Page 36 of The Curse and the Silver Rose

“You can not want me. Not in this state. Cursed.”

“I can,” she whispered. “I do.”

He opened his eyes. “But you are too perfect.”

“Kiss me,” she said. “And don’t you dare tell me no.”

His eyes full of ancient hurt, he drew her face up to his and placed his lips on her soft mouth. A bright red rose blossomed in Amelie’s chest, making her smile while kissing him. He tasted like her favorite food, her favorite drink, her favorite everything. All she wanted was more.

Davron’s body responded, hardening even more, and he drew her closer still. His kiss became more insistent, his lips parting slightly, opening Amelie’s mouth with his. Then he seemed to remember himself, and he drew back.

Before he could utter a reason why they should stop, she snaked her hand around the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. Something within Davron must’ve given way then, because he kissed her back with equal fervor. Amelie’s lips slid against his teeth and found his long, powerful tongue.

She baited him by teasing his tongue with hers, until he rolled her onto her back and kissed her from above. Amelie was in heaven, her entire mouth being filled by his smooth, strong tongue, while his body covered hers. She maneuvered her thigh between his legs, rubbing it against his huge erection.

Only then did he pull back.

“Amelie,” he growled, looking down at her. “Not that.”

Davron pinned both of her wrists over her head, with his other hand holding down her waist. If he had not, her hands would be exploring under his clothes. Her body trembled with desire, her wetness beneath the thin silk gown begging for his touch. Now that the desire had taken hold of her, only one thing would assuage it.

A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared down at her.

“Please, Davron,” breathed Amelie.

He gritted his teeth and leaned into her hair. “You do not understand.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t. You do not understand what I want to do to you. I want to taste every part of you. I want to make you mine, forever. I want to lock you away. I want you to be the one and only home for my heart and my soul and my cock, forever. I want to worship you and keep you. I want to possess you, because you possess me. You don’t understand, Amelie. There’s nothing I don’t want from you.”

His words took her breath away. Tears formed in her eyes and the budding flower in her chest unfurled farther.

“I am not afraid,” she said. “I want you.”

He leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue up over her cheekbone, tasting the tear that had fallen. Then, as he kissed her mouth again, he removed her silk slip, breaking the straps with a tug and tossing the fabric aside. He pulled back to admire her lying naked before him.

Her slender body and creamy skin lay ready and waiting. Davron placed his hands on her knees and parted her legs, her unmistakable arousal scenting the air. He ran six fingers down her body, over her breasts, brushing her nipples, while she smiled faintly with victory.

He lowered himself farther, gripping her round behind with both hands, and gazed in lust at her silky opening. She watched as his tongue flickered across his lips in anticipation. Then, he dropped the tip of his tongue onto her clit, sending a surge of hot pleasure directly through her center.

“Davron,” she moaned, rocking her head back and clenching the emerald sheets.

He kissed her slick pinkness and teased her entrance with his tongue, sliding it gently back and forth. She ground downward with her hips, aching for more. He gripped her ass tighter with all twelve fingers, spreading her legs to expose as much of her as possible.

Only then did he unleash the length of his tongue inside of her.

Amelie arched her spine and moaned as he drove it deeply into her firm folds. There was a moment of resistance, which he pushed through, making her gasp loudly. But she did not back away, longing for more. He urged onward, her inner muscles incrementally allowing him to enter her fully.

His tongue filled her, his mouth pressed flush against her sodden lips. He massaged her from the inside, his gigantic tongue invading every crevice. The unrelenting strength of his propulsion sent undulating waves of pleasure through her body.

Her muscles tensed. Right when she was approaching the crest of the wave, he withdrew his tongue, making her want to cry out for its absence, before slithering it firmly back inside. He thrusted the organ in and out of her rhythmically, steadily, hungrily. Amelie moaned louder, her eyes unfocused from the intensity of the sensations.

Her internal fire built to new heights as he thrashed against her core from the inside. As he thrusted, he groaned and growled, a deep rumbling in his throat that traveled up through his mouth and reverberated through Amelie’s clit and tight inner walls. The vibrations combined with Davron’s thrusting tongue culminated in a powerful explosion in her depths.

Even as she climaxed, he did not relent. He held her in place with his hands and kept surging his tongue inside of her, until another wave of intense pleasure stole over her, then another. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged, her legs wrapped around the back of his head. When the final cascade of euphoria passed over her, leaving her weak and shaky and ecstatic, finally he slowed his pace, his tongue gently gliding back and forth across her flushed opening.

There he lingered, tasting her sweet slickness as much as he pleased. He kissed her shining clit and her aching pink folds and her drenched thighs. When her grip on his hair finally loosened, he eased himself up to lie beside her, hugging her close to him. She lay unable to speak, spent in his arms.

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