Page 112 of House of Ashes
He gently pushed the shirt I wore up, revealing all of me. His lips tickled my sensitive scales, drawing a gasp from me as his head ducked lower, tongue tracing the curve of a breast until he took my nipple in his mouth.
“Rhylan, I’m not…I haven’t…”
Sharp teeth grazed the hardening nub, sending prickles of desire over my body in a wave that took my breath away.
“I know. I won’t hurt you.” His mouth roamed further, moving to my other breast and teasing me with teeth and tongue, groaning low in his throat when he felt the peak harden on his tongue.
My body seemed out of my control, moving against him in a natural, primal way. Wrapped in the comforting sense of darkness, giving up shame and fear, I let it have its way.
My back arched towards him, legs opening, and he settled between my legs. He kept my hands pinned above my head, but I tore loose from his grasp, letting out a snarl of my own.
“Let me touch you.”
Moving tentatively, like this was a dream I would shatter if I allowed myself to be too eager, I raked my claws through his hair, letting myself luxuriate in the sensation of thick curls under my hands. Then I allowed them to roam further, moving over the heated scales on his shoulders, finding smooth flesh.
When my fingers touched one of his round, knotted scars, he rose up, nipping the skin on my belly. “Not there. Let me take care of you first. So you can see it’s not all pain.”
His cock pressed against my inner thigh, hot and silky, big enough to worry me. He knew I had never done this before, and I trusted Rhylan not to hurt me, but…I couldn’t hide my unease.
But he gripped my waist, holding me in place as his mouth kissed a slow, sensuous trail over the contours of my stomach, moving lower and lower...anxiety took me in clawed hands, digging in deep.
“Rhylan, I can’t—”
“You can and you will.” His tongue laved my lower belly, sending another wave of heat coiling through me, and then he ducked his head down.
His soft tongue parted my lips, slipping over my clit in a smooth, slow spiral.
My hips bucked, a cry escaping me before I could leash it.
“What is that—”
“Shhh. Let me show you what can happen, Sera.”
Rhylan’s hands shifted to my hips, his nails on the verge of becoming claws. Pinpricks dotted my flesh as he adjusted his grip, keeping me firmly seated and splayed before him.
“I told you that you’d be fucking delicious,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
This time, as his tongue swept over the sensitive bud of nerves, I was a little more prepared. My hips jerked again, but his claws kept me in place, a slave to the torrent of heat that rushed through me.
My breath came in short gasps, my claws digging into the mattress as he wrapped his lips around me and sucked, the heat and wetness becoming almost too much to bear.
His tongue dipped into me, letting me catch my breath, and then he ran it over my clit again, curling around and laving over the tingling nub with a rough stroke. The feel of his breath panting against me, the dark, masculine groans of need, made my hips rise against him, meeting him with my own relentless craving.
I slid my fingers through his hair, gripping a handful as he gave another harsh, panting stroke, his own hunger growing—this was the meaning of fucking, the raw primal need of it, something I’d never given into before.
And when he sucked again, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, I came undone.
The pinpricks in my hips became sharp, bright points of pain as he gripped me, refusing to let me writhe away from him, my muscles straining as I shattered and came together and shattered again.
When my muscles had stopped fighting, he retracted his claws, cheek pressed to my thigh.
“Let me…let me do that to you,” I gasped hoarsely, but Rhylan kissed the cleft between my legs, stalking over me again like a hunter with cornered prey. His cock, already hard and ready, swung between his tree-trunk thighs, and my center clenched with anticipation.
“Like I said, this is about you. So you’ll come for me again and again. I know the first time can hurt.”
“You can’t hurt me.”
He paused, gazing into my eyes like he was searching for something, and I felt the hot, thick shaft press against my wet folds.