Page 28 of Kranow (Brides of the Mylos #4)

Marley peered from around the body that held her as her friends filed past, Steven waggling his fingers in good-bye, Darla with a knowing wink and a saucy grin, and Melissa offering a quick nod. Then they were gone, and she turned her gaze to the male who held her. He gave a soft growl and crashed his lips to hers. She strained against his arms, mewling in want. He loosened his arms to allow her to clamber up, his hands settling against her bottom in support as she wrapped her legs about his waist, wending her arms about his neck.

She felt the small, jolting movements of his stride as he walked them towards the sofa. She broke the kiss, panting against his lips just before he dropped her against the cushioned surface. “ It ’ s been far too long since I claimed you last, ” he growled, feral need turning his eyes reptilian.

“ Yes, ” she whispered, canting her hips towards him. His hands reached down, and grasped the top button of her jeans before pulling down the zipper. She lifted her hips higher, urging him to pull the fabric down over her hips. Hooking his thumbs under the waist of the jeans and her panties, he did so, not stopping until they were completely off, then tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor. He sat her up, pulling off her t-shirt in one swift movement before laying her back once more. His gaze darkened as he realized she ’ d gone braless.

“ They ’ ve been too sensitive to wear a bra, ” she said, following his gaze.

His eyes tracked downwards, his right hand reaching out to cup the now visible gentle swell of her abdomen.

“ Yeah, not much to see there yet, but I think this might be the last week I can squeeze into those jeans. ”

“ You are beautiful, ” he said, straightening himself and beginning to disrobe. “ Let me show you just how much. ”

She drank in the sight of him eagerly, entranced by the play of the light over his muscles as he moved, the flush of color from his emerging scales speaking volumes. Heat pooled in her belly, igniting the flames of her need into an inferno of want. She lifted her arms to him and he came gladly, bracketing her with his arms. His lips descended upon hers once more, and they feasted upon each other ’ s kisses, thrusting against each other, becoming delirious from the friction that was almost, but not quite enough.

After what seemed like an eternity, he unwound her legs from about his waist where they held him pinned. Canting his hips back, he let go of one ankle to grasp his rigid member and bring its swollen tip to her dripping folds.

She moaned in hunger at the feel of the blunt head pressing against her.

Then, in one swift, sharp move, he thrust his length completely inside her.

Electricity danced along her nerves, and she arched her back in an incendiary moment of pleasure and pain as he split her wide. Then it morphed into a hum of pure bliss as he eased partway out and then back in, repeating the short thrusts. She groaned, using her free leg to pull him deeper into her.

He responded by swiveling his hips on the next inward thrust.

She panted, lost to the sensations of his movements, her eyes glued to his as she undulated beneath him, rising up as he retreated, determined to not let him leave her body completely.

He began to vary his onslaught, dragging his cock out until only the tip remained before plunging deep into her depths, then rotating his hips with a surprising gentleness as he made more shallow movements before once more pulling nearly completely out.

She could hear herself uttering begging cries as if they came from a far off distance, but she didn ’ t care. There was only the two of them in this moment, merging as one, their souls intertwining as their bodies locked together with fierce abandon. When the vertigo began to show its hand, Kranow had begun to buck with erratic, wild abandon. The sparks that lit along her nerves shoved her over into the abyss and then she was falling. She was aware of nothing in that moment but pure, unadulterated pleasure, before crashing back down. She had barely come to herself when Kranow gave a few short, hard, thrusts and bared his teeth, his head thrown back as he flooded her with his essence before collapsing onto his upper arms.

Recovering himself, he met her eyes and claimed her lips.

Nothing needed to be said, that language of their bodies having said everything. They lazily savored the taste of each other, his fingers teasing the strands of her hair as he played with them, his hands against her scalp. She closed her eyes, sated and content.