Chapter 13
Jolie
Oh, my sweet Lord!
My toes curled as aftershocks rippled through me, each one making me gasp and shudder. I couldn’t stop trembling, didn’t want to, my entire body felt like it was humming with pleasure, every nerve ending singing.
His eyes locked with mine, predatory and possessive. “Mine.” The word hung between us, more declaration than question.
I nodded, unable to form words as his tongue traced the inside of my thigh, lapping at the evidence of what he’d done to me, drinking the slickness he’d coaxed from my body.
My fingers dug into the damp moss beneath us, the earthy scent mixing with our musk as his bright blue eyes glinted up at me with unmistakable hunger.
“My mate,” Diarvet whispered against my skin, the contact sending fresh tremors through my oversensitive flesh. He crawled up beside me, pulling me against the solid warmth of his body until I could feel his heartbeat hammering against mine, our chests rising and falling in tandem.
“Yours,” I whispered, shifting against him. The coarse fabric of his vest scraped across my nipples, the rough texture sending sparks of sensation through my already sensitized body. I tugged at the edge with impatient fingers. “This needs to go.”
Diarvet’s eyebrow arched, his lips curving upward into a knowing smile that made my stomach clench. “You wish to see all of me, mate?”
The word made my stomach flip, desire pooling low in my belly.
I barely had time to nod before his mouth was on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple in slow, deliberate strokes while his large hand kneaded the other, his calloused palm rough against my soft skin.
A cry escaped me as I arched upward, my fingers tangling in his thick blue hair, the strands silky between my fingers as I pulled him closer, needing more.
My back arched involuntarily as his teeth grazed my nipple with just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain, sending electricity down my spine that pooled between my thighs. “God!” The word dissolved into a gasp as he switched to the other breast, his mouth hot and demanding.
Diarvet’s laugh vibrated against my skin, the rumble traveling through my chest. “I’ll remember that spot.”
I slid my fingers down the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the outline of each muscle until they found the straining fabric of his pants, the material taut over his obvious arousal. Through the material, I felt his cock throbbing, heat radiating against my palm.
“It’s my turn,” I rasped. “I want to see you.”
With a sigh that made his chest rise and fall dramatically, Diarvet pulled away from worshipping my breasts and stood, unfolding his body with more sensuality than a male his size should possess.
The misty air rushed in to cool the dampness on my skin where his mouth had been, leaving me bereft and aching.
Then his hands moved to the leather ties of his vest, fingers working the knots with deliberate slowness as he held my gaze, and heat consumed me again.
The garment fell away, revealing more of those blue and gold scales splashed with fuchsia stretched taut over sculpted muscle, his chest rising with controlled breaths that betrayed his restraint.
His hands moved to the fastening of his pants, and my breath caught in my throat. The fabric slid down his narrow hips, pooling at his feet, and….
Oh, my sweet Lord!
My mouth went completely dry, my tongue suddenly thick and useless. His cock stood proud and thick, It was covered in blue and gold scales, that created a mesmerizing pattern along his length. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even blink, my eyes tracing every ridge and texture.
“Well?” One corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk, revealing the sharp point of his canine tooth. His voice carried a hint of amusement mixed with desire. “Do I meet with your approval, mate?”
I could only nod frantically, my hand already reaching for him, fingers trembling with need.
He settled beside me, his body heat radiating against my flesh.
His palm slid up my inner thigh, callused fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, each touch making my muscles quiver.
His fingers found me slick and ready, sliding through my wetness with ease, but he hesitated, his movements stilling.
His eyes flicked down to his scaled length, then back to where his fingers disappeared inside me, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.
His movements stilled completely, the tension in his powerful body shifting from desire to something more vulnerable, concern etched across his angular features. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, his voice dropping to a whisper so soft it was almost fragile.
I followed his gaze downward, understanding dawning as I realized the source of his hesitation.
He was big. Substantially bigger than any human male I’d ever been with, his shaft uniquely textured with those mesmerizing blue-gold scales.
Beautiful, undeniably, breathtakingly beautiful, but also intimidating in a way that made my pulse quicken.
The iridescent scales created ridges and textures alongside his considerable length promised sensations I’d never experienced.
I reached up with trembling fingers, tracing the sharp, defined line of his jaw, feeling the muscle jumping under my touch. His eyes fluttered closed, a shuddering breath escaping his parted lips.
“You could never hurt me,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the thundering of my heart.
I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, threading them through the silky strands of his blue hair, pulling him closer until our foreheads touched and I could feel his breath mingling with mine. “You’re mine, just as I’m yours.”
He heaved a deep shuddering breath, his muscles relaxing, but still he did not move. I dug my nails into the firm muscles of his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his scales. “If you stop now….” My voice broke into a whimper. “Diarvet. Please. I need you.”
His bright blue eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, as he shifted his weight and settled himself between my thighs.
The muscles in his arms flexed as he braced himself above me.
My legs wrapped around his narrow hips, pulling him closer, my heels digging into the small of his back, urging him forward.
The broad head of his cock slid against my entrance, the textured scales catching and dragging slightly against my sensitive, swollen flesh. The sensation made my back arch sharply, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips.
Diarvet pushed forward slowly, his jaw clenched tight with restraint, tendons standing out in sharp relief along his neck.
My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders as my body yielded to him inch by inch, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his considerable girth, the scales adding texture that made every second of penetration exquisitely intense.
He withdrew with agonizing slowness until just the scaled tip remained inside, my body clenching around him, trying to pull him back.
Then he thrust forward with a force that stole the breath from my lungs, driving deep.
Those ridged scales along his shaft dragged against my inner walls with delicious friction, the texture catching and releasing, sending bolts of lightning racing up my spine and exploding behind my eyes.
Our mouths crashed together, his tongue sliding against mine in the same primal rhythm as our bodies, claiming and exploring. The taste of my own arousal still lingered on his lips, mixing with his own unique flavor.
My vision blurred at the edges, the jungle dissolving into abstract patterns of green and gold as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My inner muscles clamped down on him, pulsing and fluttering with each heartbeat, drawing him deeper.
Diarvet buried himself to the hilt, his powerful muscles trembling against my thighs, his entire body taut. “So beautiful, my zeihava,” he groaned against my lips, his voice rough and broken with need. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
His voice pushed me over the edge. My cry of release echoed through the jungle, startling a flock of brilliantly colored birds into sudden flight. The universe narrowed to just this singular moment—our bodies joined and moved as one, hearts pounding in synchronicity.
I was still trembling when Diarvet’s hand hooked under my knee, lifting my leg until my thigh pressed flush against my chest. The shift in angle made his next thrust devastatingly deep.
The scaled head of his cock dragging across that perfect spot inside me that sent white-hot sparks bursting behind my eyelids.
His scales rasped deliciously against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the blue-gold iridescence catching and reflecting the light, creating shifting patterns across our joined bodies.
“Goddess!” The word escaped through his clenched teeth, as his hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, driving deeper still.
The corded muscles of his abdomen flexed and rippled with each powerful thrust. “Perfect, zeihava.” His voice broke on the word, vibrating through my core where our bodies connected.
My fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders as the pressure built again, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly.
My spine arched sharply off the damp moss beneath us, my breasts pressing against his chest as every nerve ending in my body ignited.
When the climax hit, it crashed over me in devastating waves.
Stars burst behind my tightly closed eyes, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his scaled length as my cry of ecstasy echoed, raw and uninhibited.
His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my moans, his tongue sliding against mine in the same frantic rhythm as his thrusts.
His muscles coiled tight beneath my palms, every muscle trembling as his own release overtook him.
He pulsed inside me in scalding waves, filling me completely as a guttural groan tore from his throat.
His forehead dropped to mine, our noses brushing, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts against my parted lips.
Diarvet settled against me, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, his face finding the hollow of my neck where he pressed open-mouthed kisses against my racing pulse.
I locked my ankles at the small of his back, my legs trembling with exertion, unwilling to let even an inch of space separate our sweat-dampened bodies.
I could feel our heartbeats sync into one unified rhythm, the thundering gradually slowing to a steady, shared cadence.
Connected. Bound together in a way I never dreamed possible.