After a long time, he lifts his head, licking his lips in an obscenely erotic gesture that makes me squeeze all over again with need. “So? Am I the best you’ve ever had?”
I look up at him and am certain I look just how I feel—dazed, blissed out. But I grin. “I am not sure. I think I need a little more time to consider.”
With a low growl, he lifts me back onto the sofa and stands to strip away his clothing. “I promised not to leave you wanting.”
His form is as impressive as I knew it would be. His torso is heavily defined, muscular and broad, tapering to a narrow waist. As he drops his tight trousers I cannot help but stare at the way his appendage stands out from his body, thick and completely rigid, totally bare from hair or fur. His skin there is the same soft red as everywhere else—perhaps a little lighter shade at the tip, which is dark and angry looking with a spiked head that takes my breath away.
He sees me looking and cups it in his hand, bringing it close for my inspection. “Do you like what you see, Solha?”
“Very much.” I lift my hand, and he allows me to caress him, twitching under my fingertips as I explore him there. He is hot—as Kaelun was—throbbing and needy beneath my touch. He sucks in a breath as I run my fingers up to the tip to feel that ridged protrusion. It is firm and bony, but not as sharp as I first thought. I wonder what it will feel like inside me.
As if reading my mind, Aurelion closes his fist around mine, thrusting his hips to slide his cock through our shared grip. As he withdraws, the ridge creates a firm pressure on my palm and an answering flutter deep within me.
“You will cum harder around my cock than you have for anyone else. He will make sure.”
I would laugh at the way he gives his appendage a personality, but it aligns so perfectly with what I know of him that it seems completely natural.
“Show me,” I whisper.
“Not so fast,” he retorts. He does crawl between my thighs, bracing himself on one arm above me, but instead of lining uphis cock and entering me, he slides a hand up my thigh and coaxes my desire to life again. Just as he did before, he strokes me softly and sensually until I’m writhing for more. Then he pulls each side of the dress apart so he can feast on my breasts and tease both sensitive nipples until I’m groaning.
“Tell me you want me.”
I blink. “Of course I do.”
“Tell me.” He nips at the side of my neck, and I gasp.
“I…want you.” The words come out in a rush, and I don’t know whether I’m more aroused or anxious anticipating a bite that never comes. I’m glad in a way, but also disappointed. At the moment I felt his teeth on my skin with him snug between my thighs, I couldn’t think of anything else except giving myself over to the immense feelings bursting up from within me.
A low rumble comes from his chest, something between a growl and a hum, almost a purr. Then he moves over me and nudges just the very tip of his cock into my tight entrance. It feels amazing. But he stops right there and will not move again. Looking down at me, his gaze demands my attention. “Tell me.”
I roll my hips, seeking his entry. “I want you.”
“Want or need?”
I groan. He is right. At this point it feels more like a need. My whole body is tense and primed for his invasion, the sweetness I know it will bring. The feeling of fullness and possession I will have from taking him within myself. “Need.” I gasp. “I need you, Aurelion.”
This seems to be what he is waiting for. With a roar of victory, he thrusts forward, entering me a good few inches and stretching me around his thick cock. It’s bigger than I anticipated, spreading me open, making me gasp at the sensation. Then I relax around him, and he pushes further, rocking his hips until he’s seated deep within me.
He pauses there and lets out a long, low moan. “Yalina you are everything I could want in a mate. You are heaven itself.”
“Then perhaps I shall be the bestyouever had,” I tease him.
The sight of him above me nearly melts me—his fierce joy as he thrusts into me once more, his soft expression. He withdraws and returns over and over, but slowly, leisurely, watching me all the time as if to study exactly what effect each movement has.
I expected to have no control when it’s like this—with me under him. But every gasp, every squeeze of my thighs around him, every soft whimper spurs him to motion or gives him pause. He reads me as if we have moved this way many nights, angling his hips to stroke deep within me in a place that makes my mouth part with a half-choked cry.
Eventually I want more. I’m growing more desperate for the sweet bursting sensation I know is coming. “Faster, please.” But though I claw at him with my nails and lift my hips as much as I’m able between each thrust, he continues on at the same infuriating pace. It is so near to being what I long for. I’m caught hovering at the edge of something magnificent. But I am just a little too far away.
Aurelion lowers his head. “Shh. Enjoy it. Savor it. We have all night, do we not?”
“I cannot wait all night like this,” I whine.
This seems to please him, though I can’t imagine why. I’m desperate to be released from this ever-tightening tension. It feels as if I might snap or break if it doesn’t end soon. Yet at the same time I see what he means. The sweetness is so pure, so concentrated, that though it’s unbearable, I know I will crave it as soon as it’s lost.
He leans in and licks at my neck again, making me shiver. “This is how it will be when I bite you, rhkash. Right here is where my mark will be.”
I moan. I can almost feel the sharp sting and the blissful rush of elation as his teeth pierce my skin. He keeps mentioning it and yet I love it each time.
