Page 83 of Gold Sector
I crawl back up her panting form to reach her mouth, my tongue instantly seeking hers as I force her to taste her pleasure while she continues to come against my hand.
“Hold on to that sensation, printesa mea,” I tell her softly. “Remember how good you feel right now and know that it’s only the beginning of what I can do to you.”
Her lashes flutter open, her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. There’s a little note of confusion in her features, like she’s not sure what I’m saying.
I don’t elaborate.
I don’t explain.
I just pull my fingers away from her sweet pussy and grab my shaft to give it a stroke.
“My palm is so fucking wet from you, Taliana,” I inform her with a groan. “Flames, just a single pump of my fist has me soaked from tip to hilt.”
A little more awareness enters her features, her gaze flickering downward.
I don’t hide what I’m doing, instead lifting my hips so she can watch me angle my cock toward her weeping heat.
I look so big compared to her, but I know she can take me. Fuck, she was built for me. Not just with her scent, but with her sexy little body, too.
“Grab my shoulders,” I demand. “Hold on to me and don’t be afraid to scream. I know this is going to hurt. But I’ll make it up to you, printesa mea.”
She releases a little sound of protest, one I don’t think she meant to let escape. However, her hands obey me, her nails digging into my skin on instinct.
Her pretty eyes are focused on where my head meets her entrance, her nostrils flaring as I begin to push forward.
Taliana’s lips part on a squeak that turns into a pant, but my perfect little Omega accepts my girth like she was made to. “You’re taking me so fucking well, sweet diamond,” I praise her, my voice deeper as I fight the urge to thrust all the way into her.
“Oh!” She shrieks, her legs tensing around me.
I grab her hips before she can try to pull away, herpussy spasming around me like she’s trying to push me out. “Shh,” I hush her, my mouth against hers. “Focus on my mouth, Taliana. Focus on kissing me.”
I don’t give her a chance to fight me or voice a protest. Instead, I silence her with my tongue, forcing her to adhere to my command, to let me take care of her the way I know how to.
She responds by digging her nails into me even more, the scent of blood taunting the air.
Little hellion, I think, pleased.
And I finally give in to the instinct to pump my hips forward.
She screams against me, her insides clamping down so hard around me that I nearly come prematurely. Becausefuck,she’s tight. And wet. And hot. And so Godsdamn perfect that, for a minute, I lose all control of my senses.
Then I taste her tears in our kiss and realize she’s crying from the pain.
I hush her with a purr, my dragon telling his intended mate that he’s proud of her for accepting us inside her, and I draw little patterns against her hip bone in an unspoken vow to give her more.
“You’re doing so well,” I promise her. “I know it’s a lot, little diamond. But your pussy feels so good around me. Soon, you’ll see how amazing we are together, how perfectly wefit.”
She trembles, her fingers releasing me as she spasms beneath me.
I kiss away her tears while I wait for her to acclimate to my size, and continue whispering praise against her mouth. “I’m so grateful for you,” I tell her. “You’re a fantasy I never knew I needed until now.”
Because Gods, I’ve never been this hard in my life. This pent up. This fucking aroused.
She just feels so damn good. So flaming flawless.
I need to move.
To fuck.
