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Alina bites her lip as her gaze slides down the length of my body, to my cock positioned right at her entrance. I wait until she meets my eyes. Her hands come up to wrap around my neck, and she spreads her legs wider, draping one over the back of the couch.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, fingertips tickling the nape of my neck. She’s still breathing hard, words just a whisper beneath the sound of the rain and the fire crackling in the hearth. “Please.”
She doesn’t have to beg. I’ll give her anything she wants.
Being careful with her, I shift my hips forward, and a groan leaves my lips as soon as the head of my cock finds the wetness pooled between her legs. There’s a bit of resistance, and she bites her lip harder, closing her eyes.
With one hand, I reach beneath her hips, lifting them slightly. Immediately, the change of angle makes her pussy open up to me, and I sink slowly inside her.
She gasps.
Fuck. I’ve wanted this forsolong.
As I slide out of her and then push myself back in, her fingers tighten around the back of my neck, her body going taut.
“Breathe,” I tell her. “Relax.”
She nods once, blue eyes wide.
Leaning down, I begin pressing kisses along her jaw, her throat, her collarbones. I want this to feel good for her. I want her first time to be something she looks back on with joy, for it to become a memory she holds on to fondly. And as I brush my lips across her skin, she softens and relaxes, and her pussy gets wetter around me.
Like she’s finally ready to truly be fucked.
Chapter 40
Alina
I’VE NEVER FELT SO FULL.
Back in the greenhouse on the night of Samhain, when Raelan slipped his hand into my panties and pressed his finger inside me, I thought I couldn’t stretch any farther. But now he’s on top of me on the couch, in this firelit little cottage, and his cock has me filled to the point of breathlessness.
At first, I tensed up, but as his lips skate across my skin, his breath caressing me as he breathes, I soften to him, and the pain that first blossomed as he pushed into me begins to dim.
And soon, it’s gone altogether.
Raelan pulls out, then sinks back in slowly. His mouth finds my breast, and his tongue works its own kind of magic, rolling along my nipple, teasing it and flicking it as his cock still moves in slow delicious thrusts.
As my nervousness fades away, the hunger inside me builds.
I’ve wanted this man for so long, have dreamt of him kneeling between my knees. And finally, I have him right where I want him. Finally, he’s mine.
“More,” I whisper.
This draws his gaze up, and he ceases heaping attention upon my breasts for long enough to say, “Are you sure?”
A breathy laugh slips out of me. “Why do you keep asking me that?”
His eyes soften. “Because you’re precious to me. The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
I choose not to tell him how excruciating his claiming bite was, how my body burned as if I were facing trial by fire, how at one point I thought I’d never be free of the torment of his magic searing my veins. Instead, I say, “I’m not as breakable as you think.”
His lips pull back into a fang-filled smile, his eyes still slitted and flecked with gold. His arms and chest glimmer with partially shifted black scales, and his fingernails have transformed into long sharp claws.
Slowly, he sits up, leaving his dick buried inside me. Then, with what looks like some effort, he banishes the long talons. When his hands are human once again, he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, making me jump.
“I never said you were breakable,” he whispers as his thumb works circles against me. At the same time, he presses his hips into mine, fucking me slowly, tenderly. “I said you’re precious. That’s different.” His thumb dips down, to where he’s buried inside me, and he drags my wetness back up my slit, making me shiver. “If anything,” he continues,the words rumbling low in his chest, “you’re the one who can break me.”
I can’t bring myself to respond. I’m too lost in the pleasure of his touch, the heat and trembling building in my low belly and between my legs. My hands slip down Raelan’s body, over his glossy scales. Beneath my touch, his muscles are firm, and they flex with each thrust of his cock into my pussy. The couch cushions dip beneath us, cradling us, absorbing each movement as Raelan grits his teeth and fucks me faster.
