I'll give you anything you need to be pleasured beyond your wildest imaginings." As your wife, I'll do anything you want me to. Whatever she'd just done had hit the bull's-eye with this male's desires. In the bed, he yelled out, bucking hard into her fist, thrusting for relief. She used them to writhe and grind her sex to his tongue until she could climax with a scream. In her vision, she'd managed to loop the binding off the wall peg so she could grab his horns. Unable to stand it any longer, Sabine took control of the scene and changed it. When he drew back to blow on her, she cried out and shamelessly undulated her hips.īut in the fantasy, he still wouldn't let her come. She just stifled a gasp as the scene changed once more to show him greedily licking and sucking between her legs. He turned to rumble at her ear, "Until your thighs quiver, and you drench my tongue." After tearing away her panties, he pull her leg over his shoulder to spread her to his mouth. In his vision, he turned her so she faced him, then knelt in front of her. She swallowed, easing down to lie beside him. As if he couldn't stop himself, he bit out, "You, tassia." He stretched against his manacles to rub his horns along her arm. "But you want to tie one up, you need to."
"Have you ever tied a woman up?" When he didn't answer, she let the illusion waver, threatening to take it away. He murmured how much he wanted her, rubbing his face against her as he rasped how beautiful she was. Still lazily thrusting his finger with one hand, with his other he pressed her head down, gathering her hair forward off her nape so he could brush his lips there. With him like this, there simply wouldn't be a choice of whether to let go or not. He acted as if he owned her, which was strangely exciting to her. In Rydstrom's fantasies, he didn't fear her. If they'd feared her-and many of them had-she'd done nothing to dissuade them. Showing weakness with them was dangerous, letting go was out of the question. In her past liaisons, the males had always been Sorceri, which meant they'd been potential enemies, out to steal her precious power. The idea of being tied up by an enemy should infuriate her-not arouse her. She was also surprised by how erotic she found these scenes. Of all the fantasies a male could have-multiple women and men, fetishes, or even deviancies-his dreams were centered only on her. She murmured, "So this is what my demon likes." Sabine found herself secretly flattered by this.
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