Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(49)

Cyprian shoved the purple fabric aside, when his curiosity got the best of him.

What in Kali’s name?

“Why did you pierce this little button of flesh?” he demanded.

Riley bit her lip refusing to answer.

Cyprian’s eyes roved Riley’s intimate flesh. The rounded mound over her pubic bone was covered in short black curls. Cyprian ran the back of his hand over the crop of hair. He liked the way it attempted to hide her modesty.

Riley’s feminine flesh was guarded by a pair of puffy lips. The pierced button jutted from the top of her cleft. The bar of metal passed vertically through the blushing bead of skin. This eager little button of flesh was new to him. It hinted at what other treasures he might find, when he splayed her intimate folds further, to expose her slit. Riley jumped when Cyprian ran a finger over the piece of metal, and grazed the tip of her swollen nub.

Cyprian almost choked when he recalled what his friend told him about human females. Not only did they have a pleasure center inside of their sheath but also on the outside.

Surely this painful adornment doesn’t bring her pleasure.

Since Riley refused to answer, Cyprian would have to discover the answer for himself.

“That’s fine, Little Manx, don’t answer me. I was trained as an interrogator. I will learn the answer for myself,” he promised Riley.

He should leave well enough alone, but instead Cyprian shifted, trapping Riley’s ankles under his calves. His hands were now free to explore her. He tore the scrap of fabric with a flick of his wrist, and tossed it aside. Riley’s eyes flew to his.

“How dare you,” she screeched.

Her protest turned to a sharp gasp when his index finger rolled her pink little button, rocking the piercing. He used his other hand to splay the lips of her cleft, exposing her slit. Riley squirmed, but couldn’t close her thighs. As he rolled the pink bead, he noticed how it swelled and turned a delicious deep red hue. At the same time moisture started leaking in a steady stream from her quivering slit.

Even though Riley bit her lip, he could hear the breathy pants she attempted to repress. Her pupils were also dilated, and her cheeks heated. The gorgeous flush travelled down her chest. Even her bound breasts were turning pinker. Cyprian liked the sight of her blunt teeth biting down on her full bottom lip. He felt the lingering sting where she’d bitten him earlier, and wanted to groan.

“This gives you pleasure, doesn’t it?” he husked.

Riley glared at him while saying nothing.

Cyprian was determined to pull the admission out of Riley. Her refusal, tested his patience and stirred the part of him he attempted to repress. His frustration mixed with his building ardor, shoving his better judgment aside.

“Your body doesn’t lie or withhold the truth,” he informed her.

Cyprian pressed one index finger into Riley’s wet channel, as the other continued to manipulate her swollen nub. He smiled when Riley’s sheath constricted around his finger in a fluttering motion.

He licked his lips as the scent of Riley overwhelmed him. He just needed one taste, then he’d release her, even though she hadn’t answered him.

Just one taste.

Cyprian swiftly moved, wedging his head between Riley’s open legs. His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her open. He dipped his tongue into her well, and her sweet flavor exploded on his tongue. Riley bucked but couldn’t evade his marauding mouth.

Her pants turned into moans when he drew his tongue up the length of her slick cleft and licked her swollen bead of flesh. He sucked the turgid nub into his mouth, and toyed with the metal bar. Her breathy moans turned to gasps when he delved his fingers into her slit and began stroking in time with his assault on her sensitive button. The sexy sounds encouraged him, and he picked up the pace.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Riley started to chant. Her voice getting deeper and more drawn out with each exclamation.

Cyprian felt evil as he worked to stimulate both of Riley’s pleasure centers. She was too tempting, squirming beneath him, making such delicious sounds. He could tell the wild little manx was hurling toward a powerful release, and he was eager to experience it. Cyprian had never known a female to be so responsive and wet. The nectar kept spilling from Riley’s body as he fingered her faster and deeper. Cyprian twisted and curled his fingers in her clasping wet channel, while flicking his tongue over her flesh.

When Riley keened, he froze and looked up at her face. She was arched off the bed, straining in the bonds that coiled around her torso. Her restrained hands clenched and unclenched on thin air. Her whole body was rigid like a statue dedicated to ecstasy.

Stunning.

Cyprian had to be a part of the wild beauty in front of him. He had to possess her. To own her. Cyprian was stretched along the length of Riley in less than a heartbeat, caging her in his arms. His shaft pushed past the quaking muscles of her channel. He twisted his hips, working his girth into her spasming sheath.