Page 12 of Deadly Maiden (Dragons and Darkthings #1)

Wyntre

Kissing upside-down is hot but my neck’s about to crack. This dragonshifter’s tongue is almost in my throat when I try to stand to wriggle around into a better position. He growls at me but maybe gets why I’m wriggling, and he ends up in front of me.

Better. Still hot.

He keeps his hold on my neck with that huge hand that nearly meets at the back and presses me backward. Huffing, groaning, I’m reveling in this world where our bodies are intimately close, finally. Everywhere is tingling, arousal sweeping in, prickling at nerve ends.

I can touch him everywhere I can reach. The hard line of his jaw as he consumes me with that mouth. His neck, his shoulders. Already, I’m addicted to these shoulders that are hard as mountains. His hair that rustles as I ruffle fingers through it.

I open my legs, and he steps in, shoving between them, spreading me further. Still kissing. This feels like a forever kiss, a kiss that says we are now together.

What’s there, at his crotch is impossibly rigid and impossibly big.

He takes one of my hands and places it on himself, wraps my fingers around him. Only a thin layer of cloth separates my hand from his cock.

“You want this, Wyntre Diamond?” he says, kissing down my jaw to my neck. Which is unfair because how could I refuse when he’s doing that? Frissons of lust ricochet down my backbone, flowering into a need to fuck.

To get what’s in my hand inside me.

Fumbling, panting into his shirt, I fit my hand partway around the shaft where it’s tight against the fly of his breeches. “Mmm?” is all I manage to say, but when I raise my head, my eyes are pleading.

Gods, I do want this. While I’m squeezing his cock, marveling at the size, he stands up. I’m clinging to him, mounted on him, my legs locked about his hips. Our mouths meet, again we hungrily take from each other.

“Down,” he commands gruffly, pausing the kiss. “So I can get these off.” He tugs at the waist of my leggings.

I’m doing this, aren’t I? I’ve been wanting him for days, dying for just this, and I’m going to combust if I don’t get him inside me.

I slide down him, start pulling at my leggings, only to find he’s grabbed them. They’re whipped to my knees then shuffled to my ankles along with my panties. As I step from each leg, he removes them fully.

Now I have Rorsyd on his knees before me, his face at my belly button. He’s kissing me there. Lower, lower, he goes. My mouth falls open when I realize where he is aiming for. The ache there intensifies.

He licks me there. Fuck. One big swipe of his tongue as he delves between my thighs with his hand and makes me spread my legs before him. His fingers slide along my slippery cleft to find my entrance. Fingertips dip into me, probing, circling, and I suck in air, thighs quivering, whimpering as he explores, pushing his finger deeper.

That part of me is private. This fae touching me there…it’s shocking all by itself.

Someone else is inside me.

Then he begins to suck.

I’m half naked, and he’s sucking on my clit. Shuddering, I dig both hands into him at shoulder and hair, trying to guide him as he moves that tongue, that luscious hot mouth. When his finger curves inside me, plowing higher, tunnelling into me then out again, I moan.

“ Mmm. So wet. Hear that.” He kisses beside my clit. Then he thrusts in and out, fast, and I can hear, feel, the smacking as his knuckles meet my flesh, the squish as he splits me.

Groaning, I clutch at him, desperately, and shove myself at his mouth.

This fingerfucking is going to get me off all by itself.

Then he laughs and stands, stripping off his own pants while I wait, aching at the loss of his fingers.

But this…what is this? He was not erect when I last saw him naked. What springs free when his pants are removed is awesome, scary, and far too large. My mouth is open in a shocked O .

“That… Won’t. Fit.”

He leans in and kisses me, and I taste myself on him. “Maybe not this first time, not all the way, but we will get there.”

“First time?” I gulp, locking onto his fiery eyes. The blaze in there dances.

“You don’t think you’re getting away from me after only one fuck,” he murmurs to my ear. He picks me up again. “Put your legs around me, where they were before.”

I obey and wrap my arms about his neck, my legs at his hips. Then, I feel his cock probe at me, and the head sink in, edge past the first tightness. I close my eyes. He goes slowly, deliberately stopping, letting me adjust to his girth. I squeak as his cock edges further.

“Your little cunt can take me.” He smiles as he says that.

Cunt is such a filthy word, but with how we are, locked together, him possessing me, it only wraps me up and ties me to him, makes me want him more.

“Fuck me, please.” I’m making small pitiful noises but cannot stop the whimpers, the moans.

He bites my neck, makes me ride him, thrusts in. He cups my breast, having unbuttoned my shirt while I was busy being distracted, being fucked. His thumb brushes over my nipple as I carefully slide myself down him. How much of his cock is there left to go in?

I reach down and find where we join, breathing hard as my fingers circle where his cock enters me. We are one. One filthy fucking beast. When he’s fully in, with my pussy stretched to the utmost, what remains outside me is the width of my hand.

Lots. Lots is left. It’s daunting. “Oh.”

I must sound dismayed, for he answers, “Next time. We shall train you to take it.”

We shall. I’m flustered but…wow. Training to take his cock? I think, no I know , that I like that idea.

He pulls out, rams in. My eyelids flutter, my eyes roll up. My hand slides wetly on his hip.

He’s inside me. Fucking me. Will this ever be normal? Overcome, I feel myself open around him as he tunnels in then pulls almost all the way out, and I’m gauging where he is, feeling everything. When the head of his cock opens me … Gods.

With finger and thumb, he works at my nipple, gentle but perfect, as he thrusts and withdraws, and… I gape at his hand and clutch at him, caught in that moment. Just like that, it blows me over the edge. I tense then shudder as a climax hurtles in, blitzing my mind with spasms of pleasure.

I’m gasping. My pussy squeezes, clamps down, pushing out dribbles of my wetness.

“I’ve got you.” He hitches me higher, waits while I recover, only moving in the smallest degrees, inching into me, pulling out.

“Go.” I bite my lip, falling into him, letting him hold me.

Then he plows into me again, again. Again.

And the pleasure is…all…there…is. It echoes outward, blossoming. Whatever is in the world beyond us, gone. I’m his and his alone, being taken, consumed by this time we have.

When I look up, the awesomely full sensation in my pussy is paired with him skewering me with his gaze.

“More,” I grunt as the next thrust goes an inch deeper than before.

“Your wish is my command.”

Then he rocks his hips, pulls me into him with his hands about my ass, and rams in, repeatedly.

Every time he thrusts, the force makes a slap of skin on skin. I’m seeing the insides of my eyelids when he bites my shoulder. His teeth wedge there on a chunk of muscle, as if he will never let me go, while he grips my ass.

At each shunting drive of his cock I’m grunting and whimpering. I’m falling apart, slightly destroyed. I want more. He might not be completely inside, but I want this, even if I’m going to split, or come, or maybe I’ll simply explode.

I lace my arms about him at neck level and hitch in a breath, wondering if I dare to say this.

I whisper, “Harder.”

He obliges, spearing in, just, far, enough.

Fuck. I angle myself toward him.

Another thrust, another, and I’m clawing at his back. No. But yes. Yes, yes. I choke out a cry as he bangs in and sends me spiraling. With a final short drive, he curses, and I tip over the edge. I burst into oblivion, shuddering, clutching at him. My pussy is tight and pulsing when he, too, climaxes.

The spill of his dragonshifter come seems endless, and the building pressure fucks with my head and triggers another orgasm.

I’m panting, face buried on him, my upper lip curling and rolled against his skin, as he walks us to the log and sits.

He hugs me to him, while still inside me. I feel the swell of his cock within, his arms around me, the weight of him surrounding me and his chin on my hair. This is bliss.