“Not going to leave any part of you unmarked, little one,” he growled softly, reaching up to stroke her flushed cheek. “Which is why I need you to spread your legs for me now and let me in.”
Bobbi bit her lip again.
“Just…just to Mark me?” she whispered, looking at him uncertainly. “I…I mean by rubbing against me, right? Because you know you’re not supposed to be, er, tasting me until we get married, right?”
“I know,” Dragon said, frowning. “But I have to do everything I can to Mark you with my scent, little one. It will keep you safe—do you understand?”
“I guess so,” Bobbi admitted. She couldn’t help noticing that he hadn’t specifically promised not to taste her pussy. It shouldn’t really matter though, she told herself—that particular sex act had never done much for her before.
If it doesn’t do anything for you then why is your heart pounding so hard? whispered a skeptical little voice in her head. And even if it doesn’t turn you on, it’s bound to turn him on and you know what that could lead to!
Yes, she knew well enough. Bonding Sex, whispered the voice in her head. Be careful, Bobbi—you’re skating on thin ice here and you know it.
She did know it, but what could she do? Dragon was determined to Mark her as his own and she didn’t have the will to refuse him.
He looked at her, his eyes blazing.
“Are you going to open for me, little one? Are you going to let me Mark your inner thighs and your soft little pussy?”
“Yes,” Bobbi whispered and her legs seemed to open on their own, giving in to his desire. “Yes, if…if you really think you need to.”
“I need to,” Dragon growled. And then he was dragging his hot tongue up her inner thigh from her knee to the place where her leg joined her body.
“Oh!” Bobbi gasped as he rubbed his rough cheek against her mound and inhaled deeply, as though he couldn’t get enough of her scent. She felt so incredibly sensitive right now—she wasn’t sure if she could take it if he did the same thing to her delicate pussy lips.
But rather than rubbing, Dragon began kissing instead. Gently, he placed open mouthed kisses on her outer lips, lapping them delicately with his tongue, teasing the top of her slit lightly, slipping just the tip of his tongue inside her, though he never quite dipped low enough to taste her aching clit.
Unable to help herself, Bobbi gave a little moan and thrust her hips up, just a tiny bit. Though she knew she shouldn’t encourage him, her body was crying out for more.
“Gods, Bobbi,” he growled hoarsely. He looked up at her, and the flames were dancing in his eyes again. “Can’t get enough of you, little one. The way you look…your sweet, feminine scent…the flavor of your juices…they’re all calling to me. I’m sorry, but I need to Mark you inside too.”
“You…you mean you need to…” Bobbi trailed off, unsure how to say it.
“Need to spread you open and lap your soft little pussy,” Dragon finished for her, his eyes burning even brighter. “Gods, yes, little one. Can you be good for me and let me do that? Can you let me taste your soft little pussy and Mark you inside?”
Bobbi’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. She wanted desperately to look away, because maybe if she did the spell would be broken. But his eyes held her—his flaming eyes that were drowning deep with desire. Looking into those eyes, she knew she was lost—she couldn’t stop him. Didn’t want to stop him.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I…I can do that, Dragon. I can let you Mark me inside.”
“Good girl,” he growled softly. “Such a good girl to open yourself for me, Bobbi.”
Then he ducked his head again and spread her open, using his thumbs. He studied her for a moment and his eyes were half-lidded with lust.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled hoarsely. “So hot and wet and perfect.”
Then he dipped his head and, starting at the entrance to her channel, lapped upwards, dragging his tongue over her inner pussy like a man eating an ice cream cone.
“Ohhh!” Bobbi moaned, bucking her hips again as he reached her sensitive clit. She had never been with a man who was so eager to taste her before and it was a novel experience. Most guys weren’t too interested to start with—they acted like someone trying a foreign food they weren’t sure they would like at a new restaurant—a few quick licks and then on to something else.
But Dragon was different. He acted like someone who had just been introduced to chocolate for the first time in his life. He lapped and tasted Bobbi’s pussy as though it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had and he just couldn’t get enough. Yet, for all his eagerness, he somehow found time to pay special attention to her needy little clit, too.