Page 95 of Heartsong
“Off?”
The memory of being asked the same thing last night had Anna flushing, and she only managed a jerky nod. He went slow, peeling away her leggings as if he meant to savor every inch he revealed. He helped her step out of them when the fabric pooled at her ankles, then his claws were slipping beneath her panties. Frey leaned in, pressing his lips to her mons and nuzzling her belly as the panties slid away.
Standing naked before him, fear clogged Anna’s throat. It wasn’t anything rational or reasonable, but the terror most women felt being so exposed.
Hands on her hips, Frey held her still and looked his fill. His eyes traveled over her almost torturously slow, and Anna couldn’t help squirming—but he kept her there, making her accept and feel his adoration and need.
“You are a sight more beautiful than I ever could have dreamed,cân fy nghalon,” he murmured against her stomach, then pressed every word into her skin with a reverent kiss.
He took a moment to shuck his own pants, setting them under him on the couch. Then he was back to slow, tender kisses up and down her torso, tongue swirling around her belly button and on her nipples. Anna ran her fingers through his long hair, goosebumps raising along her skin to feel how hotly he burned.
“What do you crave, my Anna? How do you wish to be touched?”
Throat working, she told him haltingly, “I like my tits played with. And my hair. I usually need a lot of stimulation to come. Like last night.”
“Then that’s what you’ll receive, heartsong.”
“What about you?” she asked as he pulled her back down into his lap. “And don’t just say everything.”
“Your hands on my cock may be the death of me, but I’d die happy. And my horns, tug on them. Show me where you want my tongue.”
It was as much a dare as an answer, and Anna was too needy to hesitate. She filled her hands with his horns, making sure to circle her thumbs into the bases, and drew his head back to her breasts.
“You promised sucking, not teasing.”
“That I did.” His laugh rumbled through him, and then through Anna too when he caught her nipple with his mouth and sucked.
Anna’s head fell back onto her shoulders, and she held onto his horns as he devoured her. Between tongue and teeth, he stroked and nipped and suckled at her, overwhelming her senses. His hand claimed her other breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and claw, and soon Anna’s hips were rocking again. With every pass of his tongue or fingers over her nipples, a sizzle of heat burst against her clit, and she could almost imagine it was her cunt he petted and stroked.
She reached blindly for the lube. Frey’s curious eyes watched as she opened the bottle, and he released her nipple with a wetpop.
“One day soon, we will have no need of that,” he said with all the solemnity of a vow. Fingers slid from her hip down to her cunt, teasing through her folds to run in short, slick strokes across her clit. “Soon, you will become so slick with just the thought of my cock that we’ll have no need of it. Soon, your body will know mine; you will know my shape and take me with ease.”
“Until then,” she breathed, squeezing a dollop into her palm, “we’ll be responsible.”
“Until then,” he agreed.
Setting the bottle aside, Anna closed her hand around him again and pumped, spreading the lube up and down his shaft. Frey hissed, the slippery liquid heating with the friction of her movements. Her hand slid easily up and down, up and down, making his cock glisten.
“Let me feel you,” he growled. “Soak me in your slick.”
Trembling with need, Anna sat up a little on her knees, one of Frey’s hands at her hip helping her balance. Cool air kissed between her spread thighs, and a needy sound escaped her to see how his fingers that had been stroking her glistened with her.
She eased over him, guiding his cock between her folds. They both hissed at the sensation of his thick cock gliding along her slit. Between the lube and how badly she ached, he easily slid in her wet heat and soon didn’t need her hand to guide. His fingers found hers and pressed their joined hands to her clit, rolling it between them as his hips rolled beneath her.
Electricity sparked down Anna’s spine, and she reached to balance herself against the meat of his shoulder. His gaze fixed on where their hips met in an undulating rhythm, and Anna watched him watch them. His hand at her hip squeezed, drawing her closer, urging her faster. His cockhead dragged against her deliciously with every stroke, and she could feel how soaked their thighs became as his pace gained speed.
Anna snapped her hips, pinning his cock between cunt and thigh. Frey growled, flashing his fangs at her.
“Inside. I need inside you,fy nghân.”
There was no play in his expression, no softness or escape. His big hands clutched at her, holding her steady as she reached between them to fit his cockhead at her entrance.
Anna’s stomach swooped with terror and excitement, and she pressed down an inch.
Her mouth fell open as she dropped another, the head pushing past the initial ring of muscle. The lube and foreplay eased his way, but he was still much more than Anna had ever handled before. Her eyes almost watered from the pressure as she let gravity slowly work him inside.
Frey’s hands twitched and spasmed on her hips, and his head fell back onto the couch. The ball of his throat bobbed, and his lips peeled back in something like a grimace.
