Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
“No!” Sephie placed her fingertips against Ranulf’s lips. “Don’t answer that,” she pleaded. “At least, not yet.”
“Okay,” Ranulf accepted, happy to go along with whatever his mate requested of him.
Unless it was to distance himself from her. Which he wouldn’t and couldn’t do.
But the flush in her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes told him she wasn’t going to ask him to do that.
She swallowed. “Does the ‘everything’ you’re shortly going to tell me have the potential to drastically change my perception of life as I’ve known it?”
“Yes.”
She gave an abrupt nod, as if that was the answer she had been expecting. “In that case, there’s something I would like us to do first before you—before we—”
“Yes?” If it was in Ranulf’s power to give her what she wanted, then he would. He would do anything for his mate.
“I would like you to kiss me again,” she told him with a challenging lift of her chin.
Except maybe that!
Because one kiss wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.
“Not if you don’t want to, of course—”
“Of course I want to!” Ranulf lowered his head, and his lips claimed hers, fiercely, possessively.
Mine, mine, mine, his dragon possessively echoed Ranulf’s thoughts.
* * *
The way Ranulf kissed her was deep and hungry, igniting an inferno of desire and want inside her. That hunger was underlined with an even deeper emotion, one that claimed Sephie as mine without a word being spoken.
As Sephie was pretty sure that was true, she didn’t even try to fight it.
In truth, the taste of Ranulf had taken control of her the moment their lips touched. It was a combination of fire and heat, if fire and heat had a taste, and as far as Sephie was concerned, they definitely did. An erotically smoky and sensuous taste that captured and held her in its grip.
Her arms clung about Ranulf’s neck when he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to that huge couch, kissing her the whole time, never breaking that physical contact for a single second.
He followed her down onto the sofa, the evidence of his arousal against her when his hips pressed between her parted legs. He was huge. Monstrously so. Would it even fit inside her—
“It will fit,” Ranulf assured her gruffly, leaning on his elbows to take his weight, his large hands cradling either side of her face as he raised his head to look down at her. “You were made for me, Sephie.”
She blinked. “I was?”
“Yes,” he stated without a single doubt in his tone. “I want to kiss and touch every inch of you. Will you let me do that?”
A gush of wetness dampened her panties just thinking about it. “I—er—I think I should just tell you first that I—I haven’t done this before.” She cringed at the admission. None of her female friends at uni were still virgins.
Sephie didn’t know why she still was because she’d definitely had her opportunities with some of the young men she’d dated.
But she’d always politely refused, something holding her back from that intimacy.
A couple of those young men had accused her of being a cock tease, but she continued to refuse them.
Because she was waiting.
For what, she’d had no idea.
She knew now!
She’d been waiting for Ranulf.
If she’d never met him, she would have continued to wait, unloved, always alone, but instinctively knowing she would wait forever for the man who was her one true love.
Ranulf was that man.
His eyes had darkened to the color of deepest darkest emeralds at her admission. “You have no idea how much that pleases me, how honored I feel,” he grated. “I’m not going to make love to you fully now either. But I do intend to worship every inch of your body.”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Can I worship you too?”
He gave a low groan. “It would give me the greatest pleasure if that is your wish.”
“Oh, it’s my wish,” she assured without the slightest hesitation.
Ranulf kissed her again, deeper, longer, Sephie aware of nothing and no one else as she returned the heat of those kisses.
It still came as a shock when Ranulf shifted slightly aside, and she felt his fingers against the slick folds between her legs, groaning low in her throat when she felt the pressure of his thumb against her swollen clit.
Not only that, but she could feel the furriness of Ranulf’s bare thighs against her and realized neither of them was wearing any clothes.
“How did you do that?” She broke the kiss to gasp at the fact they were both completely naked and she hadn’t even noticed Ranulf removing his own clothing, let alone hers.
He grinned at her. “A superpower.”
“Any more of those I should know about?” she joined in the teasing.
“Let’s keep them as a surprise, hm?” Ranulf lowered his head to capture and suck in the aching nipple tipping one naked breast. His hand moved to cup its twin, his fingers plucking at the nipple in the same rhythm that his tongue swirled against its twin.
Sephie’s back arched, the pleasure all-consuming. Ranulf’s cock now rubbed against her swollen clit, taking her pleasure to new heights as he continued to suck on her nipples, first one, then the other.
Sephie screamed low in her throat when she felt the tip of one of his fingers enter, but not penetrate, the wet heat between her thighs.
Pleasure was coming at her from everywhere.
Ranulf’s mouth on her nipples.
His cock rubbing against her clit.
His finger swirling around the entrance to her channel.
Her head slammed back, her back arching again as she pressed into those pleasuring lips, fingers, and cock.
Her first orgasm given to her by another person—by Ranulf—was like nothing she could ever have imagined.
It coiled in her channel, tighter and tighter, until it unraveled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that rolled through her body, taking her to higher and higher levels of pleasure that seemed never-ending.
* * *
Ranulf held Sephie tightly in his arms as she trembled and shook in the aftermath of her climax, tears cascading down her cheeks.
It had been glorious, beautiful to behold, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and a deep dark blue as she looked up at him with absolute adoration.
Ranulf held her until the trembling and shaking stopped, gently caressing her hair, murmuring soothing words of comfort.
“That was… I can’t believe how wonderful that was,” she murmured softly against his bare chest. “Beyond anything I’ve ever thought that it could be.”
Ranulf raised his head. “That was your first orgasm?”
“Well…not completely my first.” Her cheeks blushed, her lashes lowered. “I’ve…touched myself before and learned what I like enough to…reach completion. But it was never like this, and I’ve never…with anyone else. I really am a complete amateur, Ranulf,” she admitted ruefully.
“And if it was any other way, I would want to kill any man who had seen you naked, let alone touched you,” he rumbled.
She chuckled as she looked up at him. “You really are a throwback to another time, aren’t you?”
It could have sounded like a complaint, but instead, it sounded like admiration. “I really am,” he confirmed.
“Good.” Her arms tightened about his waist before she leaned back to look at him. “Can I touch you now?”
“You never need to ask, my Sephie. But I think we should go through to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable,” he murmured after trying to lie beside her and realizing the sofa simply wasn’t big enough to accommodate him lying on his back with Sephie kneeling between his parted legs.
He swung his legs to the floor and sat up, keeping Sephie in his arms as he rose to his feet and then strode through to his bedroom.
“Did you do that?” Sephie gasped when the bedside lamp came on.
“I did, yes.”
“Another superpower?”
“One of many,” he confirmed as he threw back the bedcovers and placed Sephie carefully on the pale blue sheet before moving back to look at her. Her pink hair was tousled, her face still flushed. Her lips were swollen for another reason now.
His beard had rubbed against the pertness of her breasts as he suckled her nipples, those nipples still engorged and the color of raspberries. Her waist was slender above gently curving hips. Her mound was covered with a fine dusting of moist strawberry-blonde hair.
The temptation to taste her was too strong as he parted her legs and then slid down the bed until his face was on a level with her swollen clit and channel lips.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped softly, her hands moving up to grasp his shoulders.
That gasp became a throaty groan when Ranulf lowered his head. His lips were parted as he sucked her erect clit, the roughness of his tongue rasping over that sensitive nubbin while he lapped at the juices leaking from her channel.
She tasted, as Ranulf had known that she would, of strawberries.
He lapped up that delectable evidence of her complete arousal as his tongue continued to thrash against her clit.
Time and time again, his fingers circled but didn’t penetrate the swollen lips between her legs. Until Sephie’s groans turned into a scream and Ranulf felt her second release in her pulsing nubbin and the contraction of the entrance to her channel.
The temptation to line his cock up with that soaking wet entrance, to push inside her lubrication, to make her completely his, was so strong, it took several minutes for him to completely regain his control.
He settled back against the pillows and gently pulled Sephie to lie beside him, completely relaxed with her head resting on his shoulder.
Only their ragged breathing filled the silence.
“My turn,” Sephie said softly as she moved up onto her knees beside him.
Ranulf looked at her from between his lashes. “Your turn?”
* * *
“I want to taste you now,” Sephie told him with more confidence than she felt.
It was okay to be inexperienced when a man was as possessive as Ranulf was turning out to be, but probably not so much when she had never touched, let alone sucked a man’s cock before, and so had no real idea how to ensure he enjoyed it.
Ranulf studied her with those dark green eyes. “Only if that is really what you wish.”
She smiled slightly. “Did you know your manner of speech becomes more formal when you’re emotionally moved?”
“Yes.” He returned her smile. “But I would really like it if you would touch me now.”
Sephie knelt between his parted thighs before sitting back on her heels so that she could see him more clearly in the light from the bedside lamp. His cock was eight, possibly nine inches long, and thick too, with a throbbing vein running the length of it to the bulbous and glistening tip.
It looked delicious.
She lapped up his cream with the flat of her tongue, tasting that same combination of earthy smoke and ashes from when they kissed.
It was, as she had thought then, uniquely Ranulf. And she was fast becoming addicted.
Her fingers curled around the three or four inches she couldn’t get inside her mouth as she licked and sucked, swallowing down the copious amount of pre-cum pulsing from the tip. Her other hand moved beneath his sac, cupping and rolling his balls.
There was no warning, just Ranulf’s helpless groan followed by more of his addictive release pulsing hotly into her mouth. Sephie swallowed it down greedily, continuing to suck on that tip until he was completely empty.