“All I want is you. I want all of you.”
He inhaled sharply and deeply through his nose, his nostrils flaring, as his pupils completely eclipsed his irises.
The big hand at the back of her head fisted in her hair and brought her face closer until their mouths rubbed lightly against each other, making her shiver all over from just that small, tickling friction.
“Then let me in,” he rasped—
Before his lips opened beneath hers, the same moment his hand guided her closer, so that the pressure of their collision forced her lips to part as well.
And his hot, wet tongue stroked into her, setting her aflame like a match to gasoline.
Oh gods!
Her body came alive in a million ways that she didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend, it was all happening so fast.
Wherever they touched—her chest against his, her thighs around his waist, her core opened against his middle, and most of all, her mouth receiving the unrelenting, voluptuous plundering of his silky tongue—she felt awakened. Every cell sang, her blood roared. Pleasure pooled wet and slick between her thighs. Her entire body thrummed and pulsed and clamored for more, more, MORE!
She noticed things she’d never noticed before. And all of it was so incomprehensiblygood.
How hard and thick his muscles were compared to her own. How the bristles of his beard abraded her lips and skin, and yet how she loved it. How her core throbbed with an empty, persistent ache that she never knew before. How it felt better when she rubbed herself against his ridged stomach, and yet it also felt worse. Making the ache deeper, making her so desperate she wanted to claw him.
So, she did.
She twisted her hands free and clawed down his sides, his naked hips, pushing away his trousers, tearing at his tunic.
She wanted them to be skin to skin. She scooted and squirmed until her wet, hungry core ground upon his thick, veined stalk.
They both hissed at the same time, Rui in unbelievable pleasure, but Wolfe sounded like he was in the acutest pain.
She was so distracted by the delicious pressure and friction that she barely knew when they switched positions, with her on her back, and his heavy, hard body pressing down into her.
He kept his hand fisted in her hair, holding her head in place as he continued to thrust into her pliant, starving mouth with his nubile tongue. His chest pushed into hers, so close, she felt the points of his male nipples imprint themselves in her skin. She felt the heavy beat of his heart as if it were her own.
His hips pinned her lower body with such pressure she couldn’t move. Not that she wanted to.
Because his hot, naked rod was rightthere. Satin-covered steel against her core, the pressure mind-numbingly exquisite.
She squirmed beneath him, but he trapped her good. If he didn’t choose to move, it was clear she couldn’t make him.
In sheer frustration and desperation, she made a sound she’d never made before. It could only be termed as awhimper. A mewl. A low keening that was steadily building up to real tears if he didn’t do something soon.
Rui was mortified. Terrified.
She’d never cried before. Perhaps it came with being a water dragon. She didn’t know and she never asked. Or maybe it was simplyher.
But she’d never had the occasion to shed tears. And now she was close to them. She could feel her nasal cavities stinging. Her eyes were starting to water. She was making those gods-awful, uncontrollable noises.
She raked her too blunt human fingernails down Wolfe’s broad back, bumping over ridges of scars, to his buttocks, exposed by the trousers she so hastily pushed down. He was still wearing them, but he was naked where she needed him to be, and that was all that mattered.
She dug her claws into his muscular hind quarters and kneaded and squeezed.
Move, she urged him.
Please, for the love of Heaven,MOVE!
Before she completely “lost her shit,” as Ere would say.
And then he did. Only by small, controlled increments, nudging his thick staff against her hot, weeping core, building a steady, sleek friction between them, like building a fire with a log and sticks.