The Taste
Greta had just enough time to wonder if Ixoril had heard her before he pounced.
He moved so fast that she couldn’t track him as he bounded over the fire and pressed her to the ground under him.
He was huge and heavy and warm, and nothing had ever felt as thoroughly satisfying as the way he did atop her.
With a contented rumble, he rubbed his face along the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Why do you smell so fucking good?”
Her back arched when he bit her. Lord, the way his teeth felt against her skin, sharp enough to slice, but so achingly gentle they never would. She wanted to feel them everywhere. “I don’t even care if you’re going to devour me. Just don’t stop.”
He growled against her throat. “I want to protect you. I’ve wanted that from the first second I saw you.” He tugged the neck of the sweatshirt down and bit her collarbone, just as softly.
She gasped as the sensation raced through her. “Protect me later.” Reaching between them, she squeezed his hardening length. He was as large there as he was everywhere else. “Right now, I need something else.”
Ixoril chuckled. “You’re a demanding little snack.” He kneaded her breast through the soft material until she moaned. “Maybe I’ll devour you after all.” He bit her nipple, making her jolt.
“Fuck. Yes.” Her hips rose to grind against him.
He pushed up a bit, easing one hand under her shirt to slide his fingers up until he reached the aching nub of her nipple. She groaned when he brushed over it much too lightly.
“Tell me what you want, Greta.”
The way he said her name—like a secret only he could unlock—almost undid her on the spot. Where had this man been all her life?
She stared up into his golden eyes for a long, steamy moment, then licked her lips.
Could she ask him for what she really wanted?
She found the idea of being honest with him easier than with any of her current lovers, maybe because he didn’t know her.
“I want you to fuck me into this floor, hard and dirty.”
A serious expression overtook his face. “Tugging-your-hair-politely hard? Or ruin-you-for-everyone-else hard?”
She didn’t blink. Didn’t dare to even breathe. He understood. Exactly. “The second one.”
His mouth curled into a slow and sharp grin. “I can do that.”
The bottom dropped out of her stomach. Lord, was this a mistake? What if he went too far? What if she actually had no idea what she wanted?
“Greta.” When he said her name the second time, it was with a hint of a growl. “Where’d you just go?” He was entirely focused on her, waiting for an answer.
She bit her lip, conflicted about telling him. But the fact that he’d noticed her moment of doubt meant so much. “I’ve never asked anyone for that before.”
His fingers traced the curve of her breast. “It’s very vulnerable, asking for what you want, and you have no reason to trust me.”
“But I do,” she hurried to add.
“I’m glad.” His eyes sparkled when he smiled. “We’ll do the first one. Then, if you still want the second one, we can do that. How’s that sound?”
“Like exactly what I need.”
He nodded. “What’s your safe word?”
“Orange.”
He rolled her nipple between his fingers until her back arched. “Good.” He kept at it, and she moaned as her desire mounted. “How many piercings do you have?”
She didn’t even hear the question until his fingers paused and she could regain some focus. “Eight.”
He slid his hand down into her shorts, teasing her seam with a delicate touch. “You got one down here?”
She nodded wordlessly, her lips parted.
“Spread your legs. I want to get you nice and wet for me.”
She did as he asked, feeling strangely exposed when he eased his fingers lower. Her breath hitched.
His fingers slid easily over her clit a few times. She was already slick and needy. “Guess we don’t have to do much work there.”
Her cheeks heated, not out of embarrassment, but because he was obviously enjoying the hell out of touching her. He kept rubbing her as he pulled her shorts down with his dexterous tail. She lifted her hips to aid him, and he slipped his fingers inside of her. She gasped at the sudden penetration.
“I like how eager you are for me, Greta.” He pumped in and out of her a few times, with a hot-as-fuck smile curling his lips. “It’s been a while for me, so I’m trying to take this slow, but you’re making it very difficult.”
“Am I making it hard?” she purred with her eyelids lowered.
“Let’s see.” He took her hand and tugged until it was between his legs.
Her fingers curled to grip him, and he let out a satisfying groan. She was pleased that she affected him as much as he did her.
He leaned down to murmur in her ear, “You keep doing that, and I’m going to have an embarrassing incident.”
She rubbed her hand over the soft fabric of his pants, her fingers tracing the impressions of ridges and bumps she couldn’t wait to explore. Were those scales? “I promise not to tell anyone.” She lifted her hips in offering to him.
Her breath stuttered when he bit her earlobe. “You shouldn’t tempt a starving beast.”
She arched her back, trying to get a little more friction. “You just ate.”
Ixoril growled playfully. “Food is not what I’m hungry for.” He slithered backwards so he could remove her shorts and came to rest between her legs. Holding eye contact with her, he dipped his head to bite her inner thigh.
His scaly tail coiled around one ankle and climbed her leg.
When it reached her knee, he used that and one hand to push her thighs up and back, exposing her to him.
With his eyes still locked on hers, he lowered his head and dropped a dirty kiss to her seam.
Pleasure raced along her nerves, heating her skin.
Lord, she was about to self-combust. “I’m going to need you to move this along.”
His eyes wrinkled with his smile, and both his hand and tail curled a little tighter around her legs to hold her open. He used his free hand to part her while she looked on in rapt attention.
With a ravenous murmur that shook her to her bones, he licked her clit into his mouth. She writhed under him, but he held her trapped, and the sense of being confined and at the mercy of his mouth was so delicious that her toes curled.
He moved at his own pace, even when she tried to rush matters, savoring her with long laps of his narrow, flexible tongue until she was out of her mind with wanting him.
With a purr, he pushed up and crawled over her, pressing her to the ground under him.
Her thighs spread to welcome him as he paused above her for a breathless moment where her heart attempted to pound out of her chest.
“Say it again,” Ixoril teased.
“I want you to fuck me into the dirt hard enough that I forget my own name,” she panted.
He dropped his mouth to claim hers. The kiss tasted of her and made her whimper against his lips.
His tail constricted around her thigh, and he plunged into her on a single long stroke.
Her body fluttered around him as he entered her.
When he was sheathed to the hilt, his groan echoed off the walls of the cave.
A desperate moan escaped her when he deepened his kiss and started pumping his hips.
He was huge and imposing as he moved over her—a mountain of surging muscles and carnal intent focused entirely on her.
She was utterly undone by him, as if he’d torn her open to bare her to the world and left her exposed.
Her hands skated up under his shirt and along his back, fingernails scoring his skin. He hissed against her mouth and picked up his speed.
Grabbing a rough handful of her hair, he broke the kiss by pulling her head back, forcing her spine to bow. The angle was perfect. And he was textured down there somehow in a way she didn’t understand but very much appreciated.
The friction made sensation pulse in the deepest parts of her. He pushed all the way in and held himself there, pressing his face to her neck. Her thighs trembled.
“Come all over my cock,” he growled against her throat.
At his urging, the rush of her orgasm cascaded through her. She clenched around him as he continued to move, crying out to the ceiling of the cave in her ecstasy. He didn’t slow or lessen his intensity for a moment, drawing her climax out, his hand gripping her ass to lift her to him.
He grunted with the effort of his thrusts, driving into her again and again as she gave up everything to him. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep. Panting for breath, he pressed feverish kisses to her neck as his cock throbbed inside her.