I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, desperate to put my mouth on him. Desperate to make him lose control.
He tensed when my hands slid up his muscled thighs. “Kizzi.”
“Yes?” I glanced at his face for confirmation.
“You don’t have to…” His words trailed off to a groan when I reached his impressive cock, circling it with my fingers. My hand couldn’t close around his girth. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to fit him inside me, but I was excited to try.
I stroked experimentally, sliding my hand from root to tip and back down again. His skin was burning hot and so, so smooth.
A choked sound escaped Tandor’s mouth. I stroked again with more confidence, tightening my fingers around him,desperate for more of those reactions. I wanted to drive him wild. I glanced up to find his head rolled back, the veins in his neck bulging.
I leaned forward to drag my tongue up the underside of his cock. His thighs clenched. His hands found my hair, weaving into the strands and fisting.
I slid my tongue over the piercing, swirling in teasing, coaxing motions, letting saliva collect on my tongue. I tortured him for a few more moments, stroking and licking, before I took him into my mouth.
A pained groan escaped him. “Kizzi, yes, holy fuck. That’s—that’s so good.”
I preened at the praise and simply hummed in response. My jaw strained to open further and I struggled to shield my teeth, but I did my best. I bobbed my head, stroking whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hands.
His thighs practically vibrated with tension. His hands in my hair pulled tighter. “Ah! Stop—if you don’t slow down, I’m going to?—”
He pushed me back and immediately hauled me off the floor, tossing my body onto the bed. “You shouldn’t have stopped me,” I complained.
He crawled over top of me, laughing lowly in his throat. “You will be coming first, little witch. It’s my turn.”
Tandor planted a searing kiss on my mouth before trailing lower, yanking my undergarments off and dragging his hands and mouth down my body.
With a heated glance at my face, he settled between my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest.
His voice was gravel. “Gods, I’ve wanted to do this for ages.” He leaned forward, swiping his tongue over my slick flesh. He groaned in appreciation.
Hot pleasure simmered in my veins. I writhed under his ministrations, unable to hold still. He grabbed my thighs, pushing them up to my chest and spreading me open wider. My muscles strained in protest, but I didn’t care—I was putty in his hands.
His tongue swirled over my clit. Once. Twice. I gasped, bliss shooting up my spine. “Yes. Yes—keep doing that.”
He did—his tongue moving over my body expertly. When the waves of pleasure finally peaked, I screwed my eyes shut, holding back a scream. Shivers worked down my spine, through my limbs, curling my toes.
When the waves settled and the sensation became overwhelming, I grabbed Tandor’s hair, tugging him up.
He crawled up my body like a beast on the prowl, eyes gleaming.
He hovered over me, holding his weight up with an elbow. His head dropped to my neck. I ran my hands up his broad back, letting my nails graze his skin. I felt the goosebumps as they formed.
His cock notched at my entrance, swollen and throbbing. The shock of cool metal against my hot flesh made me shiver. A sudden wave of apprehension made me hesitate.
“Still want to do this?” he murmured against the skin of my throat.
Did I still want this? Absolutely. With every fiber of my being. But was I nervous? Definitely.
I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air calm my worries. I shifted my hips, rubbing myself against him. “Yes.”
He pushed forward, just an inch, enough to stretch my entrance. My breath hitched.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Breathe. You can take it.”
I nodded, lost in his dark gaze. I could drown in the depths of his eyes. His dark brows were furrowed. He pushed forwardanother inch. Two. It stung, an uncomfortable stretching sensation, but I dug my nails into his shoulders, desperate for him to continue.
He pulled back before shifting forward again in a tiny thrust, and then he pushed further. Tingles of pleasure worked up my spine, slowly breaking through the pain. “You look so pretty like this, taking my cock. You’re doing so well.”
