"Draven," she gasps. "You wicked, wicked man. Oh, don't stop."
"Never," I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit in teasing strikes. She's on the edge of an orgasm. Her thighs tremble around my head as she rocks her hips, crying her pleasure into the night. Unwinding the end of my tail from around her waist, I brush the tasseled end across her sensitive breasts, simultaneously seaming my lips around her clit.
Her sweet cry of surrender splits apart the night as her legs clamp tight around my ears. She comes in a heated rush, her arousal spilling across my lips and tongue. I snarl and bury my face in her cunt, licking up every drop she spills for me.
She made them for me, after all.
"Mine," I whisper against her folds when the last tremor wracks her perfect body. "You're mine now, Beauty."
Chapter Six
Dahlia
Atsunamiofpleasuretears through me, threatening to split me in half. Draven's passion pierces through my defenses, burning my hard outer shell to the ground.
I've never felt anything like it. The physical release is heavenly and leaves me feeling as if my bones are melting. Feeling like I would disintegrate into the earth if Draven weren't supporting my weight. But it's his intense desire for me, the way he shows how much he wants me. It's heady and intoxicating, unlocking something deep inside I never knew existed.
His body is deliciously warm, covered in sweat and smelling of pheromones and all the pine needles crushed beneath our weight. I am delirious from the heady aroma drifting up all around me.
"You're mine now, Beauty," he murmurs. The level of possessive emotion in his voice sends me reeling.
"I'm yours, and you aremine." My voice doesn't sound like me. It's deep and powerful, like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. I've never been happier, never felt dirtier, yet more like myself in my entire life. Being with him feels so good, so right.
Draven holds my hips and supports my weight until my feet touch the ground. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see his gimlet eyes glimmer when he glances up. I run my fingers through his hair, then place my hands on his horns. When I touch him there, he moans and closes his eyes.
As I stroke each one firmly, I observe him carefully, gauging his reaction to my touch. I never thought of his horns as an erogenous zone and feel bad for holding them like handlebars earlier. I hope I didn't hurt him.
"Are they sensitive?"
"Not normally. It must be the way you're stroking them."
Despite barely having time to slow down, my heart speeds up, but this time, it's nerves. I want to please him, and this is my chance. I may lack experience, but I have endless enthusiasm.
I drop to my knees, my face eye level with his crotch, and he grunts. "What are you doing?"
I'm desperate to give back some of the bliss he gave me. Actions speak louder than words and all that jazz. "I want to make you feel good too."
He tips my chin up. "Come here, beautiful." Draven picks me up as if I don't weigh anything and, propping his back against a tree trunk, sets me down in his lap. "Let me hold you. We have time to play and explore more later."
Holding him close, I wrap my arms around him, sighing contentedly. Then he dips his head and lays his cheek against my chest, skin to skin. Draven's breath is ragged as he clings to me and nuzzles in, his face damp from a combination of sweat and my juices.
I'm glad I waited for the right man. I wouldn't have wanted to share this precious experience with anyone else on the planet but him. He revealed himself from the dark shadows only a week ago, and look how far we've already come together.
Draven is as inexperienced as I am, but as far as passion is concerned, he's a 10 out of 10. No one can teach you how to respond to that kind of thing. The knowledge comes from a place way down deep inside. He pushes me out of my comfort zone, yet nothing feels difficult. It all feels so easy and natural when I'm with him.
I shiver, thinking I can hear something moving in the woods behind us. An owl hoots in the distance.
"Are you cold, Beauty? Do you want to go inside?" Draven asks when he feels me tremble.
"I'm not cold." I shake my head no, tendrils of hair tickle his nose, and his entire body convulses with a loud, "Achoo!"
I cup his chin, laughing at what a gentleman he is. "I'm happy here, and you know, I was thinking I could learn to love the great outdoors."
His smile is so broad, his cheeks dimple. "We can't hide in the woods forever."
"Why not? I fancy myself dancing under the stars like a wood nymph or fairy." He laughs a low throaty chuckle, and it's the kind of sound I want to hear every day. "Or are you too much of a gentleman? You don't want to get too dirty, huh? Is that it?"
"Dirty? I can do that."