She screamed, coming around my fingers in pulsating waves, flooding my hand and my mouth. I licked her clean and stroked her through her orgasm. It was only a moment before she went limp, her muscles giving out.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to our bed as she recovered, looking up at me with a dreamy tilt to her mouth as she caressed mine with her thumb. “You have the most incredible mouth.”
“You have an incredible everything.” I kissed her deep, letting her taste her own desire, then stood back and quickly stripped out of my clothes. She was a vision against the black sheets, her skin flushed and her lips swollen.
“Oh, wow,” she managed on a breathy sigh as I stalked across the bed to hover over her. “You are…wow.” Her eyes followed her fingers as she explored the lines of my chest, my roped stomach. She ran her tongue over her lips when she reached my cock.
There wasn’t an ounce of virginal shyness in this woman’s body. We were well and truly matched.
“Fuck me.” I sucked in a breath when she tried to wrap her fingers around my dick. The pleasure of that single touch ripped down my spine, the intensity of it a warning of just how close I was to losing my control. “Lyric. Love, you can play all you want later.”
“I want to play now.” She gave me a wicked grin as I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.
“Later,” I warned her. “I want you too much.” My eyes dropped to the beating pulse in her throat.
The little temptress noticed and tilted her head back. I couldn’t decide if she trusted me more than I deserved or had a death wish. Either way, I wasn’t giving in. Not yet.
“I’m ready.” She parted her thighs, and I sank between them, my cock finding her entrance like a fucking magnet.
I laughed low. “You just think you are. You’ll know when you’re ready.” Leaving her exquisite mouth, I kissed my way down her neck, lingering wherever she gasped.
“Oh? And”—she gasped again— “how is that?”
I released her hands, and her fingers immediately stroked over my shoulders, my arms, anywhere she could reach.
“Because you won’t be stating it like a fact, Lyric.” I ran my tongue over her nipple, then sucked it into my mouth.
She groaned, rocking her hips. “I won’t?”
I shook my head, then moved to her other breast, praising the peak with my mouth and tongue before lifting my head. That sharp glitter of need was back in her eyes. “You’ll be begging me for it.”
I worked her breasts until they were heavy and swollen, then put my mouth to every inch of her stomach, learning the curves I’d spend the rest of my life worshipping.
Her body was undulating in waves, her hips rolling rhythmically when I parted her with my fingers. “Fuck yes. God, Lyric, you’re so wet.” I thrust my hips once, sliding through her slick folds and stroking her clit with the head of my cock.
“Alek,” she keened, gripping my back.
“Not yet.” I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she cried out, her hips lifting, seeking fulfillment. I gave it to her, petting her in small circles, then giving her the exact pressure she needed to come apart again.
Her head thrashed as her body locked, then released, my name a desperate cry on her lips.
My fangs descended fully, throbbing in time with my cock. “Fuck, I love watching you come.” Before she was fully down, I started working her back up again.
“Alek. Please!” She looked at me with wild, hungry eyes, shifting her knees and hooking one ankle over my hip.
The threads of my self-control broke one by one. She was all I could smell, see, feel, taste, hear…all of it. She consumed every sense.
“Now you’re ready.” I notched my cock at her entrance and paused. “We don’t need condoms. I don’t carry human diseases, and you’re not fertile, but I’ll get one if you want me to.” Moving even an inch from her body might cause my predatory nature to fixate, but I’d fight it for her.
“I fully understand, and I’m totally going to pretend you didn’t just say fertile after making me come. I just want you.” She kissed me and rocked forward, taking the head of my cock inside her slick opening. “Please, Alek. I need you.”
I leaned my forehead against hers, studying every shift of her expression, then drove forward in one powerful thrust, pushing past whatever flimsy barrier had marked her virginity and seating myself to the hilt.
She cried out.
I stiffened.
Go slow! My conscience knew I needed to go easy, but my body didn’t care. This was my mate, my one and only, and I was finally inside her. She was hotter than hell, and so tight I felt every flicker of her walls. Bracketing my weight on my forearms, I locked every muscle in my body to keep still, fighting the urge to fill her again and again.