Page 31 of Willow and the Wraith

He kissed the underside of her breast, then moved his mouth to her ribs, trailing his tongue down to the gentle curve of her belly. The slight bump of her navel made him smile, and he darted his tongue inside, eliciting another little whimper of pleasure from her.

Her fingers slid through his hair, tugging gently, urging him lower.

“Please,” she whispered, and he shifted so that his erection rubbed against the small ridge of her hip bone. She shifted her body against him, rubbing back, and his control nearly broke.

“So impatient,” he rumbled, moving his hand to stroke the soft curls between her legs.

He’d meant to tease her a little more, to torture her with gentle touches, but the wetness he found there was too much to resist. He’d never touched a human female before, but most females had a place… His finger brushed against a small, swollen nub at the apex of her slit and she cried out. Ah.

“Does this please you?” he asked, tracing a slow circle around the little bundle of nerves.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, rocking into his hand. “More.”

He increased the pressure, making slow circles around the responsive little point and then sliding a thick finger into her core. She was impossibly tight, her body clenching around his finger and he groaned at the thought of burying his aching cock into her heat.

Her body responded to his touch, growing even wetter and her breath coming in panting gasps. She writhed against him, and he could feel his control slipping away, her soft moans and the tightness of her body too much for him to bear. He withdrew his finger, and she cried out in frustration, but he quickly ripped the rest of his clothes off and rose over her, pushing her legs wider apart so he could settle between them.

He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider still.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice harsh as he took his straining length in his hand.

She looked up, her eyes dazed with arousal but clear.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you, Wraith. All of you.”

He pressed against her small entrance, doing his best to be gentle. She was so small, so delicate. Her body resisted at first but then the head of his cock slipped inside and he shuddered as her tight welcoming heat surrounded him, his frills pulsating.

She gave a small moan, and he immediately froze, trying to still the need that surged through his body.

“Am I hurting you?” he ground out, willing himself not to thrust into her, to let her adjust to his size.

“No.” She wiggled slightly and he clenched his jaw, sweat beading on his forehead. “More, please.”

“Stop moving,” he growled.

If she kept wriggling beneath him like that, it would all be over. She gave a breathless laugh and went still, raising a hand to cup his cheek, her fingers gently stroking his face.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, her voice tender. “Give me more, I can take it.”

He wasn’t sure whether it was her words, her touch, or her unwavering acceptance, but something inside him cracked. He thrust into her in one long hard stroke and she cried out, her sweet little cunt fluttering wildly around him, hot and wet and so incredibly tight.

He growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but he couldn’t stop the savage thrust of his hips as he buried himself deeper. The sensations were too much, overwhelming him with pleasure, and he was going to explode.

He took a deep shuddering breath, trying to slow down, trying to make the moment last, but then she raised her hips to meet him, her legs wrapping around his hips. Electricity spiked through him and his balls tightened, the need to release overwhelming him. With one last frantic thrust, he let go, emptying himself inside her with a roar as she shuddered beneath him.

An unfamiliar contentment filled him as he collapsed on top of her. He was afraid he was crushing her, but she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as his mind gradually started working again.

“Did I hurt you?” he mumbled, unable to look up at her, afraid of what he might see.

“No, not at all.”

The absolute certainty in her voice sent a rush of gratitude through him, and he raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were suspiciously bright but her face was soft, loving…

He froze at the thought, fear worse than anything he’d ever experienced rushing through him, and he panicked. He scrambled quickly out of the bed, his movements jerky and awkward. The force of his reaction surprised him but he couldn’t stop it. He was fumbling for his clothes, his blood pounding in his ears when she sat up in bed and gave him a confused look.

“Wraith?”

He saw the hurt and confusion in her face, but he couldn’t stop.

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