Page 49 of Draven

He strips off his own clothes, giving me the first proper look at his body. Damn, the man has muscles on top of muscles. The tips of my fingers tingle, desperate to explore every single inch. And the tattoos… gah. I want to trace the outline of each one with my tongue.

“Turn around,” Draven demands.

I obey instantly, my heart thudding with anticipation. He places the flat of his palm against my upper back.

“Bend over.”

Oh, God.

He covers me with his body, bites down hard on my earlobe, then slips two fingers deep inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked, and not just because you’re filled with my cum. Do you like it rough, Lola? Is that what turns you on?”

Instead of answering with words, I groan, my body reacting hungrily to his touch. All the pent-up grief from losing Kiera spills out into an urgent demand for release—the kind of release Draven freely offers.

I thrust back my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock.

“Not tonight, Lola,” he says, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Although I appreciate the offer.”

My skin heats from his inference. “I didn’t mean?—”

“Sure you did. You’re the type of girl who always says what they mean, even if it’s a non-verbal cue. Don’t worry. You’ll get your wish, but not tonight.”

I moan as he curves his fingers, scraping along the front wall of my vagina, causing my body to buck and tremble. He snakes a hand around my throat, applying pressure until I stand with my back flush to his front.

“I’ve had a taste of your tight little pussy, but it’s nowhere near enough. I hope you don’t need sleep, because I’m going to take hours exploring every single inch of you.” He withdraws his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. “Suck them clean.”

Another soft moan echoes in my throat as I swirl my tongue around his fingers. It’s a first for me to taste myself, but instead of being repulsed like I thought I would be, my arousal spirals.

He buries his fingers inside me once more, and I shake and quiver, my thighs trembling. I’m close. So close.

“Yeah, you are,” he growls.

I said that out loud? I don’t even remember. I’m too lost in the moment, too filled with lust to even know what I’m saying. Draven presses his thumb down hard on my clit, and I shudder, explode, and clamp around his fingers. He tightens his hand around my throat, forcing me to take shallow, gasping breaths. The lack of oxygen makes my climax go on and on until my knees buckle. I’ve never experienced anything like it. The depravity, the savagery, the ecstasy. I shouldn’t like this. And I don’t. I fucking love it.

He tenses his arm around my midriff, holding me upright. “That’s two,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. Pushing my torso onto the mattress once more, he urges my legs apart, grips my hips, and forces me up onto my tiptoes, thrusting forward with a grunt. I gasp, the second time no easier than the first. He stills, running his hand down my spine in long, leisurely strokes.

“Breathe. You’ve got this.”

Gradually, my pussy accommodates his size, stretching around him. He must sense it because he pulls out to the tip before shoving forward again. This time, though, he doesn’t stop. He pounds into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his harsh breaths shallow and rapid.

This angle severely impacts my ability to control anything, forcing me into being nothing more than a passenger on the freight train. When I try to slow things down, he simply increases the pressure on my hips, lifts me even higher until my feet are almost off the floor, and goes faster. Panting, I fist the sheets, the now familiar swell coiling within me.

“God, not again,” I groan.

My body refuses to listen to my plea for mercy as another mind-shattering orgasm tears through me. White dots develop before my eyes, and I ram them shut. There’s more of them now, like my own personal meteor shower. Draven maintains his pace, driving his cock deeper within me. Good God, the man has stamina.

Unbelievably, I feel another imminent climax burgeoning. “I can’t,” I moan. “Please, I can’t.”

“Yes, you fucking can.”

Draven releases one of my hips, reaches around my front, and pinches my clit so hard I cry out in pain.

But the pleasure. Oh, God, the pleasure. There are no gentle waves lapping on the shore, only a great tsunami that destroys everything in its path.

Draven grunts and mutters, “Fuck,” and thrusts once more, then stills, emptying inside me. A few seconds later, he lowers me to the floor, then spins me in his arms until we’re face to face.

“Four,” he says, bending to kiss me. His lips move slowly, almost lazily over mine. The change of pace is welcome, giving my heartbeat a chance to return to a more normal rhythm.

He leans into me and bends me backward until I find myself lying on top of the bed. He crawls after me, kissing my throat, his mouth pausing at the pulse beating over my carotid artery.