Page 39 of Ransomed to the World
It was her turn to moan this time.
He sat, still guiding her hips to keep time with his thrust as he leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth.
Unable to help herself, she fisted a handful of his hair, a thrill shooting through her as she felt the scrape of his horns against her palms.
With each caress, his control wavered more, his grip becoming rougher, his mouth more insistent, and it was all she could do to hang on for the ride.
Her orgasm took her by surprise, and she closed her eyes as her world exploded into a shower of pleasure. His fingers swept up and down her spine, and she reluctantly straightened.
The first thing she saw was his beautiful, smug smile.
Not near done with him, she licked her lips and gave him a smoldering smile that made his own falter. “My turn.”
Even as she scooted back to put her plan into action, he grabbed a hold of her pants. “Off.”
Unable to resist his gruff command, she stood, using his shoulders for support, and stepped out of her clothes. She stood in front of him naked, shivering at the way he devoured her with his eyes. Feeling bold, she grabbed what remained of his jeans and tugged them off.
Before she had a chance to get more than a glimpse of him, he drew her close, lifting her until he buried his face between her legs. All thoughts of taking advantage of him vanished as he devoured her. It took only one sweep of his tongue to bring her to the peak once more, and when his fangs nudged at her core, she couldn’t hold back a whimper. Then his fingers were there, stretching her, the pleasure-pain of it pushing her over the edge yet again.
She was so relaxed, she’d swear that she didn’t have a bone left in her body.
Even as the orgasm began to fade, he eased her down his chest and lower.
That’s when she felt his erection at her core.
As the tip of him eased into her, stretching her, he shuddered. He was sitting on his heels, her legs on either side of his hips, the position leaving her open for him while they were nearly eye to eye. Wanting him to enjoy himself, she leaned forward and kissed him, burying her fingers into his hair and stroking the crown of horns from base to tip in a way that seemed to set him off.
A groan escaped him, and he shook as he tried to hold himself back.
Not having any of it, Annora used her legs to begin easing herself up and down his shaft, each thrust going a little deeper until she was fully seated on him. It was almost uncomfortable to be so full…until he began to move with her. There was a hard nub at the base of his shaft that rubbed deliciously against her every time he thrust, and she began to arch against him, helpless to resist chasing the pleasure.
The pleasure-pain swirled together until her whole body tingled.
When she came this time, she couldn’t hold back, his name a breathy whisper. His grip tightened on her hips, and he picked up his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic, until he joined her and bellowed his own release a few moments later.
She gently floated back to earth, she didn’t know how much later, and found Mason cradling her against his chest, running his hand up and down her back. Every time he so much as breathed, a little shiver went through her, and she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to be ready again.
Fuck if she wasn’t beginning to crave his touch.
When she was about ready to do just that, he caught her hips, his chest shaking with laughter.
“Easy, there.” He smiled down at her when she glared up at him. “As much as I would give anything to take you again” –-fuck if he didn’t twitch inside her when he said it— “you’re going to be sore enough. We need to ease you into having regular sex…if you want.”
Annora snorted. “I’d like to see you stop me.”
His smile was blinding, a rumble of laughter vibrating in his chest, and she nearly groaned while he rubbed against her deliciously where they were still connected. Before she could investigate more and try to convince him she was strong enough for a second round, the chittering of a ferret interrupted her devilish thoughts.
She glanced up to see Prem pawing the air, obviously annoyed, as if he was exasperated and had been trying to get her attention for a while.
Time was up.
She heaved a sigh, able to feel the guys’ worry through the connection, and tried to stifle her guilt at the delay. She refused to feel bad about stealing a few minutes alone with Mason. After their brush with death, she needed the reassurance that he was okay.
Mason stole a slow, thorough kiss, then released his own sigh. “It’s time to go back.”
She winced when he helped her stand, and her eyes widened when she saw his cock for the first time. Fuck if that thing wasn’t massive. It was very much in proportion to his overall size, and she could now understand his hesitation. If she had caught sight of the damned anaconda he had earlier, she might have had reservations about having sex with him.
She gave a sigh of appreciation, thankful that he knew how to use the thing with such skill. And damned if he didn’t have what looked like a small horn at the base of his shaft that made her shiver as she remembered how he could make her breathless in just a few seconds.
