CHAPTER 30 AILEEN
CHAPTER 30
AILEEN
In less than five minutes, Ragnor and I were back at the inn. He dragged me up the stairs until we reached our room, and once we were inside, he slammed the door shut and ravaged my mouth.
Emotions exploded in my head. Run away, some inner voice told me, frightened beyond reason. Run away now, before it’s too late.
But the desire I felt was far stronger than it had been back at the Rayne League, when I couldn’t resist him, so I threw any and all caution to the fucking wind.
I wrapped my arms around him, allowing myself to enjoy the feel of his hard body against my softer one. A moan escaped my mouth, the heat between us growing with every passing second. I hung on to him tightly; it was almost like I was terrified he would come to his senses and leave me again, regret doing this, regret everything.
His hands were like fire on my waist as he picked me up and put me on the bed. My breath caught in my throat, anticipation raising goose bumps on my skin. Ragnor pushed my legs open, snuggled himself between them. Soon, his hands were everywhere, grabbing me fiercely and kissing and claiming me with his mouth, as though reading my mind, understanding what I needed.
He pulled back from my mouth and locked my hazel eyes with his neon-blue ones. “If we do this, Aileen, there’s no going back,” he warned me.
Lust fogged my brain. “How presumptuous,” I said huskily, eyes hooded.
He unzipped my jeans. As if admiring a great work of art, he paused before hooking his fingers inside and pulling on the fabric, almost tearing the cloth in the process. With each movement getting us closer to being skin on skin, my body responded by pushing wetness from my pussy. As if he could smell my arousal, he dragged my jeans and panties down and away with a satisfied look on his face.
“Fucking beautiful,” Ragnor said as his eyes lustfully roamed over my body. Seeing him look at me like that gave me chills. I wanted him on me.
Something sparked inside me just then, and I tugged at his clothes, needing to see his glorious body naked. Keeping his eyes on me, he helped me undress him, lifting his shirt over his head as I worked at the button and zipper on his pants. The sight of his chest made my mouth water, and I pulled back from his kiss to put lips on his skin.
As much as I had tried to deny my need for him, I’d been waiting for this for so long that I was utterly starving. I licked and nipped at his chest, my arms around his torso and my nails digging into his back. God, he tasted good. Even better than I remembered. Something about being with Ragnor now in this moment was different than it had been in the past.
He didn’t let me be in charge for too long; he grabbed my wrists and put them on the mattress and locked my gaze with his. “Mine,” he growled before tearing my shirt off and snapping my bra open, exposing every inch of my body to his unrelenting and greedy gaze. His hands returned to my wrists, and he lowered his mouth to my left nipple, sucking softly at first, nearly worshipping it. The more I moaned for him, the harder he sucked.
More, I thought, desire making me needy. More, harder, more ...
As though he’d heard my prayers, Ragnor unsheathed his fangs and sank them into the flesh of my breast, causing me to gasp. It was like the sting of a needle full of the most euphoric drug, and the more I got, the more I wanted. He let go of my wrists and began kneading my neglected breast, making me writhe with pleasure under him, wanting more, wanting everything he had to give.
The feeling of his fangs on my nipple made my juices flow right out, dripping onto the sheets. My entire body jerked when he grabbed my nipple tightly between his fingers. It hurt in the best way when the pain gave way to pleasure so immense, I had to close my eyes to endure it.
He lifted his head from my breast suddenly, licking his lips as he stared down at me. I pressed my thighs together as a mini orgasm shook me at the sight of his gorgeous face looking at me as if I was a delicious meal he couldn’t wait to ravish. I’d missed this, the way Ragnor knew my body and could get it to do exactly what he wanted. He fixed his neon-blue gaze on me and gave me a wicked smirk that made my pussy clench.
“Your eyes are glowing,” he informed me just then as he lowered his lips to mine. “A beautiful red glow.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, fucking it with his tongue. That’s how it felt, really; like he was consuming me, marking his territory, swallowing my moans down to his core. His fangs nipped at my swollen lower lip as his fingers toyed with my bruised nipples, coaxing pleasure from the pain.
Then, in one swift movement, he spread my legs wide and pushed them down. “Fuck!” I yelled as his mouth covered my pussy, his fangs grazed my clit, and his tongue gave my entrance long, deep strokes. My entire body shuddered, and I held on to his hair, writhing unabashedly under him. He held me immobile as he ravaged my pussy as if it was his last supper.
When he dug his fangs into my clit, drawing blood, everything inside me exploded and continued to explode as he sucked my blood straight from the bundle of nerves. I moaned and thrashed on the bed, trying to find solace from the unbearable pleasure, but he kept on torturing me with an endless chain of bliss after bliss, not stopping until I couldn’t move a muscle.
The postorgasmic bliss was replaced with a desire to give it back to him just as good. When he left my trembling pussy and straightened, I pushed at his chest, and he raised his lustful gaze to mine, as though trying to understand why I was stopping him. I shot my hand to his already rigid cock. “I want it in my mouth,” I told him, squeezing the base.
His muscles locked, and he gave me a strained grin as he got off me. I followed him, then knelt between his legs, right before his thick, massive, beautiful cock, and put it completely in my mouth.
The moan that escaped his mouth told me he liked it. He jerked, but I kept on sucking him, taking as much of him as I could until I almost choked on him. He tasted so good, I was tempted to simply swallow him whole. I massaged his balls, licking and sucking at the same time, and then I got the urge to give him the same wicked pleasure he’d given me. Taking my mouth off his cock, I stroked his length while taking his balls into my mouth, letting my fangs out, and using just the right amount of pressure to draw a little blood.
“Fuck, Aileen, that feels so good.” He cursed, and I grinned, sucking the crimson drops straight from his balls.
Ragnor fisted my hair, forced my head up, and shoved his cock back to my mouth, fucking it. When I gagged a little on him, he moaned so deeply, I became lost in pleasing him. I stroked him, licked him, and almost bit him with how good he tasted.
When he was about to come, he took his hands from my hair, letting me know he didn’t expect me to let him finish in my mouth. But I wanted his liquid inside me, wanted to swallow all of him just as he did me. So when I kept my mouth on his hard length and nodded, keeping my eyes on him, he shot his load down my throat, growling in the process. I swallowed every single drop as the warm, salty fluid coated my tongue. I massaged his balls while he ejaculated more and more. I lifted my mouth slightly so I could stroke his cock up and down until there was nothing left.
I raised my head, licked my lips, and gave him my own version of a wicked little smirk.
His eyes were impossibly bright as he stared at me with feral need. “On your hands and knees.” He barked out the command.
My eyes dropped to his cock, and I was surprised to find him hard again so soon after I’d just sucked him off. “You’re quick to recover.”
“On your hands and knees,” he repeated in a growl.
My heart jumped as lust took over me. Once I did as he said, he was behind me in a flash, his hands grabbing my hair, and he buried his cock balls deep inside me.
I moaned as he fucked me mercilessly, stroking in and out of me, his hand leaving my hair to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples hard enough to tear them off as he mounted me over and over.
He pulled me up until I was sitting on him with my back to his chest, and he plunged so hard inside me I saw stars, and his fingers played with my abused clit, drawing an unexpected orgasm out of me—and then another when he bit my neck and sucked my blood.
It made me realize how vanilla the sex we’d had before was. Perhaps he’d been holding back. I knew that I had been too.
But now, all inhibitions were completely gone.
I wanted to suck his delicious blood too. I needed to suck him. I turned around so I faced him and, without further ado, simply bit his neck as he grabbed my ass tightly, slapping the cheeks hard enough for me to groan in pain, and rammed into me with such ferocity and haste, I knew I was going to walk funny afterward.
He roughly pulled my head back using my hair and fastened his lips on mine, and we both growled into each other’s mouths as he came inside me while my orgasm ripped through me, milking him, making him jerk inside me and causing another orgasm that made my back arch and his fangs bite into the side of my breast.
We were a gasping, sweaty mess, unable to move from our positions, with him still inside me, my arms still around him, his hands still on my ass, squeezing it, and I just let myself melt into this, into him, into the inexplicable force that made me want this man beyond any reason.
“Ragnor,” I moaned into the darkness as Ragnor’s front pressed tightly against my back, his arm around my waist, his fingers rubbing my clit leisurely.
His growl vibrated against me as I felt his hard cock pressing into my lower back while his fingers lowered from my clit to tease my entrance.
I wriggled my ass against him. “I need you,” I murmured, needing his fingers inside. “I need more.”
Denying me, he kept teasing me until wetness dripped down my thighs. With his other hand, he grabbed the nape of my neck and brought his lips to my ear, making me shudder. “No,” he said roughly, his breath against my lobe.
Need burst inside me. “More,” I argued insistently, trying to bring his fingers to where I wanted them.
He paused his movements, and I almost cried in frustration. “In bed, I’m in charge,” he growled, squeezing my neck. “Unless I tell you otherwise.”
I gasped, shocked at his audacity, when he suddenly plunged three fingers inside me, making my entire body tense up. “Ragnor!” I cried out when he fucked me with his fingers, ripping an orgasm out of me that made me spasm uncontrollably.
He didn’t let me go, though. He kept fingering me, riding my orgasm, until I was an exhausted lump of flesh.
Slowly, he removed his fingers and put them to my mouth. “Open,” he commanded in that growling voice of his.
Unable to resist, I opened my mouth, and he pushed his fingers inside, making me taste myself on him. I licked his fingers, and I felt his cock jerking against my back, rigid and ready to go.
He removed his hand from my mouth and put it under my thigh, pulling it up. “You’ve got a great pussy,” he murmured into my ear as he nudged at said pussy with the tip of his cock. “The best fucking pussy.”
In one swift move, he filled me to the brim, and I screamed.
With a bruising hold on my thigh, he fucked me from behind so fast and deep, I felt him reaching my womb. His other hand kept my head in place, his hold almost choking me.
“Beautiful,” he said as my insides clenched, readying me for what was to come. “So beautiful you make me want to dirty you up.”
I cried out as the orgasm split me in half.
He pushed me to my stomach with his hold on my neck and settled on top of me, still inside me. He drove powerfully in and out of me, slamming his hand against my ass over and over again before grabbing it and pulling my legs apart.
All I could do was lie there helplessly as he took me from behind, falling into an abundance of pleasure every time his hand crashed against my ass or his other hand squeezed my neck. When he released my neck suddenly, I was so disappointed, I moaned at the loss but then gasped when I felt that same hand coming down to my clit, rubbing it with enough force to draw another orgasm out of me.
But Ragnor wasn’t done.
After flipping me to face him, he put my legs around his waist and grabbed my breasts as he drilled into me. I closed my eyes as I felt an insurmountable pleasure drugging me from inside, but then Ragnor paused. “Open your eyes,” he murmured. “I want to see you.”
Somehow, I managed to do as he said, and his eyes clasped mine in an unshakable hold. That’s when he pushed into me, filling me up again, making me moan.
His lips were suddenly on my neck, his fangs digging into my skin. The pleasure was too much at that point, and I broke repeatedly, thrashing against him, needing him to both stop and continue.
But then he growled and pushed one last time into me, emptying his sacks inside. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed against my neck, licking the skin he’d bitten. “So fucking good, Aileen.”
I put my arms around him, needing him to remain inside. “You’re determined to break my pussy tonight,” I murmured, and I licked the glistening skin of his shoulder.
He shuddered as he brought us to our sides, face to face, our arms around one another, his cock still buried inside me. His bright-blue eyes took me in. “We won’t have much time for this starting tomorrow,” he reminded me.
This was true. “You said we were going to rest, though.” I bit his lip.
He smirked. “It’s your fault.”
Leaning back, I gave him a pointed look. “Who jumped who here?”
He slapped my ass, and I gasped. “Careful, Aileen,” he said, grinning darkly as a flush of lust climbed to my cheeks. “Remember what I said before?”
“In bed, you’re in charge,” I repeated and gasped again when I felt him hardening inside me. “You haven’t been this bossy before.”
His eyes gave me an almost lewd look. “This is only the beginning,” he said roughly before he drew out his cock and pushed back in.
Needless to say, neither of us truly rested that night.