Page 77 of Naga General's Mate

He turned to face her, and his lips found hers in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. It sent shivers cascading down her spine, pooling in a warmth that spread through her core.

With a surprising gentleness, Brivul lifted her up and set her down on the small table. The cool metal surface against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his touch.

He began to undress her with urgency. Mila’s breath hitched as he exposed her to the night air, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. His kisses journeyed down her neck, across her collarbone, and further still to the tender peaks of her breasts. She gasped as his tongue lapped at her, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her.

“Brivul,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.

He responded with a growl that vibrated against her skin, his hands gripping her hips with an urgency that betrayed his own need. Slowly, he trailed kisses down her stomach, each one a promise of the delights to come.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, Mila’s body tensed in sweet anticipation. His long tongue was impossibly agile, probing and exploring her with a skill that left her breathless. He soon licked and sucked at her most sensitive spot, his tongue delving into her with a rhythm that soon had her crying out in ecstasy.

Her climax hit her like a supernova, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she clung to him. He lapped up her juices hungrily, his groans of satisfaction resonating within her.

As the aftershocks subsided, Brivul lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers with a look of adoration that took her breath away.

Mila’s pulse quickened as Brivul shed his clothes, revealing the impressive length and girth of his arousal. The sight never failed to stir a primal hunger within her. His eyes locked on hers with a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Come here,” Brivul said. He took a seat on the chair beside the table, his blue scales catching the moonlight.

Mila rose from the table, her body still humming from the pleasure he had so expertly coaxed from her. She moved towardhim, the anticipation of what was to come making her heart flutter with excited anxiety.

“I want you to straddle me,” he instructed, his hands gently guiding her hips as she positioned herself above him.

With a deep breath, Mila slowly lowered herself onto his hard member, feeling it fill her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but let out a low moan as she adjusted to his size.

His hands moved to her waist, his grip firm as he guided her movements. “Ride me, Mila,” he commanded, his voice laced with a raw need that mirrored her own.

She moved, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside her. But as her pleasure grew, so did her pace. Mila’s breaths came in short gasps as she ground against him, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Brivul’s possessiveness took over, and he dominated their rhythm, thrusting harder and faster. His eyes never left hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her feel as though she was the only woman in the universe.

His hands moved to her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples while she rode him. The combination of pleasure and pain was exquisite, and before long another orgasm began to build within her.

“Brivul, I’m—” she gasped, but her words were cut off by a cry of pleasure as her climax ripped through her.

He didn’t slow down, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive as he chased his own release. Mila clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her orgasm shook through her.

With a final, powerful thrust, Brivul buried himself deep inside her. His body shuddered as he reached his own climax, his hot seed spilling into her with a force that left them both breathless.

Long moments passed as they sat there, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Mila felt Brivul’s heart pounding in rhythm with her own, a testament to the passion they had just shared.

Finally, he lifted her off him and set her down gently on the chair he had vacated. She watched as he dressed, his movements graceful despite his size.

“You never cease to amaze me, Mila,” Brivul said, his voice filled with warmth and admiration.

She smiled up at him, her body still tingling from their lovemaking. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, General.”

Mila got dressed, her fingers still trembling from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. The cool night air caressed her skin, a gentle contrast to the heat that burnt within her moments before. Brivul stood beside her as she adjusted her clothes.

Together, they walked back inside their home, the world outside fading into a backdrop of remembered passion. The familiar surroundings of their sanctuary welcomed them, a testament to the life they had built together over the past year.

Once inside, Brivul turned to her with a playful glint in his violet eyes. “Ready for round two?” he asked, his deep voice laced with a mischievous promise.

She felt her cheeks flush with a mixture of anticipation and surprise. “Already?” she teased.

He chuckled, the sound resonating in the quiet space. “With you, always,” he replied.

Mila’s heart fluttered at his words. She knew she would never tire of his desire for her, which matched her own. With a nod and a smile playing on her lips, she followed him toward the bathroom.

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