Page 56 of Naga Warrior's Mate

The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and raw masculinity that made her ache with need.She worked him with a rhythm born of instinct and desire, her hand and mouth moving in unison, each stroke, each caress designed to drive him wild.

Dernin’s fingers tangled in her red waves, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining control.“Alaysia,” he groaned, the word a testament to her skill.

Her heart swelled with pride, knowing she could bring this formidable warrior to the brink with nothing but her touch.She reveled in the power she held over him.

Alaysia’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she took him deeper into her mouth, the salty essence of him coating her tongue.But just as she felt the coil of his release tighten beneath her touch, he pulled away, leaving her momentarily bereft.

“Dernin,” she whispered, a question hanging on the edge of his name.

He lifted her from the floor, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to the bed.The cool sheets against her bare skin were a stark contrast to the heat that emanated from his body.As he laid her down, the hunger in his golden eyes spoke volumes, promising her a pleasure that was worth the wait.

“I want to savor every inch of you,” he murmured.

His lips trailed a path of fire down her neck, each kiss a deliberate tease that left her arching into his touch.His hands soon explored her with a reverence that bordered on worship.He cupped her breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching her pebbled nipples until she was a writhing mess of need.

Alaysia’s thoughts scattered, her world narrowing to the sensation of his mouth on her skin, the relentless pursuit of his hands awakening every nerve ending in her body.

And then his mouth was on her where she was slick and aching for him.His long, agile tongue traced her delicate folds with an expertise that left her trembling.He lapped at her, each long lick a warm, electric sensation that had her moaning his name.

“Dernin, please,” she begged, not quite knowing what she was asking for, only that she needed more.

He groaned in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her.His fingers joined the assault, one, then two, sliding into her with ease, curling in a way that had her seeing stars.The pressure built within her, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to sweep her away.

Her release came crashing down on her, a tempest of sensation that tore a cry from her lips.Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue.Her body convulsed around his fingers, her soul momentarily shattering under the onslaught of her orgasm.

As the tremors subsided, Dernin withdrew his mouth, his lips glistening with the evidence of her desire.He moved to lie beside her, his eyes dark with unfulfilled need, but the satisfaction there mirrored her own.

With a voice that resonated with an authority that thrilled her, Dernin murmured, “On your hands and knees, my fierce beauty.”His words sent a shiver down her spine, a command that was both a surrender and an invitation to something wild and untamed.

She complied, her body moving with grace.The cool air of the room kissed her heated skin, and she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet powerful in her vulnerability.

Dernin’s hands explored the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fresh wave of desire.He positioned himself behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her supple flesh.She held her breath, anticipation coiling tightly within her.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his large member filling her completely.A gasp escaped her lips, the sensation overwhelming yet exquisite.He began to move, each stroke measured and deep, a rhythm that built gradually, like the rising swell of an oncoming tide.

Her mind was unable to grasp anything but the feel of him inside her, the intoxicating rhythm of their union.She felt the scales of his tail brush against her legs, a reminder of his otherness, a thrilling contrast to her own soft skin.

Dernin soon reached around, his skilled fingers finding her sensitive nub.He massaged her with maddening precision, each touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her.The world around them faded into nothingness, their bodies locked in a rhythm designed just for them.

As his need for release grew stronger, he moved faster and faster, gripping her hips tighter.His thrusts became forceful and deep, a relentless pounding that stoked the fire within her to an unbearable intensity.

“Dernin,” she cried out, her voice a mixture of awe and desperation.She was teetering on the edge, her body strung taut.

His only response was a low, guttural growl, a sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his being.

Alaysia felt the world shatter around her.Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, a force so potent it left her breathless, her body convulsing with the intensity of it.

And then, with a final powerful thrust, Dernin’s own release followed swiftly on the heels of hers.With a primal roar, he drove himself as deep as he could into her, his body shuddering as he came powerfully, his seed spilling into her in hot, surging waves.

For a moment, they remained locked together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison.Slowly, Dernin withdrew from her, and they fell back onto the bed, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking.

Alaysia turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his in a silent communion of hearts and souls.She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had found something rare and precious in the depths of her captivity—a love that was fierce and untamed, a love that had the power to set them both free.

As they lay there, the outside world and its troubles seemed a lifetime away.At that moment, there was only Dernin, the promise of a future filled with hope, and the sweet, undeniable joy of being truly and madly in love.

Chapter 29

Dernin

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