Page 182 of Upon Buried Embers
“You ache for me?”
I nod.
He growls, and then the tunic is ripped off me without another word.
I should be self-conscious of my body but I’m not. I’ve put on some weight now, and though my breasts are small, they’re perky, and when he places his mouth over one, mumbling about how perfect they are, I jerk at the sensation, but my fingers soon go to his hair, holding him to me.
“Ahh,” I whimper when he circles my nipple, nipping the side gently.
“There’s no going back from this.” His eyes pierce mine. “Tell me to leave, because once I get between your thighs, once I have a full taste, I won’t be able to stop, understand?”
“I do.”
“No, I don’t think you do, but you will.”
My body floods with pleasure, and I grab onto his arms, nails digging in, impatient for whatever is about to come.
“Hush, now. I’ll make it better.”
He licks up my neck, sucking and kissing at the scars there, like it means something. My hands go to his waist, stroking along his abs. He groans into my neck, biting a little before he descends on my body, licking and kissing.
“So fucking perfect. So tiny. Somine.”
My fingers claw at him and the bed when he trails kisses down my stomach. The sensation is so unusual to me, and wetness coats my thighs as he parts them, and just stares.
“What… what are you doing?” I pant, looking down at him.
“So small,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “Your pretty little pussy is going to strangle me in the best way.” I flush at his words as he takes a deep breath. “But I’ll take care of it. I have to open you up first, okay?”
“O-okay.” I whisper, a little nervous, but one look into Rohan’s eyes, and I relax into the furs.
“Once you’re ready, I can fit inside here.” He touches my opening, and I jolt. “And once I am inside.” He licks that finger, his eyes closed, body shaking at the taste of me. “I’ll never fucking leave.”
Then his mouth is over me, licking and sucking. The sound is obscene, but it builds me toward something as I gasp, my stomach tightening.
“Rohan,” I moan, confused. My breathing picks up, pleasure filling my stomach and my pussy. “I don’t know what this is.”
It feels good. Too good.
He groans into me. “It’s okay, just let go. I have you.”
“What is happening?” I moan, rocking into him, chasing more when a finger enters me on a gasp.
His chuckle is dark and laced with desire. “It’s the first of many, many orgasms, Little Whisperer.” His lips cover my clit, sucking as another finger enters me and I’m soaring.
The longest, loudest moan spills from me as my whole body tingles, toes curling. I almost feel dizzy for a moment as I slump back against the bed.
“Gods.”
“Just me,” Rohan says. “Just a Dragonbond who’s about to take his most precious prize.” He licks around my opening. “So wet. So needy.” He groans. “You have no idea how good you taste, do you?” I think I shake my head, and then fingers are parting my lips, eyes dark. “Have some.”
I wrap my lips around them and suck, and the groan he lets loose is feral.
“Let’s add another finger.” I feel pressure at my opening again, and then another finger is inside me, the wet sound reaching my ears as he thrusts gently.
“Fuck, so tight. Has anyone been here, Elf?”
He knows the answer to that already.
