Page 23 of Caress of Fire
Her hands froze as she opened the bodice of her dress. She was breathing hard, and her mind was a flutter of fear and confusion. Her fingers became useless as she fumbled with the lace without success. She couldn’t do this.
“Let me help you.” Fedryc reached up and as his hand touched her skin, it was like the touch of a flame. His skin was hot—so hot it almost hurt. She started and stepped back, but stopped when she saw the expression on his face. His mouth curved down with rage and his silver eyes shone with a possessive anger.
“You’re too hot,” she said simply, unable to say more. “It hurts.”
Fedryc’s expression softened, and after a second, he reached for her shoulder again. This time, he was hot, but not so much as to hurt her. His confident hands grabbed the shoulders of her dress and pulled them down, gently but firmly, and soon, her gown fell at her feet in a swoosh of silk and lace. The wind caressed her skin and she felt goosebumps prickle up her limbs and abdomen as Fedryc’s gaze latched onto her exposed body.
“So beautiful. Perfect.” His hand slid down the curve of her shoulder like he was touching a priceless work of art. “Marielle Jansen, you are perfect.”
Marielle didn’t answer as Fedryc’s hand ran over her chest to pause on her left breast. He squeezed it lightly, rubbing his thumb over the hardened nipple at the center, sending a rush of sensation straight to her already wet sex. Then his other hand closed around her right breast, and he pinched her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
Marielle gasped, then moaned.
“So responsive.” Fedryc’s hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach, to slide between her legs and cup the mound of soft curls between them. “So female.”
A thick finger slid between the lips of her sex and a gush of wet arousal met his digit as Marielle leaned in instinctively to meet his flesh.
“Don’t move.” His voice was a gravelly rasp, charged with such authority that she immediately obeyed. “I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
All she could do was moan softly in response as Fedryc’s finger reached down and found her soaking wet entrance. He paused at the resistance.
“You never had a man before.” It was not a question but Marielle nodded anyway. “And you never will have another besides me.”
Fedryc removed his hand and Marielle whined at the loss. Her mind was blank of thoughts, lust coursing through her veins in a steady flow, reducing her to a puddle of female need. He didn’t give her time to beg or talk. Shaking out his cloak, he spread it over a spot where the sand looked fine and soft. He reached down and lifted her off her feet, laying her, completely naked, down on his cloak, his eyes running over her body like a caress. Then he stood, towering above her with all his height. He got rid of his pants, then threw them carelessly into the dirt a few feet away.
Marielle’s breath caught at the sight of him. He was magnificent, his body a pure marvel of masculine beauty, all angles and muscles, molded to perfection into this man who had chosen her. Into this very virile man who was about to do to her what no other man had done before. His cock was thick and long, and the tip of it was wet with pre-cum.
Fedryc sat down at her side, and watched her. It was the first time anybody had really looked at her and seen her, reallyseenher.
It made her hot and impatient, the arousal from Fedryc’s naked flesh alongside hers filling her with a desire to touch and be touched. He didn’t make her wait.
He reached out with a single hand, starting at the base of her throat. His fingers were light and confident as he trailed down her chest and between her small, round breasts, their paleness even more shocking against the honey of his skin. His hand circled back up to her right breast, enclosing it completely, then he played with her tiny, hard nipple until Marielle squirmed in pleasure and pain. Next, he went to her left breast and did the same until her squirming became a tortured stillness and all she could do was whine like a defenseless animal, arousal pooling between her legs, dampening the dark red curls over her sex, her core clenching with the need for a man—even if she’d never had one.
Only then did Fedryc take pity on her, and his hand traveled down the quivering flesh of her stomach to pause over the damp cover of dark red curls hiding her sex.
“Do you want me to touch you here, my little firebrand?” He spoke close to her cheek, his hot breath on her like a kiss.
The words shocked her and her core clenched, releasing a flood of pure pleasure inside her flesh before he’d even touched her. Fedryc didn’t wait for her answer but lowered himself in front of her, then took her knees in both hands. A shiver, long and deep, traveled down her body as he stared at her sex.
Firmly, he pushed her knees open until her lips parted and the glistening flesh was exposed. Fedryc looked up at her, his alien eyes flashing with wicked desire.
“Do you want me to taste you there?”
Marielle nodded, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard it hurt, her eyes set on his face, all sharp angles painted with hunger.
“Say it,” Fedryc ordered. “Say you want me to lick you until you come in my mouth.”
“I want it,” she answered breathlessly, need flooding her mind, turning her into a brainless puddle of female want. “I want you to lick me there.”
Fedryc’s lips turned up in a wicked smile at the sound of her surrender, then he bent down, holding the outer lips of her sex open. He looked at the exposed flesh at the most vulnerable, sensitive part of her until he was satisfied with what he saw. Then he slid his tongue along her slit, unleashing a violent shock of sensation deep inside Marielle’s body. She pressed her head back against the sand, closing her eyes against the sensations that continued to wash over her as Fedryc licked her again, slower, increasing the pressure with his tongue.
He kept sliding his tongue along her slit, all the way to her virgin hole, then up to circle that tiny bundle of nerves that screamed for attention. He extended a hand up her body, reaching for her left breast, and enclosed it in his large palm, not for a moment stopping his assault on her pussy. It wasn’t long before she was writhing under him, squirming and pushing her hips up to increase the sensations of his wonderful mouth on her.
Then his fingers pinched her nipple and, at the same time, he sucked on her tiny bud, hard.
Marielle screamed, long and loudly to the open sky as rapture filled every one of her cells.
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