I growl wordlessly and drag her into my arms, which only makes her laugh again. So I do what anyone in my position would do. I kiss the sound from her lips. Her laughter bleeds into a soft sigh of surrender, her body melting against mine. For the first time, we're skin-to-skin. And fuck, I've never felt anything softer…and never been harder.
"Oh, you wicked man," she moans, shivering when I bite her bottom lip. "Do it again."
I drag it through my teeth this time, growling when she cries out sweetly for me.
Her hands drift across my chest and down my arms, her touch eager as she explores my body. The sharp intake of breath when her fingers dance down the ridges of my abdomen brings a smile to my lips. My body brings her pleasure. I like knowing this.
"What are you doing?" she asks, watching with wide, dilated eyes when I drop to my knees in front of her.
"Exploring." Even on my knees, I'm still too goddamn tall. I lean forward, brushing my lips along her ribcage. The silk of her bra brushes across my forehead. I want it off. Nothing should stand between her skin and mine.
Before the thought fully forms, I reach for the straps, dragging them down her arms. She helps me, guiding my hands to the back clasp. We work together to strip it from her body, and it falls to the grass beside us.
"So beautiful," I breathe, tracing a fingertip around one hard nipple. Her breasts are full, her nipples swollen little buds begging for attention. I lean forward, drawing one into my mouth.
"Draven!" she cries out, spearing her hand into my hair to hold me to her chest.
I groan around her breast and then set to work exploring. I nip and suck and bite. My name fills the air around us, sobbed from her perfect lips into the night. I also keep my hands and tail occupied, using every advantage I have to drive this beautiful woman crazy. My tail drifts along her body in soft, teasing strokes. I run my hands down her sides, over her round ass, and then around to her zipper.
Now that I've got her where I want her, I'm not letting her go without getting a taste of her. Not until I lick that divine scent straight from the source.
She helps me shimmy her pants and panties down her hips, gripping my horns to keep herself steady. And fuck. Now I want to feel her grasping them while she's riding my face.
Yes, excellent plan.
"Come here," I growl, wrapping my hands around her waist to draw her toward me once she's nude. My hands tremble against her alabaster skin, need coursing through my veins in a tidal wave of carnal desire. If women truly are the fairer sex, Dahlia Savage is the fairest of them all. There isn't a spot on her that isn't ravishing.
She willingly obeys my command, stepping into my embrace and allowing me to scoop her into my arms. I place her in my lap and then lay back. The grass is cool against my overheated skin. A twig prods at my side, and I brush it away with an impatient flick of my wrist.
"What are you doing?" Dahlia asks.
"The ground is too hard for you, so I'll be your seat, Beauty. You'll sit on my face while I eat you."
"Oh my," she whispers.
"Up," I growl, reaching for her again.
"Is this a bad time to tell you that I've never done this before?"
My cock thumps against my zipper, cum spilling into my boxers at her confessions. My beauty is a virgin like me. I'll be the first and only one to have my mouth and hands on her. She'll belong to me and only to me, exactly like she should.
"Neither have I," I say, lifting her up my body. Her legs slide open. My eyes lock on her folds. Ah, sweet merciful heaven. There is no more beautiful a sight than this. My beauty bare and glistening wet for me. I need to taste her. Now. Now.Fuck.Right now.
"You're a…?' Her question fades to a strangled cry when I settle her over my head, thrusting my hands beneath her knees to keep them off the ground.
Ma has been drilling manners into me since I was old enough to walk, but I remember none of them now. My meal is before me, and I'm a slavering, starving beast, unable to think beyond the need to claim and possess. Totake. I tilt my head and lick her in one long, decadent swipe.
"Draven!" she cries, grasping my horns.
I lash my tail around her waist to keep her still. She's not escaping me now. Oh no. I'm only just getting started with this beautiful little goddess.
I pry her legs wider apart with my hands beneath her knees, opening her up to me. She sinks lower onto my mouth, helpless to do anything else. She's under my command now, prisoner to the beast she tempted. I don't think she minds much. Not judging by the way she whimpers my name, impatiently rocking her hips against my face.
Flicking my tongue against her clit makes that sweet sound louder. It makes her pussy wetter. I tease and lick, drinking her juices down my throat. They flow like wine over my lips. And I realize what I didn't before…even if I eat her for a lifetime, I'll never have enough of her scent, her taste, or her sounds. I'll never have enough of her.
She's in my heart, pumping through it with every heavy beat. Nothing will ever work her out again. How can it when it belongs to her? When I do?
I don't just want to fuck and claim her…I want to love her.