16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Intimate Surrender
Sundar
I have never been in a woman’s bedroom. In all the centuries of my life, I have never had the pleasure of being invited into such an intimate, sacred space.
Aubrey’s room is beautiful. She is beautiful. And to my continual shock, she is mine.
“Sundar,” she whispers against my mouth as we pull away from our kiss, her voice soft and breathless. “I want you. I want you to…”
She trails off, suddenly shy. But I understand. We’ve crossed such boundaries before, but not like this. Not in her bed, surrounded by the pieces of her heart. Not with her looking at me like she’s offering up a part of herself that she’s only just found.
I murmur her name like a prayer and capture her lips again. She presses closer, as eager as I am, her hands tugging open my shirt before exploring the smooth scales from my chest to my waist.
Everywhere she touches, I burn.
It takes little effort to slip off her dress, leaving her bare except for her panties. My tail flicks beneath that too, relishing the gasp she gives when I rub against the place that makes her wet. That makes her mine.
She reaches for my sash, and I chuckle. “Careful. Remove that, and you’ll unleash me completely.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Her lips quirk in that teasing way of hers that always makes me want to kiss her. So I do, hard enough that she sinks back into her pillows with a soft gasp.
I pause to shed my clothes, but my tail remains against her—stroking, circling, teasing. She gives a frustrated moan and arches up, but I give her what she wants only in small measures, heightening her need until she’s begging for more.
But not yet. I want to feel her surrender. I want to hear her moans, see her face flushed with pleasure. Only then will I give her what she craves.
By the time I am bare, my tail is wrapped tight around one of her legs, rubbing against her sensitive clit in maddening little circles. She is panting now, her hands reaching for me, and I slide one arm beneath the small of her back to cradle her.
“I love it when you look at me like that.” Her words are nearly a whisper. “Like I’m so precious.”
“You are,” I tell her fiercely. “Precious. Beautiful.” I punctuate each word with a brush of my tail. “Mine.”
She shivers, whether from my touch or my words I can’t say. Then she reaches for me again, and this time, I lean down and let her kiss me. Her mouth is hungry, as demanding as her fingers on my skin, and my arousal grows. It becomes hard to think, to speak, to do anything but hold her tight and keep that connection between us.
With a hiss, I withdraw my tail and settle between her legs, aligning our hips until the slit between my scales opens and my cock emerges, already painfully erect.
Aubrey’s eyes widen at the sight of it. She’s seen my full length before—touched it, tasted it, taken it inside her—but her wonder never fades. She reaches down to stroke me, and I let out a low hiss of pleasure, my hips jerking forward.
“You’re so big,” she gasps. “So hard for me.”
“Always,” I growl. I thrust against her hand, savoring the contact. Her fingers are soft and strong, wrapping around my length and sliding up and down, coaxing out more of my natural lubricant. The feeling is incredible, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
But I am greedy, and I want more.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, making her gasp, and just as quickly, my tail wraps around either thigh, holding her open beneath me. She is beautiful like this, all flushed skin and heaving breasts, her wetness visible. But her face—her expression nearly undoes me. There is trust there, but also a wild hunger that calls to the possessive beast within.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, and that is all the encouragement I need.
I plunge inside her in one swift motion, filling her completely. She cries out, arching up to meet me, her body already tightening around me like a glove. Then I begin to move, driving deep with every stroke, angling my hips so that the ridge of scales at my base rub against her clit.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure. I release her wrists and bury my hands in her hair instead, cradling her head as I thrust faster into her impossibly tight heat, my tail squeezing her thighs harder as I rut her without restraint.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall, but neither of us care. We’re lost to everything but this: the slide of skin against scales, the sounds of our ragged breaths, the rising tide of our shared desire.
“Yes,” she moans, her legs wrapping around me to pull me closer. “God, yes. Just like that.”
I oblige, pumping steadily into her, her pussy squeezing me with every thrust. My control is slipping, my instincts driving me to claim her fully. I can’t stop myself from saying her name, over and over like some kind of mantra or invocation.
She responds in kind, whispering words that have no meaning but that nevertheless fill me with a fierce joy. Our rhythm becomes more erratic, our bodies straining against each other in search of release. I am close—so close—but I don’t want this to end. Not yet. Not when being inside her feels so good, so right.
Then Aubrey does something that destroys the last remnants of my control. She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. “Come for me,” she says, her voice husky. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
My hips snap forward at her demand, driving deep and hard. Once, twice, three times—and then I’m lost, spilling myself within her, my cock pulsing as her walls clamp and flutter around me, milking me until my cum trickles down her thighs. My vision blurs and I let out a long, shuddering breath as the tension finally leaves my body.
After a moment, I remember to release her thighs from my grasp. She winces a little as she stretches her arms, and I feel a pang of guilt for having held her too tightly. But when I start to move away, she wraps her legs around me again, holding me in place.
“Stay,” she murmurs. “Please.”
I hesitate, unsure. “Are you certain? I’m… rather heavy.”
She laughs softly. “You’re fine. I like the way you feel on top of me.”
“In that case…” I say, then gently wrap my body around her.
She lets out a contented sigh and snuggles closer, her head resting on my chest. I stroke her hair, marveling at its texture. Every time I think I’ve discovered everything about her, there is some new detail to learn, some hidden facet of her being that surprises and delights me anew.
We lie there for a while, not speaking, just existing together, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And perhaps it is. Perhaps this is how it should always have been, how it was always meant to be.
As my heartbeat slows, I feel myself relax into the mattress, my body growing heavy with satisfaction. I have never felt so complete before. So at peace. This woman has given me a gift beyond measure: her trust, her affection, her very self. And I will do everything in my power to ensure she never regrets that decision.
I will cherish her, protect her, make her happy in whatever way I can.
Because Aubrey is mine, and a naga always protects what’s his.