“Stand up,” he instructed, ignoring her question.
Cum dripped down her legs when she stood, making her squeeze her thighs together to stop it.
Moving behind her, Rennick sat on the edge of the bed and tapped the top of his muscular thighs. “Sit down.”
She made to straddle him, but he stopped her, flipping her around to sit with her back pressed to his front and grabbing each of her legs to hook over his own. The position left her exposed, and she shivered from the cool air caressing her most intimate parts.
He pressed her close to his body and leaned over to grab thetoy from the side table. It glistened with his spit, and her body coiled tight.
Using his free hand, he moved her hair to one side and brought his lips to her ear. “Keep your thighs spread, love, and watch yourself take everything I give you.”
Amelia’s eyes remained glued to the large cock in his hand, the textured base covered with knots to tease her.
Rennick swiped the tip of the toy through the sticky cum coating her thighs, gathering as much on the tip as possible. The head of the cock moved gently over her pussy, grazing her clit and entrance.
What he intended to do was the most erotic thing she’d ever done, and the anticipation building within her made sitting still seem impossible. Rennick’s chuckle vibrated down her back. “Stop squirming or it might slip somewhere you aren’t ready for, little mate.”
She almost knocked his nose with her head when she whipped around to look at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Not until you’re ready.” Smirks shouldn’t be that attractive, but his was.
Any further retorts died on her tongue, replaced with a decidedly unattractive squeak at the feel of the slick rod pushing into her. The need for him to fill her had her hips canting forward of their own accord, eager for more.
Rennick slid his free hand to palm her breast with a light squeeze. “Look how beautifully you take it.”
Amelia couldn’t take her eyes off his large hand wrapped around the base of the clay cock, pulsing the toy lightly as it slid in a little at a time. Again, she tried to push her hips forward, needing the fullness.And the knots.
Rennick’s hand left her breast and snaked up her chest to grab her throat. “Lay your head back.” Soft lips brushed against her neck as she rested her head on his broad shoulder.
The toy filled her completely in one swift move and retreated just as fast. A cry burst from her lips. “Rennick.”
Again, he pushed it all the way in, but this time he twisted it, stealing her breath. Had he not been pinning her by the neck, she would have fallen off his lap from the shock of it. He pushed and pulled faster, twisting each time the knots reached her skin.
Overwhelming pleasure and need controlled her body; every part of her chased the promise of release. Rennick released her neck and replaced his hand with his tongue and teeth, lightly nibbling on her sensitive flesh.
“I can feel how much you like it.” His voice was tight, as if her building release was his own. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to experience that fully once they were married.
She was in sensory overload, whining like a bitch in heat, begging to be mounted. Her hips moved faster, her back bent away from his body, and when her pussy started to spasm, teeth sank into her neck.
A scream tore from her throat from both pain and pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her, at odds with the throbbing pain his teeth had created.
Rennick licked and sucked at the spot he’d bitten, purring against her skin, “Such a good mate.”
His praise paired with her already sensitive nerves sent an aftershock through her. A small whimper escaped when he removed the toy, but when she felt something wet against her mouth, her eyes flew open. He rubbed the tip over her lips, leaving behind a trail of their mixed pleasure.
“Lick your lips,” he said with an authority only a king could possess.
The slick on her lips didn’t taste like much. A little salty, but nothing more.
“Look at me.”
Another command she couldn’t resist.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of his red-tinged lips, andwhen he winked and smiled, running his tongue over his bloody teeth, she got light-headed.
She reached for her neck. “What did you do?”
“There isn’t a part of you I won’t taste before this life is over,” he promised. Unpleasant images came to her, but she assumed he hadn’t meant that literally. Though, happily licking her blood did toe the line of insanity.
