Page 62 of Feral Guardian
He presses his hips forward in a torturously slow movement. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I groan, my eyes falling closed. I lean into him and moan again as he pulls back just as slowly.
“Look at me,” he says.
I open my eyes and lock on him.
“Good girl. Now, you have to be quiet,” he says, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
I bite my lip and my eyelids start to shut.
“No, look at me,” he says, his hand tightening on my hip.
I force my eyes open.
“I want to watch your face,” he says, then thrusts against me hard enough to make me whimper. “I want to watch when you come.”
I press my lips together and the sound that emanates from my throat is nothing short of animalistic. His hips hit mine again, and I flex my thighs, pushing him against me harder.
He groans my name. “You’re so fucking perfect. Keep looking at me with those perfect eyes.”
His body is making mine come alive and come undone at the same time. There’s a pressure in my core that I’ve never felt with my own hand, something completely new, tied to the presence of him.
I rock my hips and cry out on his next thrust.
He lowers his forehead to mine. “Quiet, Lily. This is just for us.”
My lip trembles. “I’m trying, sir.”
“Fuck,” he growls, his mouth so tantalizingly near mine, I feel his breath puff over my cheeks on his next thrust.
He increases his pace, and his grip tightens on me everywhere. The drag of his crown over my most sensitive spots has me nearing the precipice from which I’ll willingly throw myself. I want him to take me there, to the edge, and over.
“I’m close,” I whimper at the building fire in my gut.
“Come for me, princess.” He pinches my nipple and slams through me at the same time. “Come on my dick.”
My body surrenders to the pleasure, and I’m thrown into the abyss of ecstasy. I suck in a deep gasp to cry out, but Alastair presses against me harder.
“Quiet. Just for me,” he whispers.
I hold my breath, mouth open wide in a strained “o,” and strangle the cry in my throat. I keep my eyes open as he’s requested, and I’m rewarded with a heavy-lidded look of desire. Red magic pulses in his eyes and his skin undulates as he growls.
“Gods, you’re incredible. Look at that beautiful fucking face as you come undone. I could watch you come forever.” He thrusts again and again, drawing out more pleasure than I knew could live inside me.
I can’t withstand another thrust, and force my eyes shut as I curl in on myself. Alastair curls with me, cocooning my body with his.
“Such a good girl,” he rumbles against my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms.
I shiver and he constricts around me like a snake.
“I have you,” he says.
“What about you?” I moan. “I want to watch you come.”
“Oh, Lily,” he says, pressing his face into my messy hair. “This was just for you, what you needed.”
“I need more.”
