Page 13 of Claimed By the Forest Reaper

It starts slow, tentative. He presses his lips to mine, gently, carefully. Then pulls back, waiting for my reaction.

I smile. "Good. Now try it with your mouth open."

He does. His tongue touches mine, shyly at first, then bolder. I guide him, showing him the rhythm, the dance. He learns fast, adapting quickly. Soon, he's kissing me like he was born for it. Like he's making up for lost time.

And god, he is. His lips are firm, insistent. His tongue explores every corner of my mouth, tasting, claiming. His hands grip my hair, holding me in place. I moan into his mouth, my body pressing against his.

He breaks the kiss, panting. His eyes are bright, pupils blown wide. He looks... happy. Joyous. Like he's found something he never knew he was missing.

I smile up at him. "You're a fast learner."

He grins. It's the first time I've seen him smile—really smile, not just a ghost of one. It transforms his face, softening the harsh lines, making him look younger, less... monstrous.

My heart stutters. Oh, I'm in trouble.

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He goes down on me like a man possessed.

One second, I'm sitting on his lap, kissing him. The next, I'm on my back, his hands spreading my thighs. He dives between them, his mouth eager, hungry.

His tongue licks a long stripe up my center, and I gasp. He does it again, slower this time, savoring. His fingers part my folds, opening me up. His tongue dips inside, tasting, exploring.

I grip his hair, my hips bucking. He hums, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. His mouth finds my clit, sucking gently. His fingers slide inside me, curling, stroking.

He's... good. Too good. Like he's been studying, practicing. Like he's determined to make me feel as much pleasure as possible.

And god, he is. He licks, sucks, strokes, until I'm a writhing, panting mess. Until I'm begging, pleading. Until I'm screaming his name, my body convulsing with release.

He rides out my orgasm, his tongue gentling, soothing. When the waves finally subside, he looks up at me, his chin glistening, his eyes fierce.

"More," he growls.

Oh, god.

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He takes me from behind, rough and hard.

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he slams into me. His cock fills me completely, stretching me, challenging me. I grasp fistfuls of moss, my knees digging into the ground.

His rhythm is wild, erratic. He's losing control, giving in to instinct. And I love it. I love the raw, primal power of him. The animalistic need. The sheer, unadulterated desire.

I push back against him, meeting his thrusts. His hands slide up to my breasts, squeezing, pinching. His mouth finds my neck, biting, sucking. He's marking me, claiming me. Making me his.

And god, I am. I am his. His mate, his lover, his everything.

His cock swells inside me, the knot forming. He pushes it in, locking us together. I scream, another orgasm ripping through me. He roars, his cock jerking, filling me with heat.

We collapse together, panting, sweat-slicked. His body covers mine, protective, possessive. His mouth nuzzles my neck, murmuring soft words in his ancient language.

I turn my head, capturing his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses back, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands stroke my sides, my breasts, my thighs. Like he can't stop touching me. Like he'll never get enough.

And god, I hope he doesn't.

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He licks me clean, his tongue gentle, reverent.