Page 75 of The Firebrand
Rein hovered above Braelyn on flexed arms. He pressed his devouring lips to hers. When she opened, he swept in, penetrating, exploring, faux fucking her. In. Out. Kissing had never turned him on. In fact, he mostly avoided it. Too personal. But with this Earther, he was about to explode before his cock was inside her.
As his erection throbbed between her thighs, he held himself in check. “Touch your breasts. I showed you what I like.”
She obliged, cupping a firm mound, offering herself to Rein. He drew a nipple into his mouth. Playing. He licked. He nipped. She arched into him. When he withdrew, his tongue lapped a circle around the hard, wet nub.
Braelyn moaned, encouraging him to take more.
He moved to the other nipple, fighting the desire to bite, to feed. She was sweet torture. Though he longed to mark every inch of her, to show the world he owned her, he didn’t brand her with his fangs.
Instead, he whispered against the curve of her breast. “Do you know what I plan to do?”
“No.” She trembled, her fingers stroking his biceps.
“I’m going to taste you.” He slid down her legs, threw them wider, angled his head down, and fixed his gaze on her sex. “Bend your knees so I can see you better.”
An attractive pink blush crawled along Braelyn’s freckled skin. When she tried to scoot away, Rein fisted her ankles to hold her in place.
“Too late. You’re mine now. Ask me to taste your pussy.” He positioned her legs where he wanted them. Smiling, he drew a finger through her moist channel. When it was coated with her juices, he sucked it into his mouth.
Her eyes sparkled. “Oh.”
“I’m waiting.” He stroked her wet heat again.
She quivered, scenting of desire. “I … I want you to taste me.”
“Taste what, Brae?”
“My pussy.”
“Show me where.”
Her long, tentative fingers wandered between her thighs.
“That’s good.” Rein bent, trailing kisses along her belly, traveling closer and closer to the damp cleft between her legs.
“Yes. Please.” Braelyn panted, the sheets crumpled in her fists.
Rein shoved her knees farther apart as he used his thumbs to spread her, expose her luscious core to his view. “Beautiful. All mine. Now I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come shouting my name.”
When he licked between her folds, she jerked, panting, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He sucked, nipping her clit while she thrashed at the onslaught. Rein pressed a hand to her abdomen to trap her, his tongue a weapon, stabbing into her pussy, tasting, rolling in her flavor.
But each time she neared release, he stopped.
Braelyn rocked her hips off the bed. “Rein, please.”
He glanced up at her hooded eyes, heavy with desire. “Please? That’s it? You can do better, Brae.”
When he descended on her again, she crushed her palms to his head, her fingers threading into his hair while she thrust against his mouth. Spearing his tongue deep into her core, he plunged in, slid out, sampling the human female who threatened to undo his hard-won control.
She squeezed her thighs tight. Her belly strained. “Rein. Rein.”
Her heels dug into his back. Her nails scored his shoulders, and she rocked up to meet his assault. Faster. Faster. When spasms rolled through her, Rein sealed his lips around her clit, sucking until she exploded, a long, orgasmic eruption.
After one last shudder, her arms fell to her sides, unmoving.
Rein scooted up between her legs, keeping his weight off her. “We aren’t done. You still need to be fucked.”
When Braelyn’s cheeks turned crimson, Rein’s heart pounded against his chest. The thought of being inside her, feeling her muscles stroke his cock, sent waves of heat through his body.
