Page 51 of The Demon of the Wood

“Wet your hand, and keep stroking,” he responded.

She reached between her legs, her own wet arousal abundant, and took some, then gently placed her palm over the head of his arousal and stroked down. His face collapsed against her neck, panting, his hand on her arm, holding her tightly against him.

She took a soft bite of his earlobe and his lips pressed against her neck, hard as he bit down and she shuddered, wanting him again, certain she would never stop wanting him. She grabbed his arm and led him to be over her, his eyes locking on hers as she guided his erection to her entrance, rubbing it along her slick core, making him grunt.

“I want you, Kaemon,” she said, and with that, he nudged into her, slowly at first. She gasped, and he halted, but she shook her head, pressing her hands into his rear so he would keep going. “It doesn’t hurt.”

It wasn’t a lie, though the sensation was more than she had expected, more filling and satisfying. He pressed in further, slow enough that it made her gasp and claw at his back for more. She needed more and more. He pressed all the way in, resting there, and she gazed into his eyes, his hand tracing her face tenderly.

“You’re so perfect, Melina,” he said, his jaw flexing.

She kissed him, her arms hanging around his strong neck and she rocked her hips back and forth, sliding him in and out and he panted, his eyes going wild, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her against him as he took up the thrusts, slow and firm and deliberate. His lips moved against hers in time with his thrusts and she wrapped her fingers in his hair again, giving a slight tug that made him moan deep and then grabbed his horn, stroking softly at first, and he trembled, his wings tightening around them until his thrusts became harder, faster, more frantic.

“Am I hurting you?” he gasped out.

“No, don’t stop.”

He thrust in and out, fast and hard, and she pressed her forehead against his, feeling her own pleasure building again, rising, rising.

“Oh, Kaemon,” she whimpered again as her climax came strong, throbbing around him.

He thrust deep into her again as he pulsed inside of her, spending himself. He collapsed on her, his weight comforting as his arms wrapped around her. She kissed his forehead and closed her eyes, peace and rest falling over her.

twenty-seven

Kaemon

Theirnextcouplingwasmuch quicker, more passionate, and fiercer. Kaemon feared hurting her, but she told him to keep going. Laying in her arms after, feeling her lovingly stroke his chest as he began to fall asleep, he asked her if it was too much.

“No, it was just right,” she whispered, kissing him.

Kaemon had enough sense to send a raven to Orc Haven to tell his sister and the others that Melina wouldn’t be back for a week. There was no way he was putting on clothes or doing anything but eating and staying in bed with his mate. Would even a week be long enough? He wasn’t certain. He had never felt like this before. A big part of it was the bond, and that she was his mate—something that left him in disbelief and dizzy at the thought of it—but it was also just Melina. Coupling with her was the closest he would ever come to the rapture others reported when seeing the face of a god. He’d fucked other females before and it had been enjoyable, but this was more, so much more intimate. Their initial kiss had been more intimate than any other amorous encounter he’d had before.

He walked outside to wash up in the river while she slept, thinking over it all. Replaying when she had said she loved him. They had said it a million more times to each other, the words feeling as vital as their breath, but he still marveled at it.

He’d known of a few mates who had come to it by an arranged marriage. They had mated and eventually cared for each other, but to love another so passionately, it was uncommon.

Water splashed behind him, and he turned to see Melina stepping into the stream, too, her body bare, her hair hanging about her shoulders, and he felt his groin tighten at the sight. The mating frenzy might end up killing both of them, but he couldn’t imagine a more blissful way to go.

She walked up to him, making him curse each inch of water that covered any part of her skin until she stood next to him. Her breasts peaked, either from the cool of the spring or from arousal he didn’t know. She ran her hands over his chest, slowly, reverently, and he placed his hand on the back of her head, gripping her neck and craning her face up to his.

He bent and kissed her languorously, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her. She pressed her body against him, her breasts against his chest, making him grow harder. Her hand traced down his front and she grabbed the soap sitting on the rock and started washing him, slowly, sensually as he kissed her neck, nipped at her ear, needing her hands lower than they were now, but not wanting to rush anything, wanting this to go on forever.

His mouth took hers again, and he grabbed the soap, spinning her around so her back pressed against him, his arousal pressing against her rear, and he took the soap and brushed it over her, going slow and deliberate over her breasts, making her breath catch.

One hand remained on her throat, gently but firmly holding her in place and exposing her neck so he could feather her with kisses. He dropped the soap and his hand slipped below the water to her core, and he pressed hard there, rubbing softly.

She moaned, and he closed his eyes, committing the sound to memory. He tilted her face to him and kissed her lips again, sliding his hand possessively down her neck and to her breasts, massaging. He slipped his fingers further down, sliding into her, the heat of her stark to the coolness of the water, and her head fell against his chest, her eyes closed, cheeks spotted red, the sound of her quick, shallow breathing the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.

He bent his fingers and massaged, planting a kiss on her forehead. Her hands gripped his biceps, her hips moving in sync with his fingers, and his erection grew painfully hard against her back. Slipping his fingers back up to her apex, he massaged there, feeling her legs shudder, and he knew she was close.

He rubbed harder, faster, slipping into her again, in and out, her breaths matching the rhythm until she came on his hand, the feeling of her pleasure making him groan in her ear.

She scrambled and turned around, kissing him, and he placed his hands under her rear, hoisting her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He spent a moment worshipping her breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth, and sucking, licking, teasing her out, making her moan as her hands slipped around his horns, sending a bolt of pleasure from his head to his feet, making him so hard he couldn’t wait any longer.

Using one hand to hold her, he positioned his length at her entrance, and she squirmed to settle herself over it, looking in his eyes as he pressed into her, not slowly this time, not gently, but rough and hard and fast. He moved her up and down on him, watching her throw her head back in ecstasy.

The same recurring thought in his head, primal and strong.Mine, mine, mine.

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