Page 75 of The Curse of Golden Blood
My legs were tightly wrapped around his, drawing him closer and closer, my bare flesh burning. I arched up, trying to get as close to him as possible.
He didn't disappoint. He rocked his hips against me, grinding his hard length between my slick folds, torturing both of us.
He broke the kiss, pushing off from me, sitting up. For a moment, he just stared down at me, his eyes raking over my naked flesh. As if he was memorizing every detail. Every curve, every mark. Every bit of bare skin that he could see.
He could have willed them away with a thought, but his fingers found the fastenings of his breeches instead, unbuttoning the waist and peeling the layers of wet fabric off. The wide muscles of his chest flexed as he moved, revealing the six pack abs, all the way down to his hard, rigid cock.
My breath hitched. It wasn't the first time I'd seen a naked male. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this. But holy hell, my Warlord was magnificent. It was a glorious sight. His cock was thick and hard, curving upward, the tip already glistening with moisture.
I didn't realize I was staring until he laughed softly. He leaned down, kissing the corner of my mouth, whispering against my skin. "Wicked girl. Enjoying the show?"
Licking my lips, I nodded. There was no use in pretending. "Very much."
The grin that split his face was almost feral. He gripped his cock in his hand, rubbing the head along my wet folds. I shuddered as he continued, his lips tracing the edge of my jaw, his words a soft murmur in my ear. "I can tell. You're so wet for me."
Yes, and it's all your fault, you infuriating, impossible, gorgeous man. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to ruin the moment with my usual snark. Instead, I reached up, clutching his shoulders, my nails digging into his rain and sweat slick skin.
A flicker of unease coiled low in my belly. He was so big, the reality of him pressing against me almost frightening — enough that my breath caught before I could hide it. I didn’t say the words, but something in his eyes seemed to know.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyes back to his. He held me with an unreadable expression, fingers rubbing over my skin.
He was not going to hurt me.
He was not going to let anything hurt me.
His hands grasped my hips, lifting them up. He lined himself up with me, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance.
My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. He locked eyes with me, brushing away a lock of wet hair from my forehead, and smiled. The gesture was so tender, so gentle, I found myself smiling back.
"That's it," he murmured. "You can take me. Just keep looking at me."
I nodded, trying to relax as he pushed into me, my body slowly stretching around him. There was a delicious sting, and then he was filling me up, inch by inch. He cursed softly under his breath.
He was surprisingly gentle, despite his urgency. Giving me time to adjust to his size, waiting patiently for my muscles to relax.
Once I was fully impaled on his cock, my head fell back, a moan escaping my lips.
Holy.
Mother.
Above.
What the hell was this sensation? I'd never felt anything like it in my life.
It was like my entire body was on fire. Except instead of pain, all I could feel was pleasure. A deep, bone shaking, soul shattering kind of pleasure.
The kind of pleasure that made you wish it would never end.
What kind of cruel joke was the mother above playing on me? To curse me to be unable to feel pleasure, and then have it given to me at the moment I was least expecting it. It was almost cruel.
My hands grabbed the back of Zydar's head, tangling in his hair as my tongue dueled with his. My body writhed under his, seeking more. As if I could climb inside his skin. As if I could become one with him and never leave.
He continued his slow, agonizing rhythm, withdrawing until only the tip was still inside me before sliding back in. Again. And again. Over and over. With each movement, his cock rubbing against my sensitive nub, sending bursts of pleasure washing over me.
I closed my eyes, my head falling back.
