"Oh!" she gasped, her surprise quickly transforming into delighted laughter as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I have been wanting to do this since I saw you," I admitted as I carried her through the open living area toward the stairs. Each step she clung tighter, her warm breath against my neck feeding the hunger building inside me.
"Tour later," I promised, taking the stairs two at a time. "Right now, I need you."
"I need you too," she murmured against my skin, her lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear.
My bedroom was at the end of the hallway, like the rest of my home, it was a space designed for function rather than show, with one exception, the massive bed that dominated the room. King-sized would have been an understatement it had beencustom-made to accommodate me, draped in charcoal sheets of the highest quality silk.
I laid her down in the center of it, watching as her body sank slightly into the mattress. The blue fabric of her dress was wrinkled now, hiked up slightly over her thighs from our journey upstairs. Beautiful, but still too much of a barrier between us. I traced one claw carefully along the neckline of the dress, just hard enough to slice through the fabric without touching the skin beneath. The material parted like water, revealing her body inch by tantalizing inch. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, a shiver running through her that had nothing to do with cold.
When the dress lay in ruins around her, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of lace between her thighs, I took a moment simply to stare. The warm brown of her skin glowed in the dim light, curves and valleys I wanted to explore with hands and mouth and tongue. Her full breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, nipples hardened into tight peaks that begged for attention.
"You are..." I shook my head, unable to find words adequate to the vision before me. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Her answering smile was shy yet wicked, a combination that sent heat straight to my groin. "Your turn," she prompted, nodding toward my still-fully-clothed state.
I stripped quickly, desperate to be skin to skin with her. I felt her eyes tracking the movement, lingering on the network of scars that crossed my chest and arms. My cock stood fully erect, harder than I could remember being in centuries, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Jade's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her eyes dark with desire.
"Come here," she whispered, opening her arms to me.
I needed no further invitation. In a heartbeat I was on the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs, my weight supported on my forearms as I hovered above her. The first touch of her bare skin against mine pulled a groan from deep in my chest. I capturedher mouth in a kiss that contained all the hunger I'd been restraining since the moment our eyes first met. She responded with equal fervor, her hands mapping the planes of my back, tracing scars without hesitation. When her fingernails scraped lightly down my spine, my hips jerked involuntarily, my cock sliding against the wet heat of her through the thin lace barrier.
We both moaned at the contact.
"These need to go," I growled against her mouth, hooking one finger in her panties.
"Yes," she agreed breathlessly. "God, yes."
One quick tug with my claw, and the fabric gave way as easily as her dress had. I kissed my way down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, drawing each nipple into my mouth until she was arching beneath me, fingers tangled in my hair. Lower still, over the soft curve of her stomach, down to where she was already slick and swollen for me.
"So wet," I murmured against her inner thigh, inhaling deeply. "So ready."
"Please," she whimpered, hips lifting in invitation.
I gave her one long, slow lick that made her cry out her whole body bowing up from the mattress, fingers clutching desperately at the silk sheets. The taste of her flooded my mouth, and I found myself lost in it, lost in her. I drew out the moment, savoring the way her thighs quivered against my shoulders, the soft curse she gasped as I continued to devour her. Her hands twisted in my hair, urging me to keep going, and I was more than happy to oblige. With each pass of my tongue, her voice grew higher, more unrestrained. She was so responsive it nearly broke my control. I could feel the thread between us tighten, pulse for pulse, until it felt like my own heartbeat. When I slid two fingers inside her, curling up to press against her, she came undone, clenching around my fingers. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way back up her trembling body.Positioning myself between her spread thighs, I let my cock slide against her entrance, coating myself in her wetness without pushing inside. The teasing contact was exquisite torture for us both, seeing her laid before me sent a surge of need through me.
"I want to breed you, my mate," I growled, the words bypassing any filter between brain and mouth. "Fill your sweet cunt until it overflows."
She nodded eagerly, her hands gripping my biceps hard enough to leave marks that would fade all too quickly.
"Yes," she panted. "Please, yes."
I notched the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust to my size. The sensation nearly undid me, her eyes widened as she felt the ridges along my length, her mouth forming a perfect 'o'.
"Oh my god," she gasped when I was finally seated fully inside her. "You feel...I can feel..."
I knew what she meant. The thread between us had transformed into a current of energy connecting us everywhere our bodies touched. Each sensation amplified, each movement echoed between us in a feedback loop of pleasure.
"I know," I managed, my voice strained with the effort of holding still, giving her time to adjust. "I feel it too."
"Move," she urged, hands sliding down to grip my ass. "Please move."
I started slow, drawing out almost completely before pushing back in, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure, her features slack with it, eyes half-closed and dreamy. The restraint lasted perhaps three thrusts before my control slipped. I set a faster pace, driving into her with a force that would have injured a human partner who wasn't magically connected to me. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, the sound keeping time with her increasingly desperatemoans. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place for each thrust.
"So good," I praised her, the words rough between panting breaths. "So tight. Perfect. Mine."
"Yours," she agreed, her voice high and breathless as she matched my rhythm. "Oh god, Magnur, I'm close—"
