There’s the whine. I might have even stomped my foot.
“You can and you will be patient because tonight we’re going to go slow.”
He stalks toward me until the backs of my legs hit the bed. He cups the side of my neck, and when his fingers graze the bandage over his bite mark, a zing of lust shoots down my spine. He leans down, and I meet him halfway, rising on my tiptoes so he can skim his lips over mine.
“I’m going to explore every inch of this body and give you orgasm after orgasm until you ache with pleasure.”
He smiles against my mouth when I whimper.
“I told you I’m not like the human men you’ve been with. I will have you coming on my fingers.” He places a kiss on my lips. “My mouth.” A kiss to my neck. “My tail.” A kiss between my breasts. “And my cock.”
He falls to his knees and bends over enough to bury his face between my legs. I nearly fall at the unexpected move and plant one hand on his shoulder while grabbing a horn with the other.
He moans after breathing in deeply, smelling me through my sweats.
“I want to live here, like this, for all of eternity.”
My lust bats away at my insecurities. I don’t like men going down on me because of my FUPA. My clit isn’t easily accessible so they’re never able to get me off. But the other night on the rooftop… the way the tip of Locheran’s tail immediately found it… I have no doubt he’ll be able to make me come with his mouth, fingers, and tail.
Locheran comes up for air and stands.
“Can I undress you?”
“Yes,” I say, a shiver rolling through me.
I lift my arms, allowing him to ease my shirt off. He tosses it to the floor and cups my breasts since I’m not wearing a bra. They’re not too large, but he doesn’t seem to care. He takes both of my nipples between his thumband index finger and pinches hard enough that I arch my back.
He lowers to his knees again, putting his head level with my chest, and he takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard before lashing his tongue over the sensitive tip. I bury my hands in his hair as he moves to the other breast to repeat the worshipping.
Fuck, he’s good at that.
Each tug, each scrape of his fangs, sends a burst of pleasure to my cunt.
“Locheran, please,” I beg.
He chuckles and moves his lips down my stomach. I sway, lightheaded with anticipation, and grip his horns again.
He groans.
“We need to do something with these hands,” he says and suddenly they’re being peeled away… by his tail and a wing.
He moves them behind my back and his long tail wraps around my wrists like a rope.
“Much better,” he says.
He hooks his fingertips in the band of my sweats and slowly peels them down my legs, leaving me naked before him.
Gently, he lays me down on the bed; his tail still wrapped around my wrists, trapping them underneath me. He uses his hands to spread open my legs and when he buries his nose in my pussy, I squirm, attempting to break free from the binding.
He inhales again, and I close my legs on his head. His wings open them back up.
“So beautiful spread out like this before me,” Locheran says. “Keep your eyes on me while I devour this pussy. Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t. You’re in control.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding and nod.
Locheran shakes his head. “Say it out loud. Tell me you understand.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes. He’s so demanding. He’s dramatic.
