Page 53 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
“You’re right, thatisa stupid thing to say,” he hisses, an erotic aura dripping from his tongues.
I gulp when Lowell flips me onto my back with one arm, hovering over me with hands on either side of my face, caging me in. The heat from his breath spreads over my neck and face, his scales reflecting light as his jaw strains and flexes. The growing bulge presses deeper into my thigh, protruding bumps rubbing into my skin despite the barrier of clothing.
“Lowell….” I say under my breath, lifting my head to kiss his lips. I snake my arms around his neck to keep myself close.
Lowell groans into the kiss, lickingmy lips each time our mouths close atop one another. His hand intimately teases along my waist, squeezing each time I quicken the pace.
Nibbling at his bottom lip, we forcefully break free with a string of saliva connecting us in the empty space. Although Lowell’s eyes are glossed over, they feverishly search my face and neck, zeroing in on the next spot to attack with his mouth.
Instinctively, my head lifts to grant him easier access, giving clear consent to do what he pleases. I’ve never given myself to someone so readily before, but he’s eating it up graciously.
Lowell peppers sloppy, gentle kisses along my jawline, trailing down my neck, smacking his lips between each contact. His hands excitedly explore my chest, squeezing and caressing each curve and dip they discover. When he reaches my chest, a single hand remains cupped over my breast, fondling it in his palm.
I exhale a moan. The space between my thighs throbs each time his stiff cock pokes against me teasingly, showing just how much he’s enjoying my body. I’ve never felt so desired.
Hurriedly lifting off my shirt, Lowell tosses it aside without a care. He pulls away from his barrage of kisses to inspect my bra, clearly holding in a taunting comment.
“They’re more meant for function than form,” I explain embarrassingly. Without thinking, I reactively cover my chest.
Lean muscles and a brawny physique are a continual source of insecurity; the expectations of Nilsanian women are barbaric at best. The less-than-flattering undergarments I wear during surveys further deflate my confidence, especially while underneath the eyes of a lustful man.
Sensing my tension, Lowell forcefully shoves my hands away from my chest. He dives his mouth between my breasts, pushing them together between his palms to increase the amount of cleavage. Dipping his tongues between the fleshy mounts, he swirls and flicksat my sensitive skin to coat it in his sticky saliva.
He moans gently between my breasts, the vibrations ticklish. “I was going to make fun of you, but my dick sure seems to think that that’s a bad idea,” he teases, rolling his hips into my leg. I feel the mound of flesh grow rock hard as Lowell’s breathing becomes labored and desperate.
Giggling shyly, a once-bashful blush now burns my cheeks.
Seeing my smile, Lowell nudges my collarbone with his snout, inhaling my scent like one would a blooming flower. “So sweet… it’s intoxicating. I need more,” he mumbles so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
Breath tickles my skin and I giggle again, arching my back to press my breasts further into Lowell’s face. This new position allows him to snake his hands to the back of my shoulders to unhook my bra with one snap. For a moment, I think he sliced it in half.
Lowell leaves his assault on my chest to dispose of my bra, his tongues rolling out of his mouth the moment he lays his attention on my bare chest. Saliva drips from the corner of his lips like a famished dog.
“Good Goddess, May,” he murmurs, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over my budding nipple. A tingle runs up the base of my spine to my shoulder blades in a full-body tremble.
“I want to devour you whole,” He rumbles, eyes half-lidded.
My nerves soften at the longing sparkle in Lowell’s eyes, the glow almost blinding. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such yearning. Someone who burns for me so unabashedly and with lecherous, filthy intent. My heart squeezes tight in my chest.
Every partner I’ve had in the past now seems woefully inadequate, their sprinkle of ardor eclipsed by suffocating, obsessive adoration.
“Actually… I wouldn’t mind if you devoured me,” I say with a grin filled with trustful glee, his words eliciting goosebumps. My lips curve into something more teasing, my words soft. “But I thought you said you were aggressive. You’ve been nothing but gentle. I’m disappointed.”
Lowell’s face shifts to one laden with eagerness and exhilaration, his tail smacking against the sides of the tent. “Oh? You want it rougher? I intended to be considerate while warming up your fragile little human body, but I’m more than happy to fulfill your request.”
With a grin of success that spans ear-to-ear, I squeeze my breasts together with my biceps and shake them. “Only if you’re up to the task. I know you’re weakened, being gravely injured and all,” I say, knocking against his groin with my knee.
Lowell grunts, sucking his teeth. “Trying to elicit my hunting instincts, huh? That’s dangerous,” he warns, despite his crooked smile. “But you won’t listen, will you?”
“Nope,” I say with a wink, slapping him across his cheek with the heel of my palm. The softened muscles of his jaw are squishy and bouncy, his head not moving an inch.
A deep growl rumbles from Lowell’s throat, his eyes pinning. “Really, May?”
My heartbeat thunders in my ears, fight-or-flight on high alert.
“I want it rough.”
“Well, now I don’t give a fuck what you want,” he hisses, snout wrinkling.
