Page 72 of Serpent King's Revenge

"I need to taste you again." His voice was low, a growl laced with desire.

"Yes," I breathed out, my heart thumping in my chest.

With one swift motion, he slid the fabric down my legs. His breath hot on my skin, Nathan traced the inside of my thigh with his nose before his tongue found me. The sensation was electric, grounding, sending shockwaves through my body as he lavished attention where I needed him most.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, soft despite its darkness, anchoring myself to something tangible as waves of pleasure rolled over me.

I gasped as his tongue flickered over my clit, each stroke of his tongue sending jolts of warmth spiraling through me. He hummed in response, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure until I was teetering on the edge of something profound.

"Nathan," I gasped, as his fingers slipped inside me. His skillful touch was exquisite, each movement sending me spiraling further and further into euphoria.

He glanced upwards, his dark eyes meeting mine. A slow smirk spread across his face, and he plunged deeper, my body arcing towards him in response.

All other thoughts were obliterated by the slow rhythm Nathan set with his fingers and tongue. His hands were rough from years of violence, but they were gentle against my skin.

He set an unhurried rhythm— long, languid strokes matched by the firm thrusts of his fingers. Each movement seemed designed to coax maximum pleasure from my body, pushing me steadily higher until I was clinging desperately to him.

"Oh God, Nathan," I managed to choke out between gasps. The heat built up rapidly within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with a primal sort of satisfaction. "That's it, Abby," he encouraged, his voice raw and hoarse. "Let go for me."

And I did. My body convulsed as if a current was running through me, pleasure coursing through every vein, every nerve. My fingers tightened insistently in his hair as cries tore from my throat.

Nathan didn't stop, drawing out the waves of heat that pulsed through me until finally, I sagged against the wall, spent and breathless.

He lifted himself from the floor, capturing my lips in a languid kiss that tasted like me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me towards the bed with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

His large hands moved soothingly over my back as we caught our breaths.

He kissed me again, and again, again, until I was gasping against his lips.

"Abby," he murmured against me, his voice vibrating on my flesh. "Tell me what you want."

"Please," I gasped, unable to form words beyond the primal need taking hold of my senses.

"Say it," he insisted, his brown eyes dark with longing as he looked up at me.

"Fuck me, Nathan," I managed, the plea falling from my lips like a sacred incantation.

With a growl that rumbled through his chest, Nathan complied. His sweatpants hit the floor with a whisper of fabric, revealing his hard cock.

"Need you inside me," I breathed, urgency lacing my voice.

He aligned himself with me, his hardness pressing against my entrance, and with one smooth motion, he filled me completely. A gasp escaped my lips, not just from the sensation but from the completeness I felt. For a moment, we were still, locked together in an embrace that defied the violence of his world outside these walls.

Then he began to move.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me against the wall.

His movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. He watched me intently, drinking in the sight of pleasure etched on my face.

"Nathan," I cried out as he picked up pace. He grunted in response, the sound feral and full of desire. There was a primal need thrumming between us now, a raw energy that charged the air.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. With each thrust, he dove further into me, touching places I had never known existed. His grip on my thighs tightened as he moved, lifting me higher to meet his every stroke.

"Nathan," I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung onto him for dear life. His mouth descended on mine in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds escaping from my lips.

As our rhythm grew more erratic, I felt that familiar build-up within me once again. "Fuck," I gasped against his lips, "I'm — "

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