Page 55 of Upon Buried Embers (Upon Buried Embers #1)

Elf

His lips are warm as he devours me. I have no idea what I’m doing, never having been kissed before, but he guides me with his mouth, his tongue pressing against mine. I moan at the feel of him in this new way.

He rumbles, his fingers pressing into the back of my head as he groans like he’s been starving. I whimper and it spurs him on, grabbing me and hauling me up into his body.

My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel his cock, hard and waiting and I’m not scared.

I just want.

For the first time… I want, and I’m not afraid.

“Fuck, Little Whisperer,” he mumbles and takes my lips again. I’m just as eager as he carries me toward the bed.

He lays me down, hovering above me, my hands remaining on his shoulders.

His pupils are wide, that purple so bright and his chest heaves as he lowers himself over me, holding himself up by his hands.

“You’re shaking,” I say breathlessly.

“I’m trying not to hurt you,” he grits out. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

“You have never hurt me, Rohan, you won’t now. I’m not scared.”

“Fuck.” He looks down between our bodies where his tunic that I’m wearing has ridden up to the tops of my thighs.

He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s in pain.

I admire him. The strong set of shoulders, his hard chest, his abdominal muscles and the trail of hair leading down to his very hard, and very large cock. His strong thighs.

I’ve never laid eyes upon something so beautiful. So strong.

Yet with me, he’s so gentle.

“Rohan.” There must be something in my tone, almost needy and his eyes snap to me.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he rasps, nostrils flaring. “I will—”

I pull him down and kiss him, wiggling beneath him.

There’s a fire in my stomach that only he can feed. Pleasure just out of reach, but easy to grab if he just gives it to me.

“Elf.”

“Please, Rohan,” I moan, squeezing him with my thighs. “I ache.” The heat from him is addictive, and I want more.

“You ache?”

“Yes?”

“You ache for me?”

I nod.

He growls, and then the tunic is ripped off me without another word.

I should be self-conscious of my body but I’m not. I’ve put on some weight now, and though my breasts are small, they’re perky, and when he places his mouth over one, mumbling about how perfect they are, I jerk at the sensation, but my fingers soon go to his hair, holding him to me.

“Ahh,” I whimper when he circles my nipple, nipping the side gently.

“There’s no going back from this.” His eyes pierce mine. “Tell me to leave, because once I get between your thighs, once I have a full taste, I won’t be able to stop, understand?”

“I do.”

“No, I don’t think you do, but you will.”

My body floods with pleasure, and I grab onto his arms, nails digging in, impatient for whatever is about to come.

“Hush, now. I’ll make it better.”

He licks up my neck, sucking and kissing at the scars there, like it means something. My hands go to his waist, stroking along his abs. He groans into my neck, biting a little before he descends on my body, licking and kissing.

“So fucking perfect. So tiny. So mine .”

My fingers claw at him and the bed when he trails kisses down my stomach. The sensation is so unusual to me, and wetness coats my thighs as he parts them, and just stares.

“What… what are you doing?” I pant, looking down at him.

“So small,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “Your pretty little pussy is going to strangle me in the best way.” I flush at his words as he takes a deep breath. “But I’ll take care of it. I have to open you up first, okay?”

“O-okay.” I whisper, a little nervous, but one look into Rohan’s eyes, and I relax into the furs.

“Once you’re ready, I can fit inside here.” He touches my opening, and I jolt. “And once I am inside.” He licks that finger, his eyes closed, body shaking at the taste of me. “I’ll never fucking leave.”

Then his mouth is over me, licking and sucking. The sound is obscene, but it builds me toward something as I gasp, my stomach tightening.

“Rohan,” I moan, confused. My breathing picks up, pleasure filling my stomach and my pussy. “I don’t know what this is.”

It feels good. Too good.

He groans into me. “It’s okay, just let go. I have you.”

“What is happening?” I moan, rocking into him, chasing more when a finger enters me on a gasp.

His chuckle is dark and laced with desire. “It’s the first of many, many orgasms, Little Whisperer.” His lips cover my clit, sucking as another finger enters me and I’m soaring.

The longest, loudest moan spills from me as my whole body tingles, toes curling. I almost feel dizzy for a moment as I slump back against the bed.

“Gods.”

“Just me,” Rohan says. “Just a Dragonbond who’s about to take his most precious prize.” He licks around my opening. “So wet. So needy.” He groans. “You have no idea how good you taste, do you?” I think I shake my head, and then fingers are parting my lips, eyes dark. “Have some.”

I wrap my lips around them and suck, and the groan he lets loose is feral.

“Let’s add another finger.” I feel pressure at my opening again, and then another finger is inside me, the wet sound reaching my ears as he thrusts gently.

“Fuck, so tight. Has anyone been here, Elf?”

He knows the answer to that already.

“Answer me,” he bites my thigh, eyes so possessive capturing me.

“No.”

“So good at following orders. I’m the only one?” Another finger.

How many now? I don’t even know. I want him to burn me alive in the best way.

“Y-yes,” I gasp, thighs trembling.

“Fuck, look at what you do to me.” I peel my eyes open and look at the desire on his face, but he shakes his head and looks down. “No, look at my cock.”

I gingerly lift up onto my elbows, my arms shaking.

He’s so hard the tip is an angry red, and it’s dripping with precum.

“I did that?” I ask breathlessly.

“Only you have ever gotten me this hard. Can you see how much I want you? Need you? If I don’t get inside you in the next second I’m going to lose it, and then it’ll hurt.

And you’ll cry. I don’t want that, so tell me, Little Whisperer,” he hisses as my pussy squeezes his fingers.

“Tell me I can come inside you.” His fingers work in and out of me faster, and I drop back down, moaning.

“Tell me before I lose my fucking mind.”

“Please Rohan, I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck!” he growls, and then he’s holding me up by the back of my neck with one hand that’s shaking as much as I am. “You will watch as you take me.”

My hands rest on his shoulders as nerves rise. “Will you fit?”

“I’ll make it fit. Now. Watch as you undo me.”

I look down as he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance. He’s so wide as he presses in, and I wiggle, whimpering with impatience.

I want this.

And I want to want this and I need to have it, even if it’s once, even if this is the last time I’m allowed it.

“Rohan.” My fingers dig into his shoulders as he hits something inside of me, a barrier.

“Stop saying my name, I’m barely holding onto control.”

My eyes flick up to him and his chest is heaving, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he stares between us. But he’s taking too long. I need him inside me.

“Rohan."

“Stop.”

“Rohan, please.”

“Not another fucking word,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

“I need you inside me, I need to feel you, I need you to fill— ahh.” I gasp as he does just that, pressing into me on a rough groan until his hips meet mine and pain spears through me, but that’s not why I’m crying.

I got what I wanted.

For the first time in my life, I got what I wanted.

“I told you, didn’t I?” He wipes a tear as I stare up at him, his body trembling. “Fuck.”

“Keep going. More, Rohan. Please.”

“I hurt you.” A look of regret passes over his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Please.”

We lock eyes.

“I want this, please let me have this.”

“Gods, you undo me,” he grits out, and then sits back on a growl, pulling out of me and slamming back in, jostling my whole body.

I groan.

“I told you to stop and you didn’t.” Thrust. “I told you to stop calling my name and you fucking didn’t.

” Thrust. “Now I won’t be able to stop.” Thrust .

Thrust . Thrust . “Fuck, I can’t stop,” he groans, the grip on my neck tightening as I whimper and scratch at him.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight. You have no idea how good you feel around me. Let’s get all of me in there.”

The pain slowly lessens with each thrust, and pleasure washes over me, my body tightening and tingling all at once.

He’s hovering over me now, one hand pulling my leg up higher, and on the next shift of his hips, it does something inside of me and I choke out a moan.

“That’s it, good, little Elf, relax for me, let me in deeper. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to be as deep as possible?”

I nod mindlessly, the pleasure swooping through my stomach, my body tingling.

“Yeah you do, come on, take more of me,” he slides out before thrusting even deeper. “That’s it, a little more. That’s all of me now. You took all of me. What a brave girl you are.”

I did that. My body took all of him.

“Fuck, I can see your blood on my cock. Proof that you’re mine.”

“Oh Gods.” I whimper.

“Let it happen.” He grunts. “I feel you tightening around me. Can you feel that? Are you going to come on my cock this time? Are you going to let me have all of you in a way no other has?” Dark and possessive desire drips from his every word. “Like you have all of me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, sweat making my hair stick to the side of my face and neck.

“Give it to me, then. Fuck, I can’t hold…

. Fuck.” He picks up the pace as he sits up, hands clutching my hips.

He drags my body back and forth, using me for his pleasure and for some reason, seeing his face full of desire, watching as he tips his head back on a groan, my body tightens, and then releases. “Gods fucking dammit!”

Stars explode behind my eyes, my body feels like it’s floating as Rohan continues to slide in and out of me. He groans deeply, and I watch in a daze as he stills, jaw clenched, and then I feel it.

Heat pours into me with each of his shallow thrusts, his hands tightening so hard on my hips that I’m sure I will have bruises from them. But as he opens his eyes and moves above me, never once removing his cock, he kisses me, and I don’t care. He soon starts to thrust again.

“I will never get enough. You’ve woken a beast and now he needs sating.”

“So let me,” I moan, my hands going to his hair. “Let me sate the beast.”