Page 87 of Kiss the Dawn
“I’m going to tear these off now, but I promise to buy you new ones. In fact, I’ll buy you a whole lingerie store.”
I nodded, unable to speak past the lump of anticipation clogging my throat.
A talon jutted out from his thumb, and he used it to slice then peel back the fabric as if he was unwrapping a delicacy. He kissed me there softly, and my hips lifted to meet his mouth.
He chuckled. “Easy now, Little Silver.” He spread me wide. “Relax. Lie back.” I did so, stomach fluttering with excitement as his breath kissed my sensitized flesh. He covered me with his mouth, devouring me with his tongue, lashing at my clit and sucking on it until I was writhing, unsure whether I wanted to escape or claim more pleasure. He made the decision for me with the firmness of his grip and the determination of his attentions, and when he invaded me with his tongue, light filled my vision. The orgasm was tight and painful but oh so fucking good, holding me in its grip while my muscles trembled. He drew back slightly, and the cold air that filtered over me sent me into another spasm, but a moment later, twin needles of fire pierced the spot right next to my pussy.
“Argh!” I jolted, grasping at his head, trying to push him away as he latched on and began to suck.
The pain was brief, quickly buried beneath a wave of euphoria as the endorphins in his saliva entered my blood. I pushed myself up, offering him my body, my blood. Yes. More. But he broke away and rose over me to claim my mouth in a cocktail of blood and arousal. I panted into his mouth as he pressed his cock to my entrance and swallowed my cry of satisfaction as he entered me. Deep. Hard. Each thrust burying me in the sofa until we reached a unified release.
He stroked my hair back from my face and kissed my cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, pulse beating hard in my throat. “I liked it.”
He pulled up my shirt and took my nipple in his mouth. I arched, rubbing against him, then sucked air through my teeth when his cock throbbed inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, moving to the other breast. “I want you again. Now. All the fucking time.” He pulled out of me, flipped me onto my front, then pressed me back onto the sofa so he could take me from behind.
At this angle, it was almost painful, the stretch a burn even though I was soaking wet. I wriggled beneath him, whimpering as he thrust deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
His talons pinched my hips. His cock was too large.
“Yes, but…Oh, please don’t stop.”
He fucked me with unrestrained abandon, feral and unchained.
My walls wrapped around him, squeezing hard as he pushed me to another climax.
“Oh…Oh God. Oh fucking God.”
“Not God, your king.”
“Yes. Oh…” I unraveled beneath him as he came once more.
We layon the rug by the sofa, sated, naked, and in my case, hungry. “I need food. Oooh, we should get a pizza.”
“A peeeza?” He said it as if it was a strange word.
“Have you never had pizza?”
“No. It must be a food stuff of this era. I’d like to try it.”
“I have a menu here. We can order.” I hurried up to look for the menu that had been shoved through my letter box at some point.
I handed it to him and pulled on my shirt. “I’m going to grab some shorts while you decide what you want.”
I’d just pulled on the shorts when my phone rang on the dresser. An unknown number flashed, and I quickly answered it.
“Orina?”
“Ordell? Hey, where are you calling from?”
“I’m at a waypoint, but the connection won’t last long. I just picked up Hemlock’s message. You did it, angel. You fucking did it. I wish I could be there with you now.”
“I do too. But I understand you need to be with the triplets. How are they coping?”
