Page 61 of Claimed By Stone
She surged forward and kissed me like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it. I caught her around the waist, lifted her, and kissed her back like a dying man finding water.
There were no soft steps, no careful retreat. Just the taste of her mouth and the heat of her skin and the sudden, bone-deep certainty that she was mine.
We barely made it to the bed.
Her fingers pulled at my shirt. I stopped briefly, pulling it over my head with a needy growl that sent blood rushing to every part of me. I kissed her throat, her collarbone, her breasts—biting gently, marking what was mine.
She climbed into my lap, dress hiked up, and ground against me like she already knew how to drive me feral. But it was not going to be that fast. No, not when I needed to worship this goddess before me, who had come in and woken my senses down to their very core.
She was at the core of me now. Even without the mating bond complete, I could feel her, smell her, taste her, and she was mine. Utterly mine.
I quickly flipped her to her back, tossing her dress over her waist.
I heard a muffled laugh. When I looked up, I saw I had thrown all her skirts up over her head.
"Let's get you out of these goddamn clothes.”
She stood, and I undid the laces of her dress before letting it drop around her. I turned her as she stood in a shift before me. I could just bite her. Literally, my tusks ached to sink into her supple skin.
Later, I reminded myself.
I slid the shift off her shoulders and watched it fall to the ground, pooling at her feet.
"You are a goddess," I said simply, with truth.
Then I trailed my hand up her creamy, soft thigh and sank two fingers right into her heat. She cried out as my thumb came up to circle her clit.
"Thavros," she cried out, her already slick heat clenching around my fingers.
"I need to taste you," I said, standing and pushing her to the bed on all fours.
"Like this?" she asked, shocked, looking back at me.
The sight of her on all fours, her ass in the air, dripping cunt peeking out, almost undid me. "Yes, like this."
I lowered myself to her core, burying my face in her wet slit. Her scent was like a drug I couldn't get enough of. I licked her from her clit all the way to the puckered rose bud I'd yet to explore. I put pressure on that tight hole with my thumb.
"Thavros," she half-cried and moaned.
"Remember, I do anything you don't like, anything, I stop. You just have to say so."
She didn't say anything, so I gave her ass a little smack.
"Yes, I will."
Then I continued to lap at her slit until she cried out as she came. I flipped her, pinning her to the mattress, lips devouring hers. She arched for me, opened for me, and begged for more.
And I gave it.
Notching my cock at her entrance, I slowly pushed into her, tentative at first. That was, until her legs wrapped around my waist and her feet pressed me forward into her. I let her push me in.
"Please, don't be gentle. I wantyou!"
Those words were my undoing. My hips began to drive every bit of me into her slick cunt, except my knot. Even if I ached to shove it all the way in, this was enough for now. I bucked into her with punishing thrusts because she seemed to need them just as much as I did.
She took every inch, every growl I offered. I took every trembling breath she offered. I made her come again and again. Orcish, claiming, andreal. The kind of taking that saidyou are mine,andI’ll die before I let you go.
We didn’t just come together.
