Page 38 of The Forsaken Heir

AURELIUS

M y cock ached to be inside her. All I wanted was to make her feel pleasure.

Nothing about this made sense, other than her being so amazing that I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

When I slid my tongue into her for the first time, her taste had sent my mind reeling, and my inner dragon thrashed about in my mind, burning with desire.

“You heard me,” I said, grinning at her. “Do you want me? We can stop.”

Her gaze flicked down to my cock, then back up. “You can’t show a girl something like that and not give her a taste.”

A laugh burst from my lips, and before I could react, she scooted forward and took me into her mouth.

“Shit,” I groaned.

Her tongue glided over my skin, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on the head, her hand working me with fervor. The faintest scrape of her teeth on my flesh and me moaning in pure ecstasy.

I ran my hands through her hair, then tightened my grip and pulled her onto me, thrusting into her mouth.

I’d never been so forceful and needy with a woman, but I couldn’t help it.

Elle had bewitched me, and my animalistic side was coming out.

The dragon wanted to play, and I couldn’t say no.

Elle didn’t flinch or slow down. If anything, she pressed on even faster.

“That’s right, baby,” I murmured. “You’re doing so good.”

Never slowing her rhythm, she tilted her head and looked into my eyes. Those emerald-green irises gazed right into my soul, almost daring me to come, and like a virginal teenager, I almost fucking did. To stop myself from reaching the point of no return, I pulled free of her lips with a faint pop .

Elle pouted at me. “Too much?”

A low growl rumbled in my chest. “You are…” I shook my head in wonder. “A fucking goddess.”

I slid my hands from her hair down to her shoulders and even lower.

Her skin erupted with gooseflesh wherever I touched.

I gripped the sides of her bra and used my shifter strength to snap it in two.

Her breasts swung free, swaying on her chest. The dark brown nipples jutted out, almost begging me to take them into my mouth.

Elle looked down at her torn bra, then back up at me. “Damn. You did say you liked the rough stuff,” she said, reaching forward to stroke me again.

“And you said I didn’t have to be gentle,” I growled. “Is that true?”

She gave me a coy smile. “Let’s find out. Show me what you can do with this. Or is this big guy just for show ?”

Oh, Elle. You have no idea what’s in store for you.

Pushing her back onto the bed, I palmed her breasts and circled her left nipple with my tongue. Elle gasped and moaned, running her hands through my hair as I sucked, licked, and flicked the hard bud of flesh with my lips and tongue.

“Please, Aurelius,” she groaned. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Rising up on my knees, I nudged her thighs apart, looking down at her dripping wet pussy. My cock throbbed and my inner dragon roared at me to take her and make her mine.

“Look at me,” I murmured. “Look in my eyes.”

Elle lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?” I asked.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and rough, because I don’t think I can hold back. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. But, Elle, if it’s too much, say the word and I’ll stop.”

She spread her legs even farther apart and slid a finger over her clit. Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at me under hooded lids.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered.

I muttered a curse as I grabbed my thighs and plunged into her. Fuck, she felt like paradise. Her slick heat enveloped the full length and girth of me.

“Jesus Christ,” Elle cried as I filled her.

This woman meant something to me. What I felt for her was so deep and emotional I couldn’t even begin to describe it. There was no space in my brain to think about it at that very moment, but the thought wedged itself in my mind as I thrust into her.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as I buried myself deep inside her. With each thrust, she let out a whimper of delight, which soon became an open-mouthed silent scream as she came again, her pussy clenching around my cock.

“That’s right,” I whispered as I ran my tongue along her throat. “Take it. Come for me, baby. Come like the good girl I know you are.”

Sweat beaded on her face, and her hair clung to her cheeks and forehead. Her eyes were filled with the same desperate hunger that coursed through me, and she lifted her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. I gazed down at her, completely in awe of her beauty.

“Aurelius, please. Fuck me.”

And so I did. Releasing her hands, I rose up and put her legs on my shoulders, allowing me to plunge even deeper into her with each thrust. We were drunk on each other, high on erotic desire and pent-up frustrations.

I wasn’t sure either of us would have reacted as animalistically were it not for what had transpired at the gala.

Now, all we could do was ride it out and come out the other side exhausted and satisfied.

Hugging her thighs, I rode her, my gaze transfixed on the sway of her breasts with every movement.

God, was there a more beautiful woman in the world than Brielle Laurent?

I doubted it. Her hair splayed around her head like a halo, her eyes never mine.

With the flush on her chest and face and the hitch in her voice as she cried out in pleasure, I could have sworn she was an angel come to life right out of my dreams. Her pussy massaged my cock, and the pleasure I was getting out of her body nearly drove me wild.

Elle grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her throat.

I grinned at her. “It’s like that, is it?” I asked and squeezed gently.

She nodded, her eyes wild with ecstasy. “I’m gonna come again.”

“That’s right, baby.” I smiled with self-satisfaction as her body shuddered violently, and her face went red from the pressure I was putting on her throat.

I was always aggressive in bed. It intimidated or scared the dragons and a few human women I’d been with.

The high-born dragon women thought I was a bit of a freak.

I’d tried for years to suppress it for years.

I’d assumed, as the crown prince, I shouldn’t indulge in my more baser fantasies.

But Elle basked in it, drawing more from me.

I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I guided myself back into her. Elle pressed her face into the sheets and let out a muffled cry. I pounded into her, our skin slapping together. The solid wood bedframe creaked as I lost myself in her.

“Smack my ass,” she whimpered.

Obligingly, I let my hand fall to her right butt cheek with a loud crack .

“Oh god! Again .”

Crack .

“More!”

Crack-crack-crack .

Soon, her ass was a fiery red, my fingerprints standing out in stark contrast against the milky white skin around it. My own orgasm was rapidly approaching, surging forward, sending powerful spasms along my shaft and balls.

“I’m gonna come soon,” I panted. “Can I?—”

“Come in me,” she moaned as another orgasm tore through her. “Come inside me. I want to feel it.”

“Fuck!” I cried out. Her words, her demand , sent me over the edge.

Pulsing waves of ecstasy nearly shattered my mind.

Digging my fingers into her shoulders, I pulled her onto my cock as my cum spilled inside her with such a force it nearly blinded me.

In those few blissful seconds of my release, I realized I’d never felt so accepted or free. I could get addicted to this woman.

I collapsed onto her, my chest sliding over her back. I kissed her cheek and pressed my lips to her ear.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

Elle’s body shook, and for a horrifying moment, I thought she was crying. Terror and agony threatened to shatter me, and I quickly rolled off her, an overwhelming sense of loss filling me. I wanted to stay inside her, connected to her. Had I hurt her?

Then I realized she wasn’t crying, she was laughing.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she said as she shoved her sweaty hair away from her face. “But I’m gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow.”

Sighing with relief, I rose and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up quickly, then wet a wash cloth with warm water and went back to the bed. After I’d cleaned Elle up with long, languid strokes, I pulled a blanket over us and pulled her close.

“I’m going to sleep for a week after that,” Elle said through a yawn.

“That sounds nice,” I said, feeling exhaustion drag at my consciousness. I stroked her neck as I let my heartrate even out, loving the heat of her body on mine.

“I don’t know if I need to ask this after hearing and seeing you, but was that good? Did you enjoy it?” I thought I knew the answer, but still wanted to hear it from her mouth.

She gave a sleepy little chuckle and splayed her hand on my chest. “It was amazing. I’ll probably walk a little weird tomorrow.”

Laughing softly, I pulled her close. Elle nestled her head into the crook of my shoulder and fell asleep within seconds.

A stillness wrapped around us, her deep, steady breaths the only sound.

As my eyes drifted shut, I thought about what kind of life I might have with her.

Could we have a future? She was a wolf, and I was a dragon.

Not only that, but our families loathed each other.

Though her own family seemed to hate her as much or more than they even hated dragons. Could there be more between us? Ever?

Tossing those thoughts aside, I pulled Elle closer and fell into a deep sleep.