Page 47 of Bride of the Black Dragon
I moan his name like a prayer—I’m getting so close!
“Oh Goddess—Xaren!”
“Fuck, little dove,” he groans, looking up at me, his lips glistening with my juices. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat your soft little pussy all damn day.”
My breath catches in my throat. No one has ever spoken to me like this before. No one has touched me like this before. And certainly no one has ever tasted me.
But it occurs to me that I’m pulling too hard on his hair—I must be hurting him. Somehow I unclench my fingers but then he’s at it again.
“Goddess have mercy,” I whisper, clutching his shoulders, twisting in the sheets as he goes down on me once more.
His tongue works in slow, devastating circles. Then he flattens it and presses—long and firm—lapping at the aching bud of my clit like he’s trying to drive me mad with pleasure.
Then suddenly he pauses.
I blink, panting.
“Why…why did you stop?”
He looks up, brows furrowed.
“Why did you stop pulling my hair?”
“I… I didn’t want to hurt you,” I pant.
A devilish grin spreads across his face.
“Hurt me, sweetheart.” He licks his lips. “I fucking love it.”
And with that, he dives back in.
His tongue licks harder…deeper. I feel it slip inside me briefly and then he goes back to teasing my clit.
He growls like a beast feasting on his mate and I answer the sound with a cry of my own.
I’m writhing, begging, crying out his name, pulling his hair again and again as he devours me like he can never get enough. His tongue flicks over my clit until my whole body is shaking, my thighs squeezing his head and I’m moaning because I’m so close…so close.
“Xaren, oh Goddess of Mercy, please don’t stop! There…right there.”
He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right. Somehow he finds some inner spot inside me I didn’t even know existed, but it sends spikes of pleasure through me.
“Come for me, little dove,” he growls, his mouth still working my clit. “Let me taste it—come all over my tongue.”
Suddenly my orgasm hits me and pleasure rushes through me like a wildfire. I gasp, arching my back off the bed as sensations tear through me—hot and bright and endless.
I’ve never felt anything like this—never imagined anything so good could be real. I’m seeing lights exploding behind my eyelids as my hips buck and my whole-body clenches with pleasure.
And through it all, Xaren is there—holding me, tasting me, claiming me with his mouth and fingers and tongue.
He makes me feel worshipped…healed…desired.
Loved.
I never want it to end.
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