Page 77 of The Firebrand
Braelyn steadied her hands against the headboard, shoving into Rein’s thrusts, forcing him deeper into her core.
Groaning with pleasure, he grabbed her hips, his neck muscles corded like stretched cable wires.
“No,” Braelyn snapped. “Faster. Harder.”
“You want my fucking cock, babe?”
“Damn it, Rein. Yes.” She shifted her pelvis.
“Work for it.”
Braelyn tightened her legs around his thighs, her nails digging into his ass.
He captured her wrists, slamming them above her head. “Watch me take your hot pussy.”
Braelyn leaned forward, staring at Rein’s thick, aching flesh as it disappeared and reappeared. “Fuck me, damn you. Stop playing.”
“Say my name. Tell me what you want.” He tormented her.
“Rein,” she gasped, “Please. Let me come. I want you.”
He kept up the slow dance, reveling in the maddening friction as his cock slipped in and out of her snug pussy.
Braelyn groaned, pleaded.
No longer able to resist, he uncoiled her legs, flinging them over his shoulders, opening her wider. He pounded into Braelyn, his grip on her hips bruising as he drove deep. Wild now, his primal urges possessed him. When her muscles clenched around his shaft, he hammered into her. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Rein. Yes,” she shouted.
He felt her orgasm build, roll through her, at first a gentle wave and building to an ocean storm. She cried out his name as he clutched her shuddering body.
Her pleasure assured, he hunted his own relief, the rocking of his hips frantic, the tendons in his neck straining as he slammed into Braelyn, the sound of his pulse banging in his ears. His balls were ready to explode. In. Out. Ecstasy ripped through him. When his seed spilled, he shuddered, tossed his head back, and roared his release.
Their gasps for air filled the room. Their chests heaved. They waited for calm. Rein rolled off Braelyn, collapsing, spent on the sweat- and water-soaked sheets.
After a while, she whispered, “That was very nice.”
“Nice? I’m insulted.”
She turned onto her side to face him, to pet his jaw. “Your ego doesn’t need stroking. But yes, it was great.”
Rein stared into her eyes, his hand tracing her curves. “You are dangerous. And it’s not my ego I want you to stroke.”
Lucky for both of us she is leaving.
Brae sat up. “Wait. We didn’t use protection.”
“Protection from what?”
“You know. Disease or babies. Alarik warned about little Aeternal mixes running around Earth, spitting up formula, wreaking havoc.”
Rein chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t carry diseases you can catch, and I won’t get you pregnant. Aeternals, except nymphs and satyrs, control the viability of their sperm or eggs.”
After about five minutes of quiet, steady breathing, he said, “You can take the shower first.”
