Page 24 of Saving Lauren

“Did you sleep well?” he asks me as he nuzzles my neck before kissing it.

I moan and arch into him. “Amazing.” I say as my arm snakes back to touch his cheek. He immediately makes use of the movement and starts caressing my breasts. Slowly he rocks into me.

“I can’t touch you like this,” I murmur a bit frustrated.

“That can be helped,” he says, then rolls onto his back taking me with him. I end up splayed on top of him, his erection hitting me in all the best places.

“D’Var,” I say, voice cracking. “I need you. I need all of you, please.” He growls, then pulls my head down. His mouth is on mine, his tongue pushes through my lips and I feel this is not just any mind-blowing kiss. Mind blowing yes, but I can feel the raw emotion that is going through him. Feel it in the way we touch, in the way our bond pulses.

“L’Ren,” he says. “I want to touch you, to kiss every inch of you. To explore your body with my hands and my tongue, until all I can feel, scent and taste is you. Until you are consumed with thoughts of me and the pleasure I will give you alone. Until your cunt is gushing with your arousal and it is coating my tongue. Please tell me you will let me.”

I whimper, because his words are savage and almost brutal, but the way he is begging for my consent is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly arching into him.

“Please tell me if something bothers you, my Zarra, I do not want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”

Gah, this man. I nod. Then I boldly let my hand trail across his side, down to his groin, but he hisses grabbing my wrist. He looks at me with a devilish grin and I feel my cheeks heat. He takes my wrist and uses my arm as leverage to turn me onto my back. He places my arm above my hand caging my wrist, loosely. Then his eyes turn towards mine and I see the question swirling in them. So, I take my other hand and caress his cheek.

“One hand is okay; this position is also okay.” And to emphasize my point I arch my hips up to meet his naked body. My body is seeking friction all on its own. His devilish grin returns, his black eyes are swirling with desire. He moves his right hand towards my side and starts caressing my body, while at the same time he is kissing his way across my jaw towards my ears. He kisses and nips at my delicate skin moving his way towards my collar bone. I am moaning as I am arching into him, the sensations of his warm tongue and sharp teeth is a harsh contrast playing into my arousal.

“Do you like my kisses, Zarra," he says, while he nips my shoulder, he moves his big hand towards my breasts. I moan giving him a breathy yes, while I am secretly frustrated his hand is not going faster.

“Do you want more, my Zarra?”

“Yessss,” I moan in response. I feel his tail trailing up my leg, I whimper when he hits a sensitive spot I did not know I had.

“Are you okay?” He freezes, but I arch into him again.

“More, D’Var. Please…” He nips my jaw and moves to lick my neck next.

“Do you want me to caress your pretty tits? To play with that inviting nipple of yours?”

He told me he wanted me to be consumed with thoughts about him, well if he keeps it up, I might just come from his dirty talking alone.

He gently squeezes my nipple. “I asked you something, L’Ren. I need you to tell me what you want, what you like.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, play with my breasts. My nipples are the most sensitive”

“Like this?” he says, as he cups my breast and flicks my nipple with his thumb.

“Yesssss," I moan.

He lets go of my wrist and moves his mouth towards my breasts, he starts giving my left breast the same treatment as the right one got, while he picks off with his mouth where he left off. He nips the underside of my breast, I hiss and grab his horns to pull his mouth onto my skin. I can feel his smirk, but then he lowers his other hand across my abdomen. His hands on me consume me. I don’t think I can speak anymore, let alone think about anything.

He is feasting on my breasts, like a man starved, making me crazy with need. His hand is making its way to my pussy, but he doesn’t go there yet, he just keeps teasing me with small and gentle touches. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he places his hands on either side of mine and pushes himself up.

I whimper at the loss of contact, but he just looks at me, slowly pushes my legs apart with his thigh. His tail comes up to the inside of my upper legs, making me shiver in anticipation. D’Var stares intently at me, making sure I am still on board with what we are doing.

My inner hussy must be taking over, because I spread my thighs for him and when he lowers himself, I sigh with happiness. I have never been this turned on in my life. This big, strong warrior is treating me like I am made of glass, and he takes such gentle care of me it is shaking me to my core. The bond is pulsing and suddenly I feel overwhelmed.

“Are you okay, Zarra?” D’Var asks, never more in tune with my feelings.

A tear starts making its way across my cheek and I blink back a couple of more.

“Yes,” I croak. “It’s just, I feel a little bit overwhelmed. Like, it’s almost too much. But I don’t want to stop. Please keep going.”

D’Var moves to rise above me again and kisses my tears away, while caressing my cheeks. Then he moves his hand lower brushing my nipple, then moving his hand he grabs my ass, rubbing his cock across my pussy, I moan at the friction. I look down and see something rippling beneath the skin of his cock.

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