Page 33 of Naga General’s Mate (Nagas of Nirum #2)
Brivul
Brivul led Mila back into their palace suite, the cool marble beneath their feet a stark contrast to the warmth that crackled between them. The moonlight followed them, casting a silver glow over the opulent room, but Brivul had eyes only for his mate.
He guided her to the edge of the large four-poster bed, its curtains billowing softly in the night breeze. Mila’s green eyes met his, a mixture of trust and desire that made his chest swell with primal satisfaction. He was her protector, her mate, and soon, he would be her greatest pleasure.
With a gentle touch, he undid the sash of her robe, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulders. The fabric whispered to the floor, pooling at her feet and leaving her gloriously naked before him. His gaze raked over her, taking in the delicate curves and valleys of her body, each inch more precious than the last.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.
Mila’s cheeks flushed, her eyes dropping before meeting his once more with a spark of defiance. “And you, Brivul, are still dressed.”
With a chuckle that held an edge of raw need, Brivul shed his robe, revealing the hard evidence of his desire for her. His members sprang free, thick and ready, and he watched with satisfaction as Mila’s eyes widened, her breath hitching ever so slightly.
He laid her down on the bed with him, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her skin. Starting at her lips, he kissed his way down her body, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her skin beneath his lips and tongue. Her soft moans and the way her fingers tangled in his hair spurred him on.
“Mila,” he growled against her stomach, his hands skimming up her thighs, “I want you to straddle my face. I want to taste you, to feel you lose control because of my tongue.”
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes dark with need. “And what will you have me do while I’m… straddling your face?”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “I want you to take me in your mouth. I want us to pleasure each other, to be so wrapped up in each other that nothing else exists.”
For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze flickering between his eyes and the hard lengths of him. Then, with a determined nod, she moved to obey, positioning herself over his mouth as he lay back against the pillows.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her down until he felt the heat of her against his lips. His long tongue darted out, tasting her, and she gasped, her body shuddering above him. At the same time, she wrapped her small hand around his primary member, her touch tentative at first but then growing bolder as she took him into her mouth.
The dual sensations were exquisite torture. The taste of her and the feel of her lips around him, the soft sounds of pleasure she made as he explored her with his tongue—it was almost too much. His scales rippled with the effort of holding back, of not letting himself be swept away by the overwhelming tide of pleasure.
“Mila,” he murmured, his voice muffled by her body. “Take your pleasure from me. Let me hear you.”
And she did, her cries growing louder, more desperate, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He felt her tightening around his tongue, her body coiling, and with a final flick of his tongue, she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As her orgasm subsided, she released him from her mouth, her body collapsing beside him on the bed. Brivul turned to her, his own need pounding through his veins, and gathered her into his arms.
He claimed her lips once more, his body poised above hers, ready to make her his in every way possible. Her skin was warm against his, the scent of her arousal mingling with the musk of his own need.
“Mila,” he said, his voice a low growl, “I need to be inside you.”
She nodded, her breath coming in short, eager pants. He positioned himself at her entrance, the slick heat of her welcoming him. Slowly, he entered her, his girth stretching her and claiming her as his own. Her gasp of pleasure-pain was music to his ears, a testament to their perfect fit.
He began to move, each stroke a promise, each withdrawal a tease. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body arching to meet his, an unspoken demand for more. He indulged her, increasing his pace, the sound of their joining flesh a symphony of raw desire.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “So tight, so perfect.”
Her response was a moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensations. Brivul felt the coiling tension within her, a storm about to break, and he knew he was the only one who could calm the tempest raging inside his mate.
He shifted his angle, targeting the spot he knew would send her over the edge. Her body bucked, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning.
The feel of her climax triggered something primal within him. With a guttural growl, he withdrew from her warmth and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind in one powerful thrust, the new position allowing him to go deeper, to claim her more completely.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers leaving marks on her creamy skin as he set a fierce pace. Each stroke was a testament to his need, his desire to possess her, body and soul. Mila met each of his thrusts with an eagerness that drove him wild, her cries of pleasure spurring him on.
“This feels so good,” she gasped, her body tightening around him as another orgasm began to crest.
The admission was all Brivul needed to send him hurtling over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his member pulsing as he spilled his seed. The force of his orgasm was blinding, a rush of sensation that obliterated all thought, all reason.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Brivul rolled onto his side and took Mila with him, unwilling to break their intimate connection just yet.
As their breathing slowed and their heartbeats returned to normal, Brivul pressed a gentle kiss to Mila’s temple. “You are more than I ever could have hoped for,” he said, his voice soft with awe and wonder.
Mila turned in his arms, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. “And you, Brivul,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion, “are more than I ever dreamed possible.”
Their lips met in a tender kiss, a silent vow of their shared future. As Brivul held Mila in his arms, he knew he would protect her, cherish her, and love her with every fiber of his being.
He soon pulled the silk sheets over their bare bodies, savoring the way Mila curled against him. Her skin was warm and soft against his scales, fitting perfectly in the curve of his body.
“I love you, Mila,” he murmured, his deep voice but a whisper. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, feeling the slight shiver that ran through her body at his touch.
She lifted her head, her green eyes meeting his with an intensity that made his heart race. “I love you, too, Brivul.” Her fingers traced his jaw, a touch so gentle it made his chest tight with emotion.
He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between them. The sweet scent of her skin filled his nostrils, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Peace settled over him, a feeling he hadn’t known since before that fateful mission. But this was different—better. This was home.
Their breathing synchronized as sleep claimed them. Brivul felt Mila’s body grow heavy against his, her breath evening out. His eyes grew heavy, but he fought to stay awake just a moment longer, wanting to savor this perfect moment.
Finally, surrounded by the warmth of his mate and the quiet of the night, Brivul allowed himself to drift off, feeling completely and utterly fulfilled for the first time in his life.