Page 31 of Taken By the Storm King

My tunic fell open under her persistent fingers, and she pushed it off my shoulders, her hands exploring the patterns of scales across my chest and arms. Her touch lit fires beneath my skin, each brush of her fingers burning sweetly.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and something in me cracked open at the wonder in her voice.

I kissed down her body, paying homage to every inch---the curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the strength in her thighs. When I settled between her legs, she propped herself up on her elbows, watching me with heavy-lidded desire.

“What are you---oh!” She fell back as my tongue found her center.

The taste of her was intoxicating---salt and sweetness combined. I licked deeper, my textured tongue designed by evolution for catching prey now catching her pleasure instead. She writhed beneath me, her hands fisting in the sheets, in my hair, anywhere she could find purchase.

“That’s---how---“ Her words dissolved into moans as I focused my attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her thighs trembled around my head, and then she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

I held her through it, drinking in every tremor, every sound. When she collapsed, boneless and panting, I crawled back up her body, pressing kisses to her flushed skin.

“Your tongue,” she managed when she caught her breath. “It’s not human.”

“Nothing about me is human, Lucy.”

She reached between us, her hand finding me through my pants. “Show me all the ways you’re different.”

I groaned, pressing into her touch. “With pleasure.”

I stood, shedding the last of my clothing.

“I didn’t properly look before,” she whispered, sitting up for a closer view. Lucy licked her lips, and the sight nearly undid me.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

I could only nod, throat tight with desire Her fingers were gentle as they explored, tracing the ridges, testing the firmness. I hissed at the contact, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, stroking more confidently now.

“Better than good.” I captured her face in my hands, kissed her deeply. “But I want to be inside you more than I want to breathe.”

She leaned back on the bed, pulling me with her. “Then don’t wait.”

I positioned myself between her thighs, the larger of my cocks sliding against her wet folds. We both moaned at the contact. With slow, deliberate movements, I pressed forward, entering her inch by careful inch.

“Oh,” she breathed, her body stretching to accommodate me. “That’s... different.”

I stilled. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper. “It’s perfect. Don’t stop.”

I braced myself above her, watching her face as I began to move. The ridges along my length dragged against her inner walls with each thrust, drawing gasps and sighs from her lips. My second cock lay against her, adding to the friction, and she ground against it, seeking more sensation.

“Thalassar,” she moaned. “It’s so good.”

Her pleasure fed mine, each sound she made pushing me higher. I wanted to possess her completely, to mark her as mine in ways that went beyond the physical. The thought should have alarmed me---this possessiveness wasn’t like me---but in that moment, with her writhing beneath me, nothing had ever felt more right.

“Turn over,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me show you another way.”

She complied eagerly, rolling onto her stomach. I helped her onto her hands and knees, then knelt behind her, my hands spanning her hips. When I entered her again, the angle changed everything. She buried her face in the pillows to muffle her cries.

“Let me hear you,” I urged, sliding deeper. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

She turned her face to the side, her moans filling the room as I set a steady rhythm. The light from above danced across her back, painting her in the colors of my world. I leaned down, pressed my chest to her skin, surrounding her completely.

“Lucy,” I murmured against her neck. “I never knew it could be like this.”

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