Page 36 of Obsession (Warriors of the Drexian Academy #4)

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Kann

A s her body trembled around my fingers, I continued to suck the slick bundle of nerves that my fellow Drexians had talked about with such fervor. When her legs went lax and she gave a final shudder, I slid my fingers from her. Then I sat back and sucked the sweet juices from them.

She moaned again, her eyes on me as she lay on the bed, her mass of silvery hair fanned around her face, which was tipped back, her eyes fluttering and her mouth open. As much as I loved tasting her and feeling her come beneath my tongue, I was not close to done with her.

The holographic simulation might be flashing in and out even more rapidly now, but I did not care. I needed to have all of her. I needed to make her mine, even if it was the last thing I did. Leaning over her, I positioned myself between her knees and lifted her hips. Her eyes were still half-lidded, as I notched the crown of my cock at her slick entrance. She blinked slowly at me and licked her lower lip.

“It was always going to be you,” she said, a breathy sigh slipping from her lips. “Deep down, it was always you I wanted to fuck me.”

This made my cock twitch. Britta had thought about me fucking her? “How did you imagine me taking you?”

Her pupils widened. “Like I belonged to you, like you owned me body and soul.”

My breath hitched at this. I leaned over, holding myself up so that my body brushed hers, the tight points of her breasts grazing my chest. “Tell me more.”

She inhaled a sharp breath, her arms lifting and circling my back. “I thought that we’d have to go slow because of your big cock. Don’t all Drexians have big cocks?”

I pressed the head of my cock inside her with exquisite slowness, using every bit of self-control not to drive myself in without mercy and show her just how big my cock was. “You tell me.”

As I eased deeper, she gasped, her fingers digging into my back.

I paused, the delicious tightness almost making my head swim. “Too much?”

She readjusted her hips, coiling her legs around my waist and letting out a delectable moan. “Not too much. I want more. I want all of you.”

I dropped my head so my lips feathered her earlobe. “You think you’re ready to take all of me?”

Britta made a soft keening sound, arching her back as she nodded.

At her pleading, I thrust fully inside her. Britta clenched her legs around me, as her body tightened around my cock. The sensation of her tight heat clenching my cock made all rational thought abandon me, and I held myself deep as she gripped my back so hard that I was sure she was drawing blood.

“What else did you imagine when you thought of me fucking you?”

She made a hungry noise, twitching her hips beneath me. “I thought you’d be exactly what I thought a Blade and Inferno Force warrior should be—wild, uncontrolled. And I thought you’d make me lose control.”

I growled, the sound rumbling through my chest. “You want to lose control with me?”

Her fingers found my nodes again, and she brushed across their firm heat. “I want to surrender control to you. I want you to do whatever you want to me.” She cut her eyes to the wavering simulation. “Neither of us have anything to lose, right?”

The idea of Britta—disciplined, placid Britta—wanting me to do anything I desired to her sent primal desire ricocheting through my body, and I started fucking her hard. She met each of my firm thrusts with one of her own. Her hands slipped across my sweaty back, her fingernails scoring my flesh and scratching my nodes. The bursts of pain only made the pleasure more intoxicating, and I continued my relentless pace, the sound of flesh slapping flesh and her cries of pleasure masking even the static of the collapsing simulation.

I could hardly believe that the Iron who had not even known how to flirt was taking me so well. “I never thought you would want to be fucked so hard.”

She met my gaze with a fierce one of her own. “Then you don’t know the real me.”

My mind wandered to Zav and the idea of her spreading her legs for the Taori. I’d never been the possessive type. I’d never wanted to possess a female for more than one night before, but Britta had awakened a dormant beast of desire within me. The thought of Zav touching her made fury stoke the heat pooling in my core.

“I would never have let Zav fuck you,” I rasped as I drove inside her.

“No?” Her laugh was throaty and soft, almost teasing.

I gave a rough shake of my head. “I would have fought him for you. I would have fucked you in front of him, if I had to.”

She rolled her head back. “Maybe I would have liked that.”

I knifed up, grasping her by the hips, my fingers biting into her soft flesh. Lifting her ass off the bed, I held her legs wide, thrusting so hard and fast that her breasts bounced with each thrust. Pleasure consumed me like a scorching fire, as her body began to ripple around me for a second time, her hips jerking with each spasm.

I teetered on the edge as I watched pleasure suffuse her face, her mouth falling open. When she screamed my name, I lost all control as ecstasy crashed over me in wave after vicious wave. Thrusting inside her one last time, I threw my head back and roared as I pulsed hot into her.

Collapsing onto the bed next to her, I rolled her on top of me as I tried to regain the ability to breathe. My hand traced the length of her spine down to the small of her back, the rising and falling of my chest lifting her, as well.

“You are not what I expected,” I rasped.

She lifted her head and tilted it at me, confusion wrinkling her brow. “No?”

I shook my head. “You are even better.” Then I smacked her ass lightly. “And significantly naughtier.”

Before she could respond, a pounding on the door made us both go still.

So much for basking in the glow.