Chapter 14 Florienne #2
My mouth waters. I’m already hot and squirming from how it looks, bobbing with each of his harsh breaths.
Before, in the Labyrinth courtyard, I stroked him inside his pants.
He felt big in my hands, but seeing him is something else altogether.
A bead of pre-cum glistens at the broad tip, and I have the urge to taste it.
Drayven’s eyes darken as he watches my tongue swipe along my lower lip. “Like what you see?”
I nod, unable to form words. He strokes his shaft lazily, putting on a show.
“Tell me what you want, Flori.” His voice is gravel.
“I want …” I swallow hard. “I want to taste you.”
A low growl of approval rumbles in his chest. He shifts his knees, one on either side of my body. Bracing one hand beside my head, he uses the other to guide his cock to my parted lips. I dart forward and lap at the salty drop on his tip. He hisses, hips jerking back.
“I didn’t give you permission,” he grumbles.
“Sorry.”
My smirk is hard to contain, but I do my best to behave and wait. Patiently. It goes against every instinct I have. But I feel he wants to do it like this. The vulnerability in his voice, the emotion in his eyes, the way his hand trembles around his shaft, tells me he’s been fantasizing about this.
Another exhale, and I am the picture of a dutiful lover.
“If I knew this was the fastest way to get you to listen to me…” His lips curve on one side, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. It’s a piece of the old Drayven. Before I can respond, his amusement dies, and he orders, “Open wide.”
I part my lips.
“Yeah, like that.” He slides his tip over my lower lip, testing me. When I blink up at him, his gaze softens. “That’s my girl.”
His praise curls heat low in my belly. Being submissive shouldn’t feel so appealing, but with him, it’s safe. Freeing. I suspect I’ll feel the same on top. In any position. Slowly, he brings more of his shaft into my mouth. He’s thick, salty, stretching my jaw.
His weight on my lips. His heady, musky scent.
“Give me a lick, sweetheart.” I swirl my tongue around his crown, and he groans. “More.”
Drayven’s fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me as I bob my head. His breathing grows ragged, punctuated by low, sharp grunts. “Fuck, Flori. Your mouth…”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. His hips buck, pushing deeper. I gag but adjust, relaxing my throat.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take all of me.”
I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His grip tightens, and he starts to thrust, fucking my mouth in earnest. Tears prick my eyes, but I don’t stop. I want this—want him losing control. I need this. He needs this.
I look up, meeting his wild gaze, and change the angle of my head so he hits my throat differently. His eyes roll back, a strangled sound escaping his lips. Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop.
“Enough,” he gasps, almost manically, as he lowers down my body. “I need to be inside you.”
“Do it.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, Flori,” he gasps as my cunt nudges his tip. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”
“Not today.”
Slowly, agonizingly, he pushes inside. I’m so wet; he glides in the first inch without resistance. We both moan. My eyes roll as pleasure takes hold.
“No,” he scolds, fisting my hair and forcing my gaze back to where his cock enters me. “You asked for this. You’ll damn well watch it.” Another inch. “Watch how well you take me.” Another. “Watch how well you’re made for me.”
“You’re… so thick.” I wince at a pinch—a sting of pain. “I didn’t practice with—” I bite back my words, embarrassed that I’ve only used polished dildos down there.
He stills. “Flori…”
“Keep going.” He’s not even fully seated.
“I’m hurting you.”
“It’s okay.” I nibble my lip. “It’s not supposed to hurt every time. Is it?”
“But you’re…” His gaze darts over my inked badges of mastery.
“They say Vespers are trained in every activity between a husband and wife.” Emotion flashes on his face.
“I wanted to die when I found out the fate I’d left you with.
I intended to visit you, but each time I saw you through the Pen’s windows—another mark on your skin, and I… ”
It’s not disgust, like I feared, shining in his eyes. It’s shame. Regret. Self-blame. I slide my hands around his sweat-damp neck and tug him close. “I never blamed you,” I whisper, lips fluttering against his. “For my being there. Even now, knowing what I know about you, I still don’t.”
He exhales and rests his forehead against mine. For a long, breathless moment we stay like that, head to head, his cock half inside me.
“So I’m your first,” he mutters, voice deep. “In this.”
“Yes.”
Hot, carnal eyes meet mine. “Then I’m sorry, sweetheart. This is going to hurt before it feels good.”
He thrusts hard. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders as he fills me.
It burns. Stretches. But he’s already distracting me from the pain by cupping my breast and tonguing my nipple.
Tingling pulls of molten fire shoot down to my womb.
When he reaches down and plays with my clit until I squirm. Whimper. Pant with needy sounds.
“Shh,” he soothes, trailing kisses up my neck and jaw. “This is the good part now, love.”
He captures my lips in a deep, languid kiss as he moves—slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to his size. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a building pleasure that makes me pant and arch against him, meeting his movements, wanting more.
“That’s it,” he mumbles. “Take me deeper.”
His pace quickens, hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. The sound of skin slapping skin mingles with our gasps and moans. I dig my heels into his lower back.
“Harder, Dray,” I beg.
“Bossy.”
“I won’t break.”
“And fucking dramatic.”
Our breathless laughs cut short when he hooks my legs over his shoulders and rears back, gifting me with the perfect view of flexing abs.
The new angle has him hitting a spot that makes me see stars.
I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity.
His powerful thrusts rock my body, knocking my head back onto his rolled-up shirt.
I’m lost in sensation, drowning in the feel of him.
“You’re mine.” His voice is rough with possessive need. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp.
“Don’t ever doubt how I feel for you.”
“Never.”
He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me whimpering, reaching for him.
I don’t know what I’m asking, but he gives it to me.
He slides my legs off his shoulders and flattens against me, hips never faltering their pace.
The closeness. The weight of him. The heat. It’s exactly what I need.
My teeth clamp gently on the tendon between his neck and shoulder. My fingers claw at his back. He hisses, the pain spurring him on.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
His words ignite something primal within me. I bite down hard enough to bruise. He roars, hips slamming into me with renewed vigor.
“Fuck, Flori!”
The coil of heat in my core winds tighter and tighter. I’m so close, teetering on the edge. Drayven senses it. His thumb finds my clit and rubs furious circles.
“Come for me,” he commands. “I want to feel you fall apart around my cock”
I combust. Sparks everywhere, in my vision, in my body. My entire body seizes with pleasure.
Drayven’s rhythm falters. His movements become erratic, desperate. With a cursed groan, he thrusts one last time. Hot pulses of wetness lash my stomach as he climaxes, face contorted in ecstasy.
He collapses on me, warm and sweaty. His fingers flex in my damp hair, nose pressed against my neck, breathing labored. I didn’t think sex could be like this. This moment, the rawness of it, the beauty.
Until I trail my hand down my body and feel the wetness on my stomach.
Shoving him off me, I glance down. It’s not my wound reopened, nor his. We’re both healed. What I find is a pink mix of my virginal blood and his seed outside of me.
He’d pulled out at the last moment, but I was too blissfully high to notice.
Guilty blue eyes clash with mine. “I’m sorry, Flori. But I can’t be your king.”