Page 126 of The Firebrand
With his hands a light pressure on her head, Rein thrust his hips in time with her strokes.
Using her other hand, she cradled his balls while she enjoyed the taste of the vampire she loved.
“Stop, Brae.” He gently lifted her, rolling her onto her back, careful not to reopen any wounds. “You have a wicked tongue. But if you keep it on me, I’m going to come right now.”
“I have no problem with that.”
Rein took both of her hands, restraining them above her in one fist. He cupped her breast, pinching the tip of her nipple between his finger and thumb while slowly bringing his teeth down to nip at it.
Lifting his head, he asked, “Do you have a problem with this?”
“Ooh. I want that, too. Suck, Rein. Harder.”
“Like this?” When he took more of her into his mouth, his fangs scraped her skin. He jerked away as if she had struck him across the face, blowing out a series of short, open-mouthed puffs of air.
He raised a hand, a warning, as he panted, his chest rising and falling. “Give me a minute.”
But she didn’t. She shoved Rein’s hand down to her sex, where he paused only for a moment. He swept a finger back and forth between her slick folds and then plunged it into her core, his bright blue eyes studying her for a response.
Braelyn brushed a tongue across her lower lip, pressing into his hand. She gasped when he withdrew. “No. Rein.”
When he returned to her hot, wet juices with two fingers, she rocked against him, moaning, clutching his shoulders.
Her lids weighed a ton, dragging closed. Her lips parted as she breathlessly whispered, “Yes. More.”
“You’re so wet, Brae.”
“Stop talking and fuck me, Rein.” Her hips pushed harder into his invading fingers.
He laughed while taking his hand away. “Remember who’s in control here.”
Then he scooted between her thighs, pushing them wider, spreading her with his thumbs, exposing her clit. He took it with his lips and sucked. When she writhed beneath him on the edge of an orgasm, he stopped. He licked between her delicate folds and thrust his tongue where his fingers had been. In. Out.
“Oh, Rein.” Braelyn moaned. She clutched the top of his head to hold him at her sex. “Don’t stop. That feels great.”
He continued to stab into her with his tongue while she arched up to meet it.
Each time she neared an explosion, the damn fool stopped.
“What are you doing?” she screamed.
“Not so fast.”
He slid up her body to crush his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. Breaking it off, he positioned her legs over his shoulders. “Take my cock. Put it where it belongs.”
She gripped him, putting the tip where she needed him. Inch by inch, he filled her, stretched her with his thick, hard flesh.
Moving with slow, shallow thrusts, Rein shifted in and out of her wet heat.
Damn.
He was in control. He would release her only when he wanted to, but she dropped her eyelids, relishing the feel of him, the friction, the slide as he brought her to the brink of extinction before backing off again and again.
Rein’s arms flexed, balancing him above her. “Open your eyes, Brae. Watch me fuck you. Watch me make love to your tight pussy.”
She raised her lust-heavy lids to see Rein’s immense, moistened shaft pleasuring her, driving forward. Inching out. Sliding in. He was so beautiful, his hips rocking, his arms nearly quivering, his gaze fierce. She wanted him, and she was so close. As she neared release, he backed off until only his crown penetrated her. He stopped moving.
“No. Rein, let me come.” Braelyn grabbed his ass, scratching him with her nails, thrusting against him, propelling him deeper.
