Page 41 of Dreaming of Darkness

I laughed at the last past, shoving him a little bit, “Such a romantic.”

“Just being truthful,” Traum’s eyes skimmed over my exposed upper body. “Now, can I please make you come so we can get some sleep?”

My teeth dug into my bottom lip. “I was going to offer you the same thing.”

His smile was wicked and sharp-fanged, “Absolutely not. I’m starving for you.”

Rolling us, I suddenly found myself under a mountain of deep red muscle and skin as Traum growled softly into my hair. “Did you wear these for me?” His touch on my bra then down my belly to my underwear made my body shiver.

“I thought you might like them; they are nearly…” I suddenly felt silly, but Traum didn’t seem to mind.

“They are the same color as me,” he finished for me. Then with a growl, he rolled back onto his haunches. “Take them off. I fear that I’m only moments from ripping them and as they are my colors, I want you to be in them all night.”

Together, I was guided up to the pillows where Traum helped me out of the panties and bra, carefully laying them beside the bed before he pushed me back down under him.

The kisses on my mouth were frantic, desperate, and then he was moving. “I’m sorry,” he hummed, apology ringing in his voice, “I can’t wait. I need to have my mouth on you.”

A moment later, his mouth, searing hot, sealed over the tip of my breast. “Oh God, Traum,” My hands dug into his hair, horns a scraping caress as he feasted on first one nipple then the other, tugging them hard and then soft until my legs writhed underneath him.

“I see,” Traum mumbled against the soft curve of my stomach and then down to my this. “You want me here, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to focus as his breath skated up the inside of my thighs, followed by the brush of a very hot, very long tongue as it barely brushed over my slit.

“Traum,” I whimpered, my knees bending as I pushed my body up at his face.

“I’ve been a bad mate today, not taking care of this needy pussy when I should’ve,” Traum clucked his tongue, then lapped at my clit. Just once. “I’ll have to make it up to you another time.”

“Or now,” I responded, my hands tightening on his hair as I rolled my hips up. “Now is good.”

Traum hummed into my pussy, then ran his tongue straight through my heat. Liquid pooled in my belly, slick leaking out as I begged for him to touch me again. To use that inhumanly perfect tongue on me again.

“Traum, Traum, Traum,” I echoed over and over.

“Fuck, I can’t wait another moment,” Traum said, his body shifting forward, flattening to the bed as one of his clawed hands threw my leg over his shoulder. I was open, so open to him now and he made every bit of this pose work for him. My body burned with pleasure, his natural ability to make me desperate was onething. This was another. I ached for him. I wanted him inside me, over me, every part of me covered in him.

I told myself it was the bond. But again, there was something else too. It was the simple pleasure of walking through town today. Or meeting his family, the pride his voice had shook with when he said my name.

I was falling in love with him.

And this, this manifestation of the bond pulls was only growing alongside my feelings for him.

“Traum,” I whispered, his tongue pressing deep, his entire mouth working against me as I moaned and whimpered. It was good, too good. I wasn’t going to last, but I needed him to know this. To understand that things were changing. And that I liked that.

His tongue found my clit with expert ability and a moment later, he was circling it, making my hips buck and bounce under his grip. “Damn-it, Traum, wait I–.”

Traum immediately froze, his gaze leaping to mine. “What? Is that a good spot?”

I moaned; it was a heavenly spot. But there was more. “I need to tell you something.”

Traum calmly licked up and down my pussy once again. “I’m listening.”

“I’m trying,” I broke off with a soft moan as his tongue pulsed against my entrance, “I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

His magical tongue slowed, retracted until it was only his hot breath against my fevered skin. “You love me?”

I looked down, his enormous eyes blown dark and wild, between my legs. “I love you.”

Traum’s eyes rolled back, and his shoulders rucked forward as his mouth suddenly was back on my pussy, his tongue more desperate, his lips forming a perfect suckling motion on my clit. Two long strokes of that tongue and I was falling hard, myorgasm making every muscle in my body shudder.

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