Page 24 of Caress of Fire
Her squealsof pleasure made the beast inside him roar and thrash against his restraint, and the only thing keeping it under control was the sweet womanly nectar flowing inside his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her, of her soft body and her fiery spirit. Of that otherworldly beauty that extended to her soul.
When Marielle finally stilled, Fedryc stopped his assault on her soft flesh and pulled back. Her legs were bent over his shoulders, her breasts heaving up and down as she stared up at the sky. He smiled wickedly at the result of his assault on her senses.
The pleasure he had given her was intense, but he was not finished. He wanted her to surrender to him, he needed her to belong to him with her entire lush female body.
He looked back down at her sex, exposed just in front of him. She was so pink, so wet and quivering. His finger traced the opening between her soft lips, pausing at the seal that made her innocent, pushing until the resistance became taut. She gasped and he could feel the fear coursing underneath her skin as he flattened his hand over her stomach.
He could break that seal with his cock, spill his seed inside her and make her a woman.Hiswoman.
His beast raged inside him, pushing him to take her, make her his by releasing his seed inside her. Take her like no other man had before, and no other man would after. But he restrained the beast, knowing that taking her the way he wanted to, savage and wild, unbridled in his passion, would lead to hurting the one he had sworn to protect and keep. Making her afraid of him. And if she feared him, he had already lost her.
Fedryc lifted himself above her body and met Marielle’s pure gray eyes, rendered dark by passion. Her delicate face was flushed and her hair was spread over the sand, a stray ray of sunlight caught in her red curls, illuminating them like a flame.
This woman was his, by all the rules of the universe, and by the dragon’svitalemcoursing through her veins.
Fedryc rested his weight on one of his elbows, then positioned himself over her exposed sex. His cock pulsed and ached with the need to possess her but he controlled himself and pushed only until he felt the resistance of her innocent seal. Her wet little hole closed around the tip of his shaft, hot and ready for him.
“Are you ready for me, little firebrand?”
“Will it hurt?” Her big eyes were full of fear and she looked up at him with gut-wrenching trust. “You’re so big. I’m scared.”
“Only for a moment. Then I’ll make you want me so much you’ll embrace even the pain.”
He bent down and kissed her, long and deep. Her small hands closed around his buttocks and he knew she was ready. He pushed in one steady motion until the resistance at her entrance broke. Marielle whimpered against his shoulder, a tiny moan of pain and fear, but she didn’t protest. He waited a few seconds, then he let gravity pull him down inside her until he was embedded deep.
Marielle broke the kiss and breathed hard and fast as her body accommodated him. He could feel every inch of her squeeze around the intrusion of his cock. His beast roared and thrashed, wanting to take her harder, faster, but he restrained himself.
When she relaxed, he pulled out almost completely, then went back in. This time, Marielle accompanied the motion with her hands, squeezing his hind cheeks, trying to make him move faster, deeper. But he didn’t. He wanted her wild and full of need. He wanted her desperate for another release, for the possession of her flesh by his flesh. He wanted her to need him so much that she would never be satisfied.
Fedryc moved inside her, her greedy channel sucking him as he pulled back, then pushed in, agonizingly slow. Marielle breathed hard against his flesh, the pain long gone from her memory, her hips pushing back against his cock.
She was ready for the beast.
He gave her what she wanted, pulling out almost completely, then slamming into her again, each time losing a bit more of his control, each time harder, until he was pounding inside her like the animal he truly was.
Then Marielle closed her small, even teeth at the base of his neck, and he lost it.
His hand pinned her hips down and he took her, hard and deep, with a harshness that only paralleled his need of her. He needed to find release inside her body, to put a brand on her so she was as entirely his as he was hers. His hand reached between them, and he pressed his thumb on her little bundle of nerves.
Marielle let go of him and her scream filled the air as her slick walls squeezed around his cock, milking him dry as another wave of pleasure washed over her. As she unraveled with pleasure under his touch, Fedryc finally let go.
His release came, as powerful as the link he had with this woman. Pleasure took over his body, savage and male. Fedryc bent down over Marielle’s shoulder, her small teeth still holding on to his neck. He bit down, his fangs embedding in her flesh like his cock as his seed spilled inside her body.
Finally, long after she had stopped screaming, he pulled away from her and lay down at her side. He cradled her in his arms.
As she lay there, her face nestled against his chest, her magnificent hair spread over her naked shoulders, a heart he had believed long dead woke up between his ribs. Marielle’s eyelids closed as the sheer exhaustion of the recent days washed over her, and Fedryc watched with fascination as her golden eyelashes lined the silk of her cheeks.
Emotions coiled inside him at the sight of his mate, his Draekarra, his life. His arms closed around her naked skin, pulling her closer, and she moaned in satisfaction. His heart beat hard, harder than it ever had, and Fedryc knew.
For the first time in his lonely, sad life, he had found something worth fighting for. Not his honor, not his duty, but a person he could cherish all for himself. All for the bliss of spending his long Draekon years at her side.
And he would murder the entire world to keep her safe.
“What now?” Marielle asked, her voice full of sleep.
“Now, we go back and take what is ours.”
Chapter 9
