Draven rose from the floor and made his way on top of her. He took his time, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up her body. Her thighs, hips, stomach, worshiping her body until he reached her breasts.
She gasped when he took a nipple into her mouth, rolling it around between his fangs as his other hand worked softly at pinching the other. Every ounce of pressure he exerted on the sensitive nubs stoked the flames within her. Flora didn’t think there was any more pleasure to be had after that mind-blowing orgasm, but once again Draven proved her wrong.
The back of her shoulders pressed into the mattress, and her hands worked their way into the skin on his back, leaving marks every time he teased her.
Flora craned her neck to the side when he trailed his tongue up her collarbone and jaw, shivering when the cool air hit the places he’d traced. Once his mouth found its home on hers, their tongues twisted and tangled together.
He was going to be the death of her. Not old age. Not any bite from a vampire. This man. He was addictive, and she’d gladly become a junky. Her body sang for him, all he had to do was name the song.
“You’re fucking perfect, Flora,” Draven whispered as he nuzzled against the crook of her neck before playfully biting her earlobe.
His fangs against her flesh sent a shiver through her. “I need you, Draven.”
“I’m right here.”
She let out a huff. “You know what I mean.”
“Say it, Flora.” He raked his teeth down her neck to where her artery pumped erratically. “You know I need the words. Tell me what it is you want. Tell me exactly what I should do to this untouched pussy.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
He nipped at her flesh and smiled against her. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you.”
Flora pressed her hands into his shoulders and pushed him back so she could look into his eyes. When she did, the mask of the confident hybrid was gone and in its place was just Draven. As much as she was baring herself to him, he was doing the same. He wasn’t the heir to the Moon Ridge Pack, and she wasn’t being dragged into the start of a supernatural war. They were just Draven and Flora, finding shelter in one another.
She bowed her back, lifting her hips to meet him. “Fuck me, Draven. Make me feel.”
“Anything for you, Luna.” He trailed his hands down the curve of her torso, tweaking her nipples on the way down until his hands gripped her hips.
Flora stilled as he ran his cock up and down through her slick folds, coating himself in her. She looked between them, and sucked in a breath when he notched himself at her entrance.
“Stay still. If you don’t, I might lose control and as much as I would enjoy that, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded and watched as he slowly started to enter her. There was a pinch, no more than a moment's pain as he pushed his thick cock past her entrance. She dug her nails into his biceps, unprepared for the way he stretched her to the point she felt like she might break.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Flora tensed, and Draven let out a garbled groan.
“Relax for me Flora, let me in.” he commanded softly. “This pussy was made for me.”
She let out the breath she’d been holding and tried to relax into him, waiting for the pleasure he’d promised. Surely it wouldn’t be this uncomfortable every time. If it was, she’d gladly stick with everything she’d tried up until that point. She could live with that.
Draven continued to push, slowly, and Flora clenched her eyes shut.Full. That was the only way to describe what she was feeling. So damn full of him.
She gripped the comforter, focusing on the man inside her instead of the discomfort he caused, until he was fully seated within her.
“Breathe, Flora. Let your body accept me.”
She was doing a hell of a lot more than accepting him. It felt as though she was consuming him from the inside out. The longer he was with her, the more connected they became, and he stripped away everything but her need.
Draven licked his lips and leaned forward pressing a petal-soft kiss to the corner of her lips. “Are you alright, Bubbles? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Flora shook her head. “No, but I need you to move. Slowly.”
A smile tugged at his lips, distracting her from his movements. She clutched onto his shoulders as he pulled every inch of himself from her before slowly sliding back in.
Draven groaned against her, his tongue sliding down the column of her throat. He nipped at the sensitive flesh where her neck met her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you now, Flora. I’m going to make you feel everything you deserve and so much more. And you know why?”