Page 96 of Ren: Warlord Brides
Her flesh was hot and slick here. Delicious. His tongue worked her sensitive nerve cluster, circling and lapping until her thighs trembled. Water poured over him. This was decadent, wasting precious water and feasting on his glorious mate, making her moan and beg and more.
His mate tugged on his tail. The urge to sting her overwhelmed him.
Ren lifted her, pressing her back to the wall. Her legs parted, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. Water cascaded over his head. Her lips claimed his, hungry and consuming.
“Tell me you want my venom,” he said.
Emry
Emry drew back. “What’s it like? Will I be tripping balls? Not a fan of that, to be honest.”
“It heightens pleasure for the female. There are no psychedelic properties.” His mouth pressed against her ear, allowing her to hear him above the drumming of the shower.
“Just feel-good venom?” She didn’t want to question the oxymoron, but… venom.Venom. She had doubts.
He held her against the wall like she weighed nothing at all. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her butt while her legs wrapped around his waist. His hips bucked, rubbing his wonderfully spiky dick along her folds. She moaned at the sensation. Her doubts faded. Everything about this man felt good.
“It raises hormone levels in females, increasing fertility.” Another thrust forward. Another moan.
“Oh my god, keep talking biology to me,” she whimpered.
“It will linger in your bloodstream until I induce you to release enough hormone to neutralize it.” His words were clinical and yet filthy at the same time. Science dirty talk should not be that hot.
“How do you induce me to release?”
Another thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, yes. Induce me, Ren.”
She barely felt the prick on her behind. He sighed, his head resting on her shoulder. Tenderly, he licked and sucked the old bite mark. It was nice, but not noticeably nicer than anything else they had done so far.
Huh. A bit underwhelming.
Then she felt it. A fire spread through her veins, warm and tingly. She felt the same, just more. Ren was warmer against her. The water felt more intense. The ache inside her demanding.
He pushed inside her, filling her. The intense need that burned inside her sighed with relief, but only for a moment. She needed friction.
“I need more,” she moaned, rocking her hips.
He murmured in her ear, pumping into her and withdrawing. Every push forward was wonderfully full, stuffing her to bursting, and every move back dragged all those wonderful spines. Again and again. She couldn’t think beyond how firm he felt against her, hard, flexing muscle. His arms, so steady and he held her. His lips, so soft and joyful, kissing and whispering the sweetest words. Her talkative man.
Pleasure surged through her, warm and dreamy. The spines flexed and rubbed, touching every part of her. She had never been so full, stretched to the point of breaking, and she loved it. She loved how their bodies connected. She loved how he watched her, how he touched her, how he held her, and she particularly loved the way his tusks scraped along her neck.
With her climax speeding toward her, Emry wanted the moment to last, but she couldn’t resist. Raw desire elevated her senses. Everything was intense, almost too intense to bear.
He lowered his mouth, fangs pressing into the curve of her shoulder.
“Do it. Claim me,” she said. “I want a new mark. One that means forever.”
A growl rumbled through him, reverberating in her core.
His teeth sank in, puncturing her skin with twin flares of agony. The pain faded fast, replaced by the dreamy, floating feeling of his venom coursing through her veins. Hard thrusts drove away any discomfort, lifting her to the brink. There was only them, moving together, her heart beating and wave after wave of glorious pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled.
Yes. Finally.
Emry agreed and agreed, shouting herself hoarse as her body quaked with her climax.
