Page 45 of A Lion's Heart
He moaned over her, licking every inch of her and making deliciously naughty sounds while doing so. Cracking her eyes open Nisa looked down to see the top of Decan’s head, framed by her thighs. It was a gorgeous sight, one she knew she’d never forget. Just as she would not forget the angry slashes she could now see crisscrossing his back. The sensation of being filled and the trembling of her thighs cleared the thought from her mind and Nisa bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out.
“Oh no you don’t,” Decan said gruffly and tilted his head back to look up at her. “I want every sound. Every pleasurable moan, every bit of your release.”
She sighed and shook her head because he was moving his fingers in and out of her as he spoke. In and out, deeper and deeper he went, faster and faster Nisa felt herself falling.
“Give them to me,” he urged and licked his lips before dipping his face back down to her dewy folds.
He licked and pumped her. She bucked and moaned, feeling as if she were going to explode at any moment now. He continued, whispering instructions for her to “let go” and “give it all to me” and Nisa simply floated on the pleasure. Her body had begun to move on its own, her hips jutting forward and pulling back with the ministrations of his fingers. Her pussy creaming as he sucked on her clit and licked her plump skin. So by the time he pulled away from her, and fit his body between her legs, Nisa was about to explode.
She literally felt as if she couldn’t take another prick of pleasure. Surely if she did she would tumble over the ledge she’d been precariously perched on since the moment he’d walked up behind her.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She did.
Her eyes opened wide, her lips parted as she panted.
“Give it all to me, Nisa,” he told her once more. “I want it all.”
“Yes,” she said and nodded. “Yes, Decan.”
His name came out in a strangled cry as he thrust his complete length inside her.
She screamed his name then, and tore her hands away from the vanity to clap hold of his shoulders. There was stinging pain that was instantly replaced by pleasure that started somewhere deep inside of her and bloomed to every corner of her being. He was thick and long and completely filling her.
Nisa hadn’t realized her legs had fallen from around him, but Decan had. He wrapped them around his waist once more, clasping her ankles as he pulled her closer, nestling himself deeper inside of her.
“We’ve been connected from day one,” he said and pulled out of her slowly. “Now, it’s official.”
Nisa heard his words but didn’t have the strength to figure out what they meant. All she knew was that he felt good. Every part of him, every movement, and every word he spoke. It all felt good. So very good she rode along with him. Stroking and pumping, moaning and hissing, until her entire body trembled, her teeth clenching together and the cat inside roared loud and long.
Decan pumped faster. He leaned in and let his lion’s teeth glide along the line of her shoulder. His hands were now gripping her bottom, his nails digging painfully into her skin there.
“It’s done,” he whispered again, just before his teeth sank deep into her flesh.
Nisa cried out again, the pleasure filling her and the pain…awakening her.
