Page 17 of The Lawgiver's Firebrand
With perverse pleasure, he fucked her rhythmically, leisurely, rocking forward. Back. His face was a mask of rapture.
Ari’s muscles contracted. With fire blazing through her nerves, she squeezed his cock. Without warning, an orgasm screamed through her body.
Her body still quivering, Ari unlaced her arms from behind her head, digging her fingertips into his ass. “Fuck you and your no-touching rule.”
Shuddering at her touch, Daire groaned as he hammered into her harder, faster. Her sex tightened, urging him to climax. With two hard thrusts, he released a hot rush of seed while he fed from her lifeforce.
Another orgasm raced through Ari.
Many deep breaths afterward, she lay limp beneath Daire, exhausted, her arms collapsing at her side.
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Dairerolled to the side, taking Ari with him. She pillowed her head on his chest. When a finger traced what other females had called his treasure trail, his abs tightened with expectation.
To his disappointment, she paused the journey. “You are arrogant,” she said.
“Yes.” His smile was triumphant.
“Am I too common for you? Mind you, I won’t change myself for a male. I’m just curious. Consider this a spontaneous survey.”
He laughed, a sincere, hearty sound. “Nothing about you, Ari, is common. Absolutely nothing. Rough around the edges, maybe. But I’ve discovered that sleek, groomed, elegant females are boring. You are not so. I love the unexpected. Each expression. Each action. Every word you say is a surprise. A delightful surprise.”
“Hmm. But perhaps we are too different.”
With her warm palm still resting on his skin, Daire tangled his hands in her blonde curly hair, a silky, luscious texture that satisfied his incubus need for tactile pleasure. “We are different. But if you were like me, I wouldn’t want to fuck you into oblivion.”
When her strolling fingers reached his cock, caressing it with light feathery touches, it sprang into action. Ready. Willing. And more than able. Once more.
Daire’s gaze locked onto hers while he rolled on top. Flexing his hips, he slammed into her body in a single stroke, not stopping until his balls slapped against her ass. No slow exploration. He wanted hard, aggressive. He wanted her screaming, undone.
“Daire. Daire,” she whispered, his name on her lips an exuberant melody.
She was not frantic enough yet. Holding still for a moment, he felt her tremble around him. This time, she did not have to adjust to his thickness or hard length. She handled him with ease.
While Ari shuddered beneath him, her tongue licked slowly across her upper lip. Daire leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, savoring her taste while he moved, withdrew, and pushed inside again.
Her sheath was tight, stroking his aroused length with each slide. When Ari made delightful, soft moaning sounds, hunger overwhelmed him. He raised onto his forearms, pulling his cock nearly out until only the tip could feel her wet pussy. Driving deep with a powerful thrust, he fed.
As he experienced the flow of lifeforce, Ari thrashed her head from side to side, crying in pleasure, scratching at his back, arching into his advances. Her legs clenched around his hips while she met him thrust for thrust.
He claimed her mouth once more, hammering in and out, driven by an unfamiliar lust, wanting her as he had wanted no one. Ever.
When his balls tightened, Daire knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer. His hand between their bodies, he pressed her pebbled clit, swollen with desire. Once more, he sampled her lifeforce, catapulting her into a climax. As he slammed deep, her back bowed. Daire paused, his cock jerking while his release flooded into Ari.
Overcome, he lay still for what seemed an eternity, stunned by his response to the Firebrand witch.
Finally, Ari broke the silence. “Are you going to get your heavy-ass body off me, or will I smother to death?”
“Quiet. I’m exhausted.” He rolled to his back, barely able to tuck his arms under his neck. He puffed out his chest. “You can thank me.”
“Whatever for? I deserve the praise.” Her breathing was still ragged.
He grinned. “You came through like a champ.”
“I did, didn’t I? You weren’t so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad. High praise, Firebrand.”
