Page 112 of Warrior's Reign
He gripped the edge of the bed, veiling his predator bright eyes with his lashes. Her body began to cool from the orgasm, legs going limp.
Vykhan shook his head. “Not that easy,yada’ami.”
Her heart stopped a second when he latched back onto her clit, the overly sensitive bud swollen and tender to the touch. Reign moaned even as she inched away from him, but he seized her hips, stilling her flight, and his tongue and teeth brought her to the brink of another shattering orgasm.
To the brink.
He released her hips, one hand finding her nipple and twisting, the other hand delving between her thighs and—
—three fingers arrowed inside her swollen, desire slick channel. Slammed inside and curved, seeking, pumping. Pausing when she screamed again, then repeating the motion that drew the cry from her throat.
Again. And again.
Even after the third orgasm, her body sore and spent, he didn’t let her go. He forced her to a fourth height, her throat hoarse as he speared her with his fingers. As his mouthabused her clit.
The fifth orgasm and finally she broke. “Please, no more,” she begged around the gag. A little afraid he couldn’t hear her, intent on his sensual savagery, a little afraid he would ignore her even if he did hear.
But he lifted his head, nothing of the male she thought she knew in his eyes. His mouth glistening, smeared with her honey. She hissed as he slipped out of her body.
Nearly whimpered when he paused, as if struggling with himself. As if he wanted to walk right through her no and continue on.
But he staggered to his feet, stepped back. Then lunged forward and ripped the gag from her mouth.
Reign closed her eyes. If he could shatter her like this with just hands and mouth. . .oh, goddess.
Was he right?Couldhe break her?
Rebellion sparked. She wasn’t weak. She opened her eyes and whispered his name. “Vykhan.”
The hard erection under his snug pants was obvious. He didn’t move, even as her gaze caressed him.
“Don’t leave me like this,” she said. “Don’t leave hungry.”
He considered her, that feral male still his eyes, then he crawled back onto the bed and straddled her body.
“No touching,” he reminded her.
She nodded, licking her bottom lip as he took himself out of his pants. Palmed the wide, heavy, engorged length of his cock in his fist.
And began to pump.
Once, twice.
She wanted so bad to wrap her lips around him. To taste him as he tasted her. She opened her mouth to ask but a slash of his feral eyes had her stuffing the words back down her throat.
Three, four, five. A deep growl in his throat, the edge of a moan.
Well, he’d said not to touch him, not that she couldn’t touch herself.
She pressed her breasts together, just before he shouted and spilled creamy seed all over the mounds. Growled low, still pumping, and gushed more liquid onto her. Reign rubbed the come into her skin, between her cleavage. Drug one finger through the stuff and lifted it to her mouth, licking his juices the way he’d licked hers.
“One day,” she murmured, “you’ll let me take you in my throat. Soon, hopefully.”
Vykhan released himself and stumbled away from her. Stood for a moment, hair around his shoulders, eyes flashing, chest moving as if he’d run a marathon.
Eredan turned and strode out of the bedroom.
Her dark, delighted laughter on his heels.
