Page 14 of Beta's Virgin Bride

His lips skimmed along my jaw, heading down my throat, leaving sucking nips as he did. I felt him tugging at my bra, the give as it released, and I eagerly helped push it out of the way. I couldn’t resist leaning in so my nipples brushed along the hair on his chest. I rubbed them over him, reveling in the friction. He felt so good.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Cyan growled between kisses on my skin. I didn’t miss how his words mirrored my thoughts. Then he had me on my back on the bed, and that wicked mouth found one of my nipples. It took all I had not to cry aloud. The last thing I wanted was to wake Jasmine. So I sank my teeth into my lower lip and mewled softly.

“Cyan.” His name was a whispered moan as I arched, pressing more of my breast against his hungry mouth.

If this was what it felt like to be with a man, I understood why my mother—

I killed that thought instantly. I wasn’t my mother. I refused to be my mother. I wouldn’t go from man to man to man, always after the pleasure with none of the commitment.

Cyan bit softly on my nipple, bringing a gasp from me and gaining my full focus.

“Just you and me,” he whispered, popping the turgid point free.

I nodded, licking my lips. I wanted to taste him. Run my fingers through his chest hair, follow the trail of it to where it led to his jeans. I licked my lips again as I eyed that bulge. Cyan was quicker though. He had my pants undone and pulled them and my panties down around my knees in one quick tug. A few more tugs and I was naked, laid out before him like an offering.

“Christ, woman. You take my breath.” His hands roamed over me, teasing and pulling at my nipples before rubbing over my belly then drifting down to the inside of my thighs. He gently pressed my legs open, and it took all I had not to fight to close them again. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him there. It was that no one had ever been there before. I felt exposed, awkward on a level I’d never encountered. But the way he looked at me squashed those feelings.

He went to his knees by the bed and took my foot in his hand. I wasn’t sure what he planned, but when his lips wrapped around my toe and sucked, I felt the pull of it all the way to my core. It was embarrassing how wet I was. He christened each toe then switched to my other foot and treated it equally. By the time he began kissing and licking his way up the inside of my thighs, altering back and forth between them, my sex was clenching with anticipation. Then he was there. His breath fanning my folds.

We were both panting. My heart galloped. His gaze lifted. Held mine. And my lips parted on a gasp as he dipped a finger inside, circling my clitoris then sliding along my sex until he was there. Right there. Poised to enter. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. He pushed inside, penetrating me, and I came. I soaked his finger, mine clenching in the bed covers as I took pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” Cyan growled. “You’re going to burn me alive.”

I was still riding the wave when I felt his lips and tongue, heard the rumble of his chest as he tasted my release. After a few licks, he had my knees over his shoulder and began devouring me. At some point, one finger became two, and he drove me higher and higher. I whimpered. I keened and moaned, rolling my hips back and forth, fighting to get away, to get closer.

I think I might have gone blind for a brief moment as he wrung me dry. I was a boneless heap when he finally moved. He stood, and I heard the rustle of clothing. I imagined he was stripping, but my eyelids wouldn’t get onboard with opening so I could enjoy the show.

“Ivy,” Cyan called, and I forced my lids up and got lost in his gaze. His eyes were deep, dark-green pools that invited me to dive in. I didn’t hear the question in his voice, but I saw it in his eyes. After all he’d given me, he was still making sure I was okay with taking the next step. And I was. So ready.

I nodded, lifting my arms and beckoning to him. He growled again, sweeping me along with him as he crawled up the bed. He took my mouth, and I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue. I felt the weight of him, pinning me down, holding me under him. I lifted my knees, clasping his hips and boosting myself so I could rub my sex along his shaft. He did that sexy growl again, reaching down with one hand to cup my ass and grind me against him. His other palm was braced by my head, holding the bulk of his weight off me. His fingers were spread wide, his muscles flexing in a way that drew my eye.

“I want…” I caught my breath as the head of his cock tapped my clit.

“What do you want, baby?”

“You,” I managed to get out. “Inside me.”

He pulled back his hips, stopping when the glans kissed my opening.

“Look at me,” Cyan demanded. He was all about visual connection. He’d captured my gaze prior to penetrating me with his finger. It sounds crazy, but because of it, there was a greater intimacy to what we shared. It was as if he wanted me to know who was touching me, taking me, claiming me.

He’d coated his length with my juices as he’d glided between my folds, and with a slight push, he began to breach me. He was big, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure my body would accept him. I felt impossibly stretched.

“Breathe, baby,” he urged and rocked his hips, pressing a little deeper inside me with each stroke.

It was too much. He was too much. I couldn’t take him.

“You can,” he whispered, making me realize I’d spoken my doubts aloud. “Every inch, baby. It all belongs to you. Take it.”

I nodded. I wanted it, wanted everything he had to offer, and he gave it. He filled me completely, his cock sliding deep and stealing what little air I’d managed to inhale. We stayed that way for a moment, staring at one another, our hips locked together and unmoving.

“We’ll take it slow,” he crooned. “Easy. Let your body adjust to me.”

He slowly eased back, his thick cock dragging along my sheath as he withdrew. He stopped when he was poised at my entrance once more, then he slid deep again. He took his time, groaning with each stroke.

“Kiss me,” I begged, and he dropped his head to mine, finding my lips and diving between them to plunder.

I curled into him, sliding my arms under his and curving my hands over his shoulders. My nipples rubbed his chest, and he settled a little more of his weight on me. He moved his hand from my ass to my hip and thrust a little faster.

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