Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Gods. That feels so good.
But that sharp pleasure recedes as Silas takes his time exploring me with his mouth, gentle and methodical in the way he licks and sucks. It’s such a slow, thorough approach, and it turns me hot all over as I continue tugging at his hair, panting as I try to direct his head where I want it.
When I tug his hair more insistently, frustrated that his tongue keeps swirling teasingly close to the spot near my clit that drives me wild without ever touching it, he hums and gently nips at my clit with his lips. That drives another spike of pleasure through me, and I curse. I want to fall over that glorious edge that I’ve only experienced twice in my life, and at this rate, it will take too long for him to get me there.
“Do that again,” I demand breathlessly.
And the asshole blood fae…
doesn’t.
Instead, he returns to his languid pace, his tongue sliding ever so slightly into me before he kisses all around. Frustration and need course through me. But when I try to grind against his face, Silas pulls away just enough to deprive me of the friction I want.
This time, my swearing is more creative as that pleasure recedes again.
And I realize he’s teasing me. Taunting me. Showing me that he can give me what I want, but only when he chooses to. He’s in control. Abruptly, it makes all that hot need feel somehow…humiliating.
I hate it.
I’ve never felt sexually embarrassed before. Hell, I’ve never explored anything sexually before, but for reasons I can’t explain, I suddenly just want to get out of here and never talk to this asshole again.
I push at Silas’s head to try to get away from him.
“Never fucking mind,” I huff angrily.
But his hand locks around my knee to keep me in place as he lifts his head from under my dress. His brow furrows deeply when he sees my stormy expression.
“Did I do something wrong?”
When I once again try to close my legs to get up and leave, Silas braces his hands on my thighs, a determined expression taking over his face.
“No running this time. Talk to me. Is it that you dislike edging?”
“That’s what that was?” I make a face. “Never do that again.”
“If you’re thinking of again with me, I must have done something right. Tell me why you disliked it so I can do better.”
My body is starting to hyperfocus on his hands on my bare thighs, and I squirm. Recognizing my discomfort, Silas removes his touch but waits expectantly.
I look away, trying to find the right words and choosing to keep them honest. “Pleasure is a luxury I haven’t had until recently. Now I’m curious about things I’ve missed out on, but…I want to experience them on my own terms, I suppose.”
Silas’s expression softens, and he nods. “I think you dislike not being in control. We’re similar in that way. But right now, you call all the shots, sangfluir. So, if you’re frustrated, take it out on me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Take it out on me.
I debate for a moment, getting over the urge to leave and instead standing as my curiosity gets the best of me.
“Strip for me.”
Silas stands, too, shrugging out of his suit and unbuttoning his shirt as he holds my gaze. He doesn’t question how much to take off, instead getting wholly naked and casting his clothes and shoes aside. For a moment, I feel a flush of pleasure seeing him completely nude like this. It’s almost mesmerizing the way the firelight highlights his beautiful, lean muscles and the subtle throb of his stiff, eager cock.
The cock that looks kind of too big for my mouth.
Only one way to find out.
I clear my throat. “I want to try something. Sit.”
He obeys, his eyes tracking my every movement. “What do you want to?—“
He cuts off in a sharp groan when I kneel and drag my tongue against the tip of his cock. It’s warm and surprisingly…
nice to feel in my mouth. When I pull away and see a bead of liquid well up, I wrap my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue to taste him.
Silas tries to muffle his next moan by biting his hand, his thighs flexing and his head falling back in pleasure. He slips into fae as he moans that it feels incredible.
I like that reaction far more than I expected.
Curious to see what else I can do to this man just by licking and teasing his glistening erection, I bob my head, humming at the strangely pleasant sensation as his hardness glides against my tongue. It’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t set off any anxiety about his skin on mine because I have nothing to compare it to. As I take more of him into my mouth, I feel a steady throb between my own legs.
Mystery solved. I now understand why people suck cock.
“
Sangfluir,” he breathes raggedly after another minute of my content exploring. “I’m…I’m supposed to be the one begging for your forgiveness, but—godsdamn it, your perfect, filthy little fucking mouth
…”
Sliding off with a soft pop, I stand. The needy ache between my thighs is now so strong that, for a moment, I’m tempted to straddle him, shove his cock inside me, and ride him until I come undone.
But I meant it earlier when I told him he wasn’t fucking me tonight.
And he’s right. This is about his apology.
“Scoot down to the floor.”
Silas does as I say, sliding down the couch until he’s sitting on the floor, but his head is still on the seat. Perfect. I straddle his head, my knees on either side as I grip the back of the fainting couch.
“You can go back to apologizing now,” I whisper breathlessly, grinding against his face slightly.
“Gods above, forgive me,” he growls against my entrance.
And then he fucking feasts.
I cry out, my hips reflexively bucking away from the onslaught. But Silas grips my hips and pulls me back to continue mercilessly eating me out, licking and sucking and attacking that perfect spot. In between making me scream, he groans his apology again and again, both in English and in fae, groveling between my thighs as he slowly unravels me.
He’s so ravenous that for a few long minutes, my mind blanks out as all the delicious sensations wash over me. And then, out of nowhere, a powerful release slams into me.
I go breathless, squeezing my eyes shut in agonized pleasure as my insides clench and tingles sweep down to my toes. I lose track of time, of space—and of my mouth, since I’m pretty damn sure I’m swearing up a storm, but I can’t be sure since my head is floating.
“Fuck.
Gods, stop, Silas—it’s too much,” I whisper finally, my nerves sparking with every flick of his tongue in a way that I can’t handle anymore.
He kisses my clit one more time before letting me go. Immediately, I fall sideways onto the couch, trying to catch my breath. He sits up and licks my wetness from his lips, his scarlet eyes predatory as they drag over me.
“Gods above, how I crave you,” he murmurs. “You have no idea.”
I glance down at his still-leaking cock. “You’ll change your mind when I offer you no relief.”
He smirks and stands, bracing one hand on the back of the couch behind me so I’m looking up at his face.
“Keep your eyes on me, sangfluir. That’s all I need.”
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