Free Black Briar by Sophie Avett Page B

watched his eyes sweep closed, his entire being willingly lost to her and she was lost. She’d never be able to help it again. She was his. Wholly his.
     
    Nova.
     
    She would stay wherever he would continue to give her wings. The gargouille’s mouth twitched as if he’d heard her thoughts and he rewarded her with his firm hands pushing up her legs, bending them at the knees. He pushed them until they were folded up high. Leaving her vulnerable and completely open beneath him. Eyes squeezed shut, Sybille curled her fingers into the mattress, the spindle pendant suddenly heavy. The glittering chain pulled tight against her windpipe, choking her. She barely managed breath…
     
    I’m scared.
     
    She didn’t know why. She’d lain with him time and time again. She’d let him do despicably wonderful things to her. Leaving her bruised and broken the next morning. And she’d never been so pleased. Kept coming back for more. But tonight, every touch was too much. Her skin was singing. Smarting. Itchy.
     
    Gaping up at the sex swing, the leather and metal, her eyes widened as visions of asylum bars flashed before her eyes. Nova…
     
    Kneeling between her legs with his tail curled neatly around his feet, he knelt, peering down at the naughty picture she made, long ebony hair disheveled like a willful Ronin .
     
    Her pale pubic curls were wispy, wet. Flesh swollen. Aching for him. His own length was hot, heavy. Bobbing proudly between his folded thighs. He was in no hurry and the longer he looked, the more moisture wet the helmet-shaped tip.
     
      “Nova…” she croaked, fighting the urge to pull her legs shut. Stop .
     
    “Hush.” He curled over her with little warning and sealed his mouth over her pussy.
     
    Suction. Electricity. Pleasure. Her hips lurched, her spine bowing. He pulled softly at first, flattening his tongue against her slit. She couldn’t hear anything. Blood was pounding in her ears. Pleasure. So much, dirty-can’t-get-enough pleasure…
     
    God, she hated when he did this. She hated whenever anyone wanted to put their mouth there.
     
    Enjoy it?
     
    Sure. As much as the next girl.
     
    Like it?
     
    No, not at all.
     
    It didn’t feel…right to have his face so close to her that way. Nose and mouth, he was so close. Scent and taste. What if he didn’t like them? Not every man did. She didn’t even like it. Almost rued the very sight of the furry triangle. It was ugly. Folds wrinkled like pink, pruned lily petals. She didn’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but it was all she could think about and suddenly long and languid, loving licks weren’t felt. They were endured. I don’t want…I don’t like this.
     
    His nose smooshed against her in his effort to make sure his long, dexterous tongue fucked her channel nice and deep. She scrabbled, clawed, marring the splendor of his silk sheets with her mangled black fingernails. “Nova.” He suckled her clit, lavished his tongue over it in figure eights. “Nova!”
     
    He released his suction with a little pop. “In Draconel,” he whispered, gently slipping a talon along her swollen and slick pink flesh. She shook, but his steady voice drew her focus to his wet bottom lip. “There is word for this…”
     
    A hunger pang folded though her gut and she followed the source of the ardor in his eyes to her pretty pink folds. She was so wet. The soft dusting of downy blonde hair framing her nether lips was drenched, matted with juices. He blew on the plump bud of nerves and kissed the tiny pulse beat. “ Ren bombe .”
     
    “What…” Her pussy fluttered, squeezing another drop of honey to coat his talon and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, “What does it mean?”
     
    “Loosely translated…?” The gargouille took hold of her thighs and seated them over his shoulders, stocking bare feet pointed to the heavens. “Flower bomb.”
     
    He dipped his head between her legs. His tongue slicked over her wet