Page 39 of The Stones for It
“Now!” he growled.
The brutal sound vibrated my entire lower body with its ferocity.
I broke into a million shards of light. Pleasure raked through me with sharp claws, until I was nothing but a writhing mess, soaking Vrath’s face as he gave me exactly what I craved.
Electric lashes punished my sensitive core as Vrath lapped at my pussy.
My senses filtered back in with slow increments as I drifted down from my pleasured high.
The harsh sound of my breath sawing in and out of my lungs. The cinnamon scent of my viciously sweet mate. The sight of his brutally handsome face between my thighs.
“Please,” I moaned, trying to shift back from his overstimulation.
He chuckled, and it rocked shivers through me. “No mercy, remember?”
But he lifted his head, letting me get a good look at his carved features and the glistening wetness that covered his lips and chin.
His forked tongue swiped at his lower lip. “Mmmm, such sweet nectar.”
He slid my legs from his shoulders, stretching my knees impossibly wide as he hooked me over his elbows instead.
It brought me level with his abs, and he rubbed my wet pussy down their solid ridges.
“Since you seem to enjoy staring at them so much,” he taunted, teasing my still throbbing clit against their hardness.
He forced me lower, then hauled me up just enough to reveal his massive cock—still rock-hard after pumping load after load down my throat. The marble beast throbbed with rage, its head tilted down, already leaking again.
He flexed, and the great thing jerked up, brushing my pussy as he thrust his hips to catch it on top of my mound.
He grinned in satisfaction, watching as his thick length rested between my legs, seeping his essence onto my stomach. The cool weight of him pressing on my sensitive clit almost had me coming again.
He was a fucking monster.
And I couldn’t wait for him to destroy me.
One arm slipped under my back, drawing me closer, the other digging claws into my hip. His wings unfurled and wrapped behind me, too.
Like he was bracing me.
He lifted me back, sliding the head of him down my body, teasing over my clit, and lined up with my entrance.
“Vrath…” I warned, my nails digging into his muscled arms, framing me.
“Yes, little mate?” he growled, soft and enticing.
But he stole any words I might have as he bore down. The head of his thick cock bullied its way inside me, and the stretch had me biting back a squeal.
“Fuck!” he snarled, tendons straining taut along his neck. “So tight…”
It was too much. He was barely two inches in, yet I couldn’t take it.
“You will,” he threatened, like he could read my mind. “Be my good girl and let me reward you. Let me make you lose your fucking mind with bliss. Let me pump this tight sheath so full you’ll overflow with my seed.”
“Yes,” I moaned. It was the only thing I could say as my body caved to his dominance.
I blew out an unsteady breath and forced my muscles to relax. To let him in.
He slid in another inch with a growl that drowned out my answering moan.
