“Like I said,” breathless, false bravado speaking from her, “you’re delusional.”
In one swift motion, she found herself being spun around and lifted out of the water, her ass planted on the edge of the shimmering pool.
Her captor pushed on her chest, pressing her down onto the ground, his massive hands gliding down her slick body, palming her curves before hooking both arms under her thighs and pulling her forward.
“I wonder,” he whispered, her skin burning under his touch as his eyes zeroed in on the apex of her thighs, “what will I find when I open these legs?” Licking his full lips, his heavy cock jerked in midair.
A treasonous whimper met him, Nyra’s fists clenching at her sides. “I’m dry as the fucking desert. Might as well give up.”
Growling, he pushed her knees all the way back, revealing her soaked pussy to him. A deep flush coated her body as he leaned in, inspecting her with lethal focus. Shame for being so completely exposed overtook her, for the indisputable proof of her arousal that was dripping down her ass.
His fingers brushed against her, dipping into her cream before lifting them up for Nyra to see.
Oh, shit.
“Tha–that’s water.”
He smirked, reverently sucking his fingers clean, his pupils blown wide as he groaned. “There you go lying again, wildling. I think it’s time I finally taught you a lesson.”
Precum leaked from his swollen crown, dripping onto her lower stomach. The sudden urge to rub it into her skin took over. She bit her lip, contemplating if it would be too soon to show him the hidden depraved side of herself.
“Do it.”
Her eyes shot up. They stared at each other in silence, only their heavy breathing and the pounding oftheir hearts echoing around them, as if nothing and no one else existed in the world but the two of them and this very moment that seemed to stretch on forever.
“Do. It.”
“Tell me your name.”
He snarled, actually fucking snarled at her, eyes ablaze, his hands still pressing her knees back, his long silver hair shimmering as he hovered above her like a merciless god of thunder.
“Tell me,” she breathed, eyes locked on him, her fingers slowly gliding through his juices. “Please.”
Something vicious snapped in him, as if a switch had gone off, as if her words triggered the delicate hold on his control, turning him into a murderous beast.
Bending over, he licked a path up her body through his arousal, spreading it everywhere as his tongue swirled in every dip and hollow, around her tight nipples, biting them. Up, up, and in between her collarbones, the column of her throat, nipping the skin, sucking her earlobe before his tongue lashed out again, pulling moans out of Nyra as his giant body nestled in between her thighs.
One massive hand wrapped around her throat, the other circling her drenched entrance.
“Myname...” he murmured into her ear, smirking. “Well, you’ll find out soon enough.” His fingers plunged in. “Now, start your fucking screaming, wildling,” and for the first time in her life, Nyra obeyed.
CHAPTER
7
His cock throbbed. Jerking against the little vixen, Raiden’s digits pumping languidly inside of her as he sucked on Nyra’s tight nipples.
He didn’t know how long he would be able to hold back, but he knew that he had to. For both of their sakes. It was one thing to fuck around with namelesswomen, ones that had never been more than a much needed physical release for Raiden, and it was another whole world when his fated mate was concerned.
It was imperative that Nyra knew what she was getting herself into before she fully gave her body to him. To be acquainted with both the good and the ugly side of him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter how his blood boiled with unbridled desire for her. No matter how badly his dick ached and pleaded with him to sink into her intoxicating warmth. Nor how desperately the dragon in him thrashed to come to the surface and lay a claim on her so that no other male would ever even dream about attempting anything with the infuriatingly defiant female.
Her moans of pleasure were pure fucking torture as his digits curled and scissored inside of her. As she grabbed a handful of his hair while he feasted on her succulent buds, gyrating against him like the greedy little wildcat that she was.
“Oh, fuck,” she croaked, her pussy gushing around him. “Oh fuck, oh gods.”
A medal of honor should be awaiting for him somewhere in the heavens for the control that he was still barely holding on to as the heady scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, infiltrating every godsforsaken atom of his being, turning him feral when her desperate mewls and soft whimpers filled his ears. When she moaned for him, as if he was the only one that would ever be able to give her what she needed.
Which he was.
