Page 71 of Tail, Dark and Handsome: Celestial Mates
His stance softened and warmth returned to his eyes. “My world, yes, and you are the stars in the sky. The sun that warms me. You carry my heart.”
He closed the remaining distance between them, claiming her mouth in a greedy kiss. It was fang and tongue and lacked the skill she knew he possessed. She liked his roughness.
She liked him.
A swirl of emotions filled her as he hooked a finger into the waistband of her trousers and yanked her forward. She stumbled over her own feet, slamming into his chest. He pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled. His chest rumbled with pleasure, and he licked up her neck.
Stars, did she like it.
“You must remain quiet,” he whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
It occurred to Mari that if she was going to stop this, whatever this was, she needed to do it now. There was no going back from this. From Winter Cayne. He was an end all to himself.
Because she made super good decisions, Mari said nothing about the credits she owed or leaving. She said, “Make me.”
He growled, a hand tightening on the back of her head. Gently, he guided her down to her knees. He paused before he freed himself from his trousers, giving her the opportunity to refuse.
Mari nodded, licking her lips, her mouth watering for a taste of his cock. The last few days aboard his ship, they had been intimate. Often. But there was still much to explore about each other’s bodies. She loved the feel of him in her, and she knew she would particularly enjoy the feel of him in her mouth. His unique texture promised to tickle and bump against her tongue.
She took a moment to appreciate his cock. Dark amber at the base, the coloration shifted to bright magenta at the tip. The shape differed from a human man’s, with a blunt head rather than the flare of a mushroom at the head. Raised nodules encircled the shaft. She wanted to know what those nodules felt like on her tongue.
“Is that for me?” she asked, looking up. He stared down at her, his expression intense and fierce. Not waiting for his response, she cupped his tight balls. The delicate fuzz of his skin felt more pronounced. She nuzzled her nose against his thigh, reveling in the feel of his unexpected softness brushing against her face.
His fingers twisted into her hair and pulled her head back enough to force her to look at him. His eyes caught the light, blazing in the dark of the room. “Yours,” he said.
She opened wide, leaning forward as he fed her his cock. His fingers on the back of her head dug into her hair. The tips sprouted claws, which tickled her scalp.
He was large enough to make her jaw ache, but Mari didn’t pull away. Her tongue swirled over the nodules, tickling as wonderfully as she hoped.
“You are mine,” he said, voice low in a growl. “I will not let you leave me.”
Her hands clutched at his hips as he pumped into her. He held himself back. She could tell.
She liked the flex of his muscles under her palms and the hitch in his breath as he lost control. She loved this part of him, when he relaxed his defenses and just let himself enjoy. She didn’t understand how a man so caring and protective could deny himself so much pleasure, like he was unworthy of love.
Her hand snaked around and grasped the base of his tail.
Winter’s body jolted, like struck by lightning, and he pulled away.
He stood over her, chest heaving. His claws were extended, sharp and glinting. They could tear her to ribbons with ease.
“Was that wrong?” Mari wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
“No. Never.” He pulled her to her feet, and his claws scraped over the buttons on her trousers. “Those need to come off. Now.”
Totally on board with this plan, she shimmied out of her pants and underwear and kicked them to the side.
With little warning, Winter lifted her and knocked her into the door. The breath left her in a rush and she grinned. She ached for him. Claw tips pricked along the back of her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him and he pushed inside her.
The air stilled between them, the only sound their pounding hearts and pants. He filled her and stretched her, and every time it took her by surprise. He pulled back, dragging those wonderful nodules and lighting up her nerves.
Mari moaned with the pleasure of it, feeling every inch of him.
One hand planted on the door next to her head and the other covered her mouth. “Remain quiet,” he ordered, and sweet swirling nebulas if she didn’t clench him tighter at that.
His eyes fluttered and his ears followed suit.
There. That moment of vulnerability only she got to see. She loved it. She feared she loved him.
