Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

no longer think of anything but sliding his shaft between them. He let her chain the other wrist.
    When he was secured, she’d surveyed him with eyes gone silver and licked her lips.
    And one second ago, he’d watched in astonishment as she clawed his pants off, leaving him without a thread on.
    “I imagined this that first morning with you,” she said, pressing her lips to his torso. Her damp hair grazed over his skin, making him shudder with pleasure. “Imagined ripping off your pants to get my mouth on your shaft.”
    He groaned in disbelief, wondering if he’d die of ecstasy when he felt her warm breaths going lower. If this was a dream, he’d be damned if he would wake. After nuzzling the trail of hair leading down from his navel, she glanced up. “Are you ready?”
    “Christ, yes, I’ve been ready—”
    The first touch of her hot little tongue, running across the head of his shaft, stopped his breath.
    “ Ah, God,” he finally managed. When the slit grew moist, she dipped her tongue down and gave it a dabbing lick.
    His eyes rolled back in his head.
    Then came the long, slow slide of her wet lips. He arched his back. When she flicked her tongue while he was in her mouth, the pleasure was so intense he yelled out. With effort, he raised his head to witness it—he had to see this—breaths going ragged at the sight of her taking him in.
    He wanted to brush her hair aside to see better, but the chains prevented him. He could have broken them easily, but she’d deemed the chains a condition. He’d never jeopardize this.
    As if she’d read his mind, she smoothed her hair over one shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view.
    He hissed in a breath when she caressed her face against the length, lovingly, as she had that first morning against his cheek. “What do you think?”
    “Can’t seem to,” he said, choking out the words. She smiled.
    Completely uninhibited, she continued her ministrations, making it impossible to hold out much longer. Her mouth was so hot and wet, he wanted it to go on forever, but he felt his sack tightening. “ About to come... ” Just when he was about to go over the edge, she released him from her mouth, as he’d expected. He didn’t dare think she’d take all of him.
    “No, Bastian, you’re really not.”

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    B rows drawn together, Sebastian grated, “Think I’d know this.”
    She squeezed the head of his erection in her fist, preventing him from ejaculating, then hid her surprise. It worked!
    His shaft was swollen with seed, the pressure visibly paining him. They both stared at it, before meeting eyes.
    She saw the exact moment realization hit him. “You can’t mean to... ”
    When she nodded, he yanked on the chains, seeming incredulous that they were holding him.
    “The chains have been mystically reinforced,” she explained with a leisurely lick. “Not even an immortal as strong as you can break them, and you can’t trace from them, either.”
    He still tried to. “Let me free,” he growled. “Is this some kind of revenge?” His naked body was wracked with tension, every muscle bulging as he fought the chains. His arms grew even more huge with effort.
    “Not revenge, Bastian.” Once his seed descended again, and he wasn’t in immediate danger of release, she removed her robe. His struggles eased as his lips parted. She leaned over, breasts close to his mouth, to prop up his head with a pillow. With his gaze riveted to her body, his battle to be free subsided. When she straddled him, he stilled completely, as if he’d forgotten to resist.
    “ Closer, ” he commanded.
    She moved in, holding her breasts to his mouth, one, then the other. He sucked her nipples hard, groaning around each, hands clenching in the manacles.
    When she pulled away, he bit out curses—until she moved down his body to take him with her mouth once more. She relished the taste of his flesh, loved how responsive he was, how disbelieving when she licked the base and down to his heavy sack.
    “These things you do to me... my God, I didn’t know... ”
    She couldn’t take all of his prodigious length, so she used her hand as well, stroking the base.
    “Katja, I’m about—”
    She gripped him hard, preventing him again, and he yelled out in agony. He dug his heels into the bed to thrust, to shake her hand loose, desperate to lose his seed in any way. Never had she seen anything so erotic as his body twisting in the chains.
    But she held firm, and soon he grew drugged with