His lips brush my forehead.
“You will never be alone again,” he vows. “I will protect you, provide for you, and show you all the wonders this world has to offer.”
I giggle, tipping my chin up to catch his lips. Our mouths seal together as his hands clutch my head. Qurill trails open-mouth kisses along my neck and jaw.
“I’ll give you more pleasure than your body can handle.” Moisture slicks between my thighs at his words. “Each day, I’ll claim you. Reminding you exactly who owns you.”
“My body is yours,” I moan. “As is my heart—my soul. You’ve owned every inch of me since we met.”
I need him again. The only proper way to seal these vows is with our bodies. It’s been too long since he was last inside of me. I need to feel him, or I might die. My hands fall to the sleeves of my gown. I rip my new dress clean down the middle and kick off my slippers. They float away on the tide. My corset floats away, followed by my shift until I’m naked in the morning sun.
My body heats under his hungry stare. His hand strays to my breast, palming it roughly.
“Take me here, Qurill. Now. I need you.”
Qurill smiles wickedly at my words. His head swoops down to lick my puckered nipple. I groan and clutch at his arm. My body is on fire. The cool water caressing my ankles is my only reprieve. His mouth returns to mine, tonguing it just the way I like. I clench my thighs together, needing him to touch me there before I combust.
“If you want my cock,” he purrs, breaking our kiss, “you know how I like you to ask for it.”
I shiver at the commanding tone of his voice. My submission to him comes easily. It is an innate sense to give in to his dominance. It’s an intoxicating feeling being able to give myself fully over to him. My guard isn’t just lowered, it's gone.
There is no need for walls between me and the male I love. He owns me completely just as I own him. It is my submission that he craves, and giving it to him only heightens his pleasure. It is my power I wield that will bring us both to the highest peaks.
I smile demurely up to him, skimming my hands down his chest as I sink to my knees. He groans as I lean forward, trailing my tongue along the bulge in his leather pants. The salty taste enlivens my senses. Pulling back, I bite my lip and blink wide eyes up at him.
“Can I have your cock, my love? Please. I want it so bad.”
Qurill chuckles. He unties the lacings of his pants. They sag before dropping to the sand. His massive cock stands at attention. A drop of seed collects at the tip. His soft scales decorating the shaft gleam in the sun. My mouth waters, eager to take him as deep as I can.
Gripping his cock, Qurill smears his seed along my lips.
“Hmm,” he hums low in his throat. “Have you been good enough to earn it?”
I nod eagerly, licking his seed from my mouth.
“Trying to leave me wasn’t very good, was it, Astryd?” He shrugs. “Maybe I should punish you?”
I brace my hands on his thighs, dragging my tongue over the velvety head of his cock. I love the taste of him.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Punish me.”
Qurill grins, grasping my shoulders in his hands. He pushes me backwards slightly.
“On your hands and knees,” he commands.
I do as he says without thinking. Water splashes as he settles behind me. I groan as he grips my ass. His tongue licks up my slit, stopping to swirl around my entrance. Clawing at the sand, I feel his tongue drift higher. I scream as his tongue dives into my ass.
The slick muscle pumps into my tightness, loosening it just enough for it to push deeper. His fingers are not idle on my hip as I feel them part me. One sinks into my pussy, followed swiftly by another. With his tongue in my ass and his fingers roughly fucking me, I am a mess of sensations. The pleasure is too decadent. Broken whimpers fall from my lips as he plays me expertly.
He pumps me over and over, each one of my muscles tightening. I thrash on the beach, trying my best to absorb everything he’s throwing at me. My heart pounds roughly against my ribs.
Qurill’s hand connects with my ass. Pain spreads across my skin.
“Come,” he growls.
I break and shatter at his command. I scream his name, fucking back on his fingers and tongue. Arousal leaks from my pussy and coats his thrusting hand. My eyes are open, but the world around me is a blur.
Before I can catch my breath, I feel his cock at my entrance. He pushes slowly inside me, not stopping until he’s fully sheathed inside. His scales scrape my inner walls. Sweat spills down my back as I try to keep myself upright. Qurill snatches my hair and curls it around his fist.
