Page 69 of Burn for Her
Lena tensed, her breathing labored, and he felt her inner walls tense again. He pulled out before she could come.
She asked for edging in that club, and he hadn’t forgotten it.
“Dorian, please!” Lena was now sweating and shaking.
She asked for this. Not him.
He was merely her servant tonight.
“Dorian, please!” Lena unraveled in his bed and clawed the sheets. She dug her fingers into his pillow when he said, “Hold still,” and braced herself.
The bed shifted, his weight no longer causing the mattress to dip.
Cool air hit her ass and damned if she didn’t almost start crying. This wasn’t what she expected to have happen between them. Not his forceful commands. Not his dominating grip. And not his—
She whimpered incoherent pleas into the pillow when Dorian shoved an ice cube inside her.
“Stay. Still,” he ordered again.
She tried. Damnit, she tried, but then his mouth latched onto her pussy and he sucked. Her clit was already a throbbing, sensitive time bomb and when used his wicked tongue on her, Lena felt another glorious orgasm barrel down the tracks to run her over.
He pulled back again and she heard the ice cube crush in his mouth as he ate it. No, no, no! Lena felt unraveled and completely out of control. A hot ache seared her core. Tears streamed down her face. She needed another release so bad, her head spun with the desperation for it.
Was this… was this even a smidgeon of what Dorian’s blood curse was like? To long for something so fiercely and not find it. To have a temporary satisfaction that did nothing to truly soothe the ache in his soul? This seemed like a piss poor comparison, but it hit home for her. Lena lifted from the mattress, obeying the whims of her lover’s touch. “Dorian.” She swiped her tears away. “Please… let me fall.”
He’d had her on the cliff of pleasure so long now, it was starting to hurt. This was exactly like how every night had been by herself, alone with her fingers and desperate attempts to find release. So close and yet… nothing.
She’d sell her soul to get this release.
“You asked for this.” He rolled her hips back, so her ass was in the air again. “You wanted to be edged.”
She did. He was right.
“I need you,” she said without thought.
Dorian froze… “It’ll pass.”
The coldness in his tone was lined with a razor-sharp edge to it. He was giving her a taste of what a night would be like with a mate. It made this feel too final, too fast, too frightening. Lena refused to acknowledge the instincts in her gut. This can’t end. This can’t be all there is.
“I want to bury myself inside you.” He licked up her spine, making her arch from the trail-blazing heat of his tongue.
“Do it.” Her heart was a wild thing in her body, clashing everywhere. “Take me Dorian. Even… even if you won’t keep me. Take me tonight.”
He made a strained sound in response. She shivered when he caressed her sides. She couldn’t feel her bruises anymore. Couldn’t feel anything but Dorian. Then he grabbed her hair and twisted it into a rope around his hand. His gaze was pure fire. “Are you sure?”
Tears stung the backs of her eyes because this torment was going to linger in her, soul-deep, and would hurt like hell later. How long had she searched for her place in this world? How long had she hunted acceptance? The darker her days became, the more violent her nights.
Was she going to forever be in a state of lonely suspense?
Her thoughts shattered when the blunt tip of Dorian’s cock rubbed against her clit. “Answer me, Lena. I need to hear you say it. Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
Then her mouth opened in a silent scream as he pressed the head of his cock to her opening and began pushing his way inside. “So wet.” He pushed a little more, retreating then pushing more inside each time. “That’s it… fuck, you’re tight.” He bottomed out and Lena gasped. He filled her, stretched, and stroked her.
She nearly came again at the thought. Greedy, Lena tried to shove backwards to make him move.
“Easy.” He held her hips steady. “We need to go slow until you adjust to my size. I don’t want to hurt you.”