Page 36 of Scars of the Sun

Instead, Río walked us further into the fairly spacious room that was a combination of kitchen and living area. He sat us on a couch, slow and controlled when I felt like I wanted to just pull him under my skin, to live there always.

Jesus.

He broke the lock of our lips to kiss down my neck and start sucking, as if he already knew that it would send me into high, trembling mewls and shifting on his lap. His hands continued to squeeze my ass and keep me pressed to him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned into my neck, “you’re so—fuck,” he almost sounded frustrated.

Which made two of us. My body was aching for him in a way that I’d never felt with anyone before. To have him inside of me. We’d made each other come multiple times at this point, but it was like the base, animalistic part of me was done waiting to betaken. “Plea—want you.”

“Yeah, baby? What do you want me to do?” He moved his hands up my sides and between our bodies, finding my nipples that were almost too sensitive against the fabric of my bra and sweatshirt. Río used his thumbs, still sucking hickeys on my neck, to flick and rub the sensitive points.

I whined, hands buried in his hair and rubbing over his cock that was hard between my legs. “Need you inside of me.Now.”

He pulled back, and through my haze, I saw him staring with half-lidded eyes and lips parted. The scent of our desire swelled even higher, staring at each other, and my skin felt almost too hot for comfort. He palmed my hips and tugged on the belt loops of my shorts. “Then take these off for me, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

Wouldn’t say that I scrambled off of his lap to take off my shorts and panties, but it was quick work to unbutton, unzip,and shove everything off from the waist down. I couldn’t even be bothered to make a show for him or even think about slowing down to do so.

And by the way he reached in his back pocket before unfastening his own jeans, he was just as hungry for me, too. He fished out a condom from his wallet and pulled his cock out.

The light in the apartment was low, but I could perfectly see it, long and thicker than I would’ve guessed. My mouth watered, remembering what it tasted like and how that piercing felt against my tongue. Río pumped his fist, causing precum to bead and start running down the shaft.

It was ridiculous what this shifter was doing to me, but while he turned his attention to opening the condom wrapper, I swiped my finger through the trail of precum before popping it in my mouth. I sucked the salty bitterness off of my skin, watching Río as he rolled the condom on. What would it be like to have him bare inside of me? The thought of it made me squirm impatiently, letting out another pathetic noise.

“Get the fuck over here, Princess,” he ordered, and, for once, I didn’t object.

We were both breathing harshly, fighting the urge to completely tear into each other, but?—

I wanted it,I did, but what if it hurt? Or I wasn’t good at it, or—I tried to shake the thoughts away, but the closer I got to finally having him, the panic set in. Any sexiness I’d mustered in my mind as Río kissed me was gone in an instant as I hovered over his lap. His hands held my hips firmly, yet even with his claws poking into my skin, there was a lightness, like a gentle caress on the edges.

My hair was a mass around both of our heads, and I knew that he could hear my heartrate jackrabbiting in my chest. My fingers clenched tighter on his shoulders, in time with my breaths as I tried to fight off tears.

“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted, and half of the weight on my chest disappeared. My eyes had slammed shut at some point. And if I just continued to not breathe, maybe the despair wouldn’t come back twofold like I was so accustomed to.

It took a moment, after I realized I wasn’t going to combust from sheer embarrassment, for me to calm and tune back into the room. To the couch that Río and I sat on.

I opened my right eye first, focusing in on his nose because that seemed like the easiest thing. When he still wasn’t pulling away or trying to push me off, I forced open my left eye and took in the bottom half of his face. The light streaming in from the apartment windows was more than enough for me to see a muscle ticking along the angle of his jaw. Gaze jerking upward, I was immediately sucked in to those black eyes. Although, now, there was a yellowing at the edges, more than I’d seen before.

A steel grip took my chin, though I was close enough to his face anyway. Río sat up straighter, taking me with him, and if I hadn’t caught the thick scent of a fresh wave of arousal, I would’ve thought he was upset with me, his gaze was so intense.

“If you don’t want to do this, Ramona, tell me now.”

I didn’t answer. My mind was particularly aware of the tension in my thigh muscles, but I didn’t relax onto his lap or get off altogether. Wanting this wasn’t the issue. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have came over in the first place. Certainly wouldn’t have taken off my shorts.

Río’s eyes didn’t flinch from mine for a second, probably taking in more than I even knew myself. But that was okay. I just needed someone to hold it for a while. For him to know and to continue to see me.

His lips were on mine, tongue taking over my mouth and forcing past the hesitation. My short fingernails dug further into his skin, but his claiming was good. Necessary.

When Río parted our mouths, claws still prickling on my face, he spoke in a low voice that was halfway a snarl. “You say that shit to me again, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it gentle.”

My knees scooted even further apart, and I reached down to steady his cock at the base. Río’s chest heaved, and when the tip met the warmth of my skin, his lips parted to reveal the deadly tips of his fangs.

Even with the condom on, the hard press of his piercing added an element of friction I’d never felt with the things I’d bought and tried on myself. I gasped as I slid down, stretching over the hot press of him. My head tucked into the side of his face, afraid that he’d see the nerves and pleasure and strain rushing back and forth within me.

I bit hard at my bottom lip when it felt like I couldn’t take any more. The real thing was so different from cold silicone, and what would he say when I admitted that it was too much? Would he call off everything and pull out? Would he say ‘fuck it’ and make it hurt? My chest rose and fell in blustery pants as I tried to take another inch and was met with an answering burn.

“You feel so good, Ramona. My beautiful princess, relax for me, okay?” his breath tickled the curve of my neck.

I released my fingers from his shoulders and twined my arms around him instead. Hiding or clinging or both, but the tumbling roll of his voice brought a soothing warmth that cascaded from my ear down my spine.

“That’s it, relax and open up for me.” Another whimper trailed out from my parted lips and curled around his loose hair. I forced a deep breath, to take in Río’s scent and do as he said. That’s all Ihadto do.