Page 34 of The Midnight Arrow

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Page 34 of The Midnight Arrow

I arched my back so we pressed together again, and he let out a low groan.

“Yes, I want your cock.”

“Good,” he whispered, his eyes appearing to burn brighter. I knew he was something different. So why wasn’t I afraid of him? Even when I caught ripples of magic over his skin, even when I’d felt his magic in his kiss, why hadn’t I been afraid then?

That gaze roved down my body, drinking me in. He reached forward to pinch one of my nipples gently, just as the heat of his cock met my entrance. He used it to tease me, and even on the heels of that incredible orgasm, I found myself tensing with anticipation and impatience.

“I wanted this to be slow,” he told him, sinking into me a couple inches, making me gasp. “I wanted to take my time with you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t want you to take your time,” I said, the tone of my voice practically a whine. I pushed myself up onto my elbows to get a better view, and Lorik’s hand cupped my breast fully. “Lorik,please!”

“Oh, I like that,” he purred, sinking into me a few more inches. I felt the burning stretch. He was incredibly—for lack of a better word—huge. And it had been a long time for me. “You begging.”

Maybeslow is better,I couldn’t help but think, huffing as I forced my muscles to relax to take more of him.

“Don’t get used to it,” I shot back. Lorik let out a husky laugh before he seemed to hold his breath, sliding deeper…and deeper.

Gods, how big was he?

Finally, there was nowhere else for him to go, and I looked up at him with parted lips and half-lidded eyes.

Blood was seeping through the bandage already, but I would take care of him later. He came down on top of me, the heat of his body and the delicious weight of him pressing meinto the mattress. He stole another kiss, passionate and almost possessive, as he was seated deep inside me, giving me a moment to get used to his size.

“Mmm, I’m high on your blood and your pussy, my beautiful little witch. There’s nothing better than the way you make me feel,” he whispered against my lips. His naughty words stoked the fire burning inside my belly, and he groaned when I squeezed around his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good, Marion.”

“Lorik,” I pleaded.

“You want to come again?”

“Yes!”

Another chuckle that lit my blood on fire. “Very well.”

The first hard thrust had me crying out, the room swaying with the overwhelming sensation of delicious friction and pleasure. The second had me scrambling for his shoulders, trying to keep myself in place as the strength of him nearly flung me off the bed. The third and fourth and fifth thrusts had me moaning out his name, digging my fingernails into his back.

Nothing felt as good as him inside me. I understood what he’d meant before.

Our lips met in the chaos of our lovemaking. Warm and comforting, the kiss anchored me to him, my beacon in the storm. Lorik was needful. Strong. Incredibly so. Part Kylorr—I could feel that infamous strength buzzing under his skin. I knew he was holding himself back in fear of hurting me…but I wanted him to give it all to me. His aggression, his desire.

“Let go,” I said against his lips, repeating the words he’d said to me. “Let go for me, Lorik.”

He groaned, the sound pulled from him harshly. His breathing was labored, both our chests damp from perspiration, and the sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room with an erotic, arousing beat. Like music.

I could feel when he gave himself to me fully. Every measured thrust nearly stole my breath, but I relished the ferocity of him, the wildness.

“Made for me,” he growled.

I clenched around him, the pressure from his pelvis stimulating my clit. And the fact that he felt too good inside me. His cock. His voice. His words. I was going to come again…but I wanted him to follow me.

“Close,” I gasped out. “Don’t stop.”

His pace quickened. Even though I didn’t think it possible, he slid even deeper, filling me to the brim, more full than I’d ever been before.

His head dropped, and I tilted my head back to avoid his horns, the tip of one brushing my jaw. His lips found my breast. I thought he was going to suck on my nipple again, maybe take it between his teeth. Until…

“Oh gods,” I choked out, feeling his fangs slide deeply into the upper flesh. He began tofeed. “Lorik, I’m going to?—”

My orgasm came at me quickly and suddenly. The sucking pull of his feeding, the wicked pleasure and unexpectedness of it, hurtled me off the edge, and I cried out with a breathless gasp, my back arching off the bed, all the muscles in my legs and abdomen tightening.




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