushing my body.

Could we go again? But he turns away, crouching to get the dagger he discarded.

I rub his shirt over my body, a tiny breath escaping when it touches my sensitive skin, and pull my own clothes back on.

I'm trying to work out what to say to him when he speaks.

"Are you going to store that memory, princess?"