Page 52 of Feral Fates
“Not yet. I want you coming on my tongue first.”
She doesn’t get the chance to argue. I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and drag her to me, spreading her thighs wide. One long lick up her slit and she’s sobbing.
“Fuck, Ryker?—”
I wrap my arms under her thighs and pull her closer, my mouth working over her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, grounding. She’s close again, I can feel it. Her whole body is vibrating.
Her sweet, slick heat coats my tongue and makes me growl with need. She’s so wet, her arousal clings to my lips and soaks my face. I’m ravenous, devouring her like a starving man.
I suck her clit, just once, hard.
She explodes.
Her cries echo off the walls, her thighs clenching around my head, her entire body going taut and then slack as the orgasm crashes through her. Her cream coats my mouth, my tongue, my cheeks and I can’t get enough. I keep licking, though gentler now, easing her down.
But I’m not done worshipping her. Not by a long shot.
I turn to kiss the insides of her thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin until she squirms. Then I begin my slow ascent—up her abdomen, her hips, her belly, her ribs, the underside of her breasts. I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while my hand cradles the other, thumb teasing the peak until it stiffens under my touch.
She moans, her back arching, hands clutching at my shoulders.
“More,” she whispers.
“Everything,” I vow, trailing kisses up her sternum, over the hollow of her throat. My teeth scrape her pulse point, and she shivers.
When I reach her mouth again, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me tighter against her. Our bodies align perfectly—her softness to my hardness, her heat dragging the last threads of control from my grip.
Still, I go slow.
“You’re everything to me,” I whisper. “And tonight, I’m going to show you.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips parted. She’s flushed and sweaty, and there’s a glow I’ve never seen on her face.
It’s addictive.
I rise, shedding my clothes as I go, baring myself fully to her gaze.
She stares at me with wide eyes, then down to where I’m thick, hard, and leaking.
“That’s not going to fit.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, it will. Slowly. Gently. I’m going to worship every inch of you while I make it fit.”
I crawl up her body, kissing her knees, her thighs, her hips, her breasts—biting lightly at her nipple until she moans. When I reach her lips, I pause.
“Still want this?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I need you, Ryker.”
I guide my cock to her and slide in slowly, inch by inch. She gasps, body tensing.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. Just feel.”
She’s wet and tight, and the heat of her surrounds me, dragging a groan from my chest. She’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
