Page 68 of Burn for Her
“Would you prefer I take you on your knees next?” He spun her around again and dropped down behind her to grip her hips, positioning her into a bent position with her ass out and face pressed against the wall. Spreading her ass cheeks, he feasted like a man on death row with his last goddamn meal. Lena’s body flushed with heat. He spun her around again, like she was his personal little toy to play with and looked up at her with a hungry gaze. Her jaw was slack, eyes heavy and cheeks red. Dorian dragged his tongue across his teeth, making her tremble with her next exhale.
Next, Dorian leaned in and licked her cunt with a slow drag of his hot tongue. Lena grunted and shoved her pussy further onto his face. He licked at her. Sucked and nipped. Shoving his finger back inside, he hit her g-spot and didn’t stop until she exploded again. He watched her unravel and melt while he feasted.
She slid down to the floor, no longer able to hold herself up.
“Oh God, Dorian,” she cried out and tried to crawl away from him.
“Where are you going?” He grabbed her ankles and flipped her around. If she really wanted to get away, she wouldn’t have spread her thighs as an invitation for him right then. Fuck, she was stunning. Biting back the urge to take her on the floor, Dorian picked Lena up and carried her to the edge of the bed. Forcing her backwards, Dorian kissed her hard and fingered her again, easily coaxing one more orgasm to blast through her starved body. She scratched his arms and back, his body flexed, and goosebumps erupted along his arms while she came again.
“Draw blood next time,” he growled and sucked his fingers clean again.
Lena let out a half-moan, half-growl, and she somehow managed to flip them over and reverse positions. “Careful, Reaper, only one of us is in charge in this position,” she cupped his balls and caressed his cock. “And it isn’t you.”
His laugh quickly turned to a hiss when she sailed down his torso, grabbed his cock, and sucked the tip. “Jesus, woman.”
“Fuck my mouth, Dorian.” She wrapped her lips around his head again, and his goddamn brain glitched. He gripped a handful of her hair and thrust his hips, fucking her pretty mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and he loved it. When he pulled back, she grazed his length with her teeth and his balls tightened. Lena looked up at him, and he swore she was more animal than he was with that predator’s gaze she shot him with. Flattening her tongue, she took more of him down her throat.
He nearly came at the sight of being devoured like that.
But he wasn’t fast with things he enjoyed. No, no, no, Dorian took his time.
Sliding his hand under her chin, he said, “Lick me, don’t suck.” He popped out of her mouth, and he watched her pink tongue twirl playfully along his shaft.
He groaned as she scraped her teeth along his cock again when he slid out of her mouth. “Get up here and ride my face.”
Her round ass was going to wear his handprints before the night was over. Her pussy glistened in the candlelight, all puffy and swollen with need as she crawled up his body shamelessly flushed and eager to obey. Her thighs were thick and muscular. Back toned. His mouth watered while his tongue snaked out to lick her cunt while she sucked him off.
Lena lost her rhythm long before he did. She pitched forward, releasing his cock from her mouth and screamed. Dorian held her steady and gripped both her hips while he feasted on her climax. He maneuvered her around and flipped her over. She was breathless and spent, and they only just started.
“How long since you’ve come?” He dragged his tongue over his mouth to savor every drop. This was nothing but an appetizer. “How long?”
“Months,” she gasped with agony lacing her voice.
“Do you know why?”
“I can’t ever get out of my head,” she rasped. “I can’t make myself come. I can’t ever—”
“I’m the only one who can satisfy you,” he growled against her ear.
It was the truth. When a mate was on the cusp of transition—prime and ripe for turning by their mate—they lost the ability of self-satisfaction. They’d seek some form of release, but it was never between their legs.
Dorian was caught between pity and elation for her. To not be able to reach that sweet climax on her own, or by another’s passionate touch, was a gruesome level of agony.
His beastly side purred with pride and possession. She was his. His. Her orgasms, her cries, her soul, her blood all belonged to him.
Lena. Belonged. To. Him.
For one night, Dorian was going to bask in this victory.
He pressed her head down, “Ass up, Lena. Spread your thighs wider for me.”
Her obedience and trust made him nearly lose control of his impending orgasm. Sliding two fingers into her slick heat, Dorian pumped, hitting that notorious spot to make her scream his name until she ran out of breath again.
It didn’t take long for her thighs to start quivering. At this angle, behind her, he was able to focus on her body and not her veins—the saving grace of this whole operation—and Dorian pulled his fingers out just as her inner walls clamped down.
Lena screamed bloody murder and clawed the sheets. He plunged back in and said, “Don’t you dare come from my hand again. You cream on my cock and nothing else.”
Even his tongue would have to wait for another turn.