Chapter 13 #3
I swiftly released her nipple, clenched my teeth, and buried my face between the valley of her breasts as I growled painfully to repress my burning urge to spill.
Her smug chuckle pissed me off. The fiend knew exactly how she was affecting me.
What the fuck kind of warrior would I be if I allowed myself to be bested without her even touching me, other than my damn hair?
I jerked my head up, bared my teeth at her with a menacing growl, and sunk a finger inside of her. All smugness vanished from her face as she gasped. Pain didn’t prompt that response. I’d been careful, knowing she’d likely be tight.
And she was…
But not in a frightening fashion. The fact that Zhara was also already quite wet eased the penetration.
I massaged her clit with my thumb at the same time I moved my middle finger in and out of her.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as voluptuous moans tumbled out of her.
My cock throbbed, and an unpleasant pressure clutched at my balls.
Once more, I ignored them… including the bead of pre-cum that I felt seeping out of me.
Invoking every ounce of my willpower, I resumed licking and sucking her nipples as I carefully inserted a second finger inside of her.
This time, it was a tighter fit. The fear that my considerable Braxian girth—despite being smaller than a pureblood’s—wouldn’t fit reared its head again.
So I began scissoring my fingers with each stroke to help stretch her.
I rubbed my face over her chest, inhaling her sweet scent before kissing my way down her stomach. I paused long enough to tease her navel with my tongue, then headed straight for my prize.
My abdominal muscles contracted painfully with a nearly rabid hunger as I tugged on the flimsy string of her panties’ waistband to lower it.
For a split second, I seriously considered snapping it.
It disturbed me how much the thought of tearing her clothes off—not just her panties—turned me on.
Would she find that thrilling or distressing?
That would be a discussion for another day.
I didn’t finish pulling them off her. Just as they cleared her knees, my eyes locked on her glistening petals, and I lunged forward.
Zhara cried out when my greedy mouth settled on her.
She gripped my hair with such savagery that I vaguely wondered if she hadn’t ripped out a clump.
Simultaneously, she involuntarily jerked her pelvis up, ramming it against my face.
If not for my flat, Braxian nose, she might have broken it.
And I didn’t give a fuck…
Her essence on my tastebuds acted like the most potent aphrodisiac.
But her intense gyration prevented me from enjoying my feast, not to mention the wretched panties still in the way of me settling comfortably between her thighs.
With an aggravated growl, I snapped the waistband of her panties, spread her legs wide open, then placed one hand on her stomach to pin her to the mattress before devouring her like my life depended on it.
Seeing her writhe as if possessed by a lust demon as I licked and sucked on her fanned the inferno consuming me from within.
And those moans, those damn throaty moans…
Each one acted like a ghostly hand slipping down my crotch to give my cock a fleeting caress, just enough to taunt me with the most exquisite torture.
It took me a moment to realize I was grinding my pelvis on the bed as if she was beneath me.
My stomach cramped painfully with the need to embrace my release.
I tried to stop my hips, but they wouldn’t.
Refusing to lose this self-imposed battle, I raked my nails along the markings on the side of her left thigh.
Zhara cried out, and her body seized as bliss swept her away.
To my shame, deciding that it had held off long enough, my cock proceeded to also release some of the pressure.
I slapped one hand over the base of my shaft, over the fabric of my underpants, squeezing it tightly to keep myself from making an even bigger mess.
Still, despite my annoyance at the wet fabric now clinging to my pelvis, I welcomed the partial relief. Above all, I marveled at my woman’s beauty as her wondrous body shivered from the pleasure I’d given her.
Propping myself on my knees, I continued licking and sucking on her clit to prolong her orgasm. At the same time, I surreptitiously removed my shorts and discreetly wiped myself clean with them before tossing them onto the floor.
As she started to come back down, I kissed my way up her body.
A voluptuous purr vibrated in my chest when I settled on top of her.
The searing heat of her skin against mine warmed me to the bone.
The look of pure adoration in her eyes fucked with my head.
Zhara was so incredibly beautiful, and totally mine…
She wrapped her arms around me and gently ran her nails down my back.
“Again,” I blurted out. “Harder.”
Her pupils dilated, and her face took on a lascivious expression that had me throbbing all over again.
Her palms glided up each side of my spine in a gentle, soothing caress, then she raked her nails back down, this time more forcefully.
I hissed with pleasure, my pelvis grinding once against hers with a will of its own.
Zhara shivered and repeated the gesture.
I growled and crushed her lips in a possessive kiss while rubbing my stiff shaft against her sex. As our tongues mingled, the pool of lava swirling in the pit of my stomach stirred to life again, threatening to erupt at any moment.
My mate broke the kiss and pushed on my shoulders to force me onto my back.
As soon as she began kissing my neck and chest, her left hand roaming down my body with undeniable determination, I knew where this was going.
I allowed her to go as far as my chest and suck on my nipple for a few seconds, then stopped her when she tried to proceed further south.
The look she levelled on me both screamed surprise and outrage.
“No, my Zhara. I need to be inside of you,” I said, my voice thick with desire.
Beyond the fact I was embarrassed at the idea of her going down on me after I’d messed myself—though I’d done a good job of quietly cleaning myself up—I was genuinely going insane with the need to finally be one with her.
She opened her mouth to argue, but something on my face seemed to change her mind.
“Fine… This time,” she said, a warning in her voice, even as her hand settled on my cock.
I hissed, my pelvic muscles contracting as she gave it a few strokes.
Obviously, Zhara had already seen my cock after I’d been burnt to a crisp.
After all, she had to fix that part too.
But this was her first time seeing and touching it while fully erect.
Despite her best effort at stoicism, I could almost taste her apprehension.
“Considering my size, I think it might be better for you to be on top. This way you can be in control and choose how much or how little of me you can take,” I suggested softly.
Seeing the grateful smile stretching her lips as tension bled out of her shoulders confirmed I’d read the situation correctly.
For months leading up to my arrival on Veredia, I’d debated about the best way to handle our first coupling.
While I would have preferred to be on top and the one claiming her, letting Zhara be in control and setting her own comfortable pace seemed like the most logical approach.
My mate straddled me, and I rested my hands on her scrumptious behind.
I still itched to give it a proper bite or two and fully intended to do so in the not-too-distant future.
She leaned forward and kissed me, her perky breasts pressing against my chest. I caressed her back and behind as she rubbed her sex against mine, coating it with her essence.
My breath caught in my throat as she reached between us to grab my cock and align its head with her opening. Zhara broke the kiss, lifted her head barely a couple of centimeters, and locked eyes with me. She carefully rocked back onto me, her lips parting at the immediate resistance.
Forcing my pelvis to remain still, even as my loins urged me to thrust upward, I caressed her face and smiled tenderly.
She gave me a shaky smile back as she started carefully rocking back and forth.
I was barely gaining a millimeter or two with each motion.
I brushed my lips against hers and caressed the spots on her nape so that the pleasure they procured her would help distract her from the discomfort.
Between two kisses, I whispered words of love and encouragement.
Slowly, steadily, and with unwavering determination, Zhara took more and more of me inside her. At first, I feared I wouldn’t be able to resist the burning need to grab her hips and impale her on my cock with one powerful movement. But the need to protect her superseded everything else.
And then, her body suddenly yielded, my cock going from halfway in to fully sheathed.
She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders at the burn.
I hissed, followed by a low grunt from the exquisite torture of the snug glove squeezing my length from all sides.
She was so warm, so wet, so soft around me.
She rested her forehead against mine, and I continued to caress her as she adjusted to my girth.
To my surprise, Zhara straightened far sooner than I expected.
Confused, I watched her caress my chest in a slow movement before briefly touching her own pelvis.
With her then immediately proceeding to carefully ride me, I nearly dismissed it.
Seconds before overwhelming pleasure wiped away my ability to think, it hit me.
My mate had used her healing powers to take away any pain or discomfort she might have felt.