“Gods,” I breathed, blindly finding her mouth with mine.
Kissing her deeply, I flicked my tongue over her fang. With a breathy moan, her pussy clamped down on my cock.
Based on how tightly she wrapped those curvy legs around my hips, she really liked that. A lot. I did it again and chuckled when I felt delicate spasms.
“My gods,” she moaned. “You’re going to drive me mad.”
“That’s okay.” I moved against her. “I’m already there.”
Poppy’s arms went around me. I wanted to take it slower this time. Taste every inch of her, but I couldn’t slow myself down. Her nails scored the flesh of my back as I ground against her, loving the rush of wet desire coating my cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted, rearing back and watching my length slide out of her until only the head was still nestled between the pink folds and wisps of red. I lifted my gaze from where we were joined and let it travel over the soft, concave dip of her stomach to the valley between her breasts.
Fuck.
I could almost weep at the sight of the faint scar left behind by the bolt that had nearly stolen her from me. I hadn’t liked seeing it before. But now? I cherished that fucking scar because a patch of smooth, shiny skin marked by the memory of draken blood hadn’t replaced it.
My gaze roamed over the swells of her breasts. They heaved with her fast breaths, and the tight nipples glistened from my earlier kisses. I dragged my tongue over my lower lip and decided I needed to make time for that. I started to lower my head.
“Cas.”
Halting, I flicked my gaze up. She parted her lips enough for the tips of her fangs to show. The pink in her cheeks was such a damn beautiful thing to see.
“I want…” Poppy’s dusky lashes fluttered as the flush traveling across her cheeks deepened. “I want you to…fuck me.”
Stiffening, I groaned. And almost came right there.
It was rare for words like that to slip from her tongue, so there was no hesitation on my part.
“Your wish is my command, my Queen.” Gripping her legs, I broke her hold on me and pulled out.
Poppy whimpered. “How is that—?”
“Patience, my Queen.” I grasped her hip.
“But—”
I rolled her onto her belly, and the sharp rise of her scent screamed her pleasure with the change in position.
My Queen liked it from behind.
Her hips rose as I ran my palms over her sweetly rounded ass. I didn’t think she was even aware of how she presented it to me. My cock twitched as I parted her flesh just enough to hear her gasp. I promised myself then that I would have her ass.
Just not tonight.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
Poppy obeyed with a shudder.
I ran my hand up her back as I watched her ass. “Spread your legs.”
She shifted them apart, giving me a glimpse of her slick thighs and slit.
“Beautiful.” Wrapping my hand around her braid, I guided my cock, already slick with her arousal, to her entrance and then grasped her hip. “What did you want me to do, my Queen?”
Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but there was no hesitation this time. “Fuck me, Cas.”
I slammed into her.
