Page 105 of Court of Claws

I wanted to say something smartass and sarcastic. But all I could do was stare at him as his tongue moved over his finger, tasting me, breathing my scent in.

He looked glorious. Half-naked and sprawled there beside my naked body.

I could almost have come just from that.

And then his wicked beautiful mouth lowered, moving between my legs. His tongue stroked me, running up and down the full length of me as I arched my hips and cried out.

I could almost taste my climax. It was so fucking close.

“That's it,” Draven growled approving. His voice was like thunder, rumbling between my legs, and sending electric shivers over my skin like a crackling surge of lightning.

He lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders, pulling my body flush against his mouth as his tongue dove inside me.

I screamed, my hips rocking against him, as I came near to shattering.

“There's a good girl. Fuck me back like you mean it.”

I did as he told me because I could do nothing else. My body had taken on a will of its own. My hips arched against him again and again. I was trembling, melting. His mouth worked over me, tongue licking, teeth just barely scraping, driving me mad with a pleasure close to pain.

“Please,” I cried into the void, hearing the helplessness in my voice but unable to do anything about it. I was lost. I had fallen. Fallen so hard under this man's fucking spell. I could never let him know how much. “Draven. Enough. Please.”

“Enough? It's never going to be fucking enough.” There was an edge to his voice that I had never heard before. Almost like desperation.

He cupped my ass in his hands, cradling me against his mouth. I writhed beneath him as his tongue circled my clit, then dipped inside me.

He savored me. Feasted on me.

Holding me beneath him, keeping me on the edge, saving me from falling when I most wanted to fall... and then... finally, when I was almost crying from pleasure, sobbing from desperation, he slid his fingers inside me as his tongue circled my clit and thrust. A brutal, rhythmic thrusting that sent me bursting, screaming, climaxing under him, clawing at his hair, at his back.

And then he was doing the same. His hands covered my breasts, the same but different. Claws had shot out from his fingertips, caressing my breasts, moving over the soft mounds, scratching lightly. A claw slipped over a sensitive nipple and I let out a moan that turned into a long, ragged gasp as my orgasm ripped through me, pulsing through my veins, making my bones rattle and my knees shake.

When it was over, Draven was beside me.

His fucking trousers were still on.

His claws moved leisurely over my stomach. He was very gentle.

I rolled onto my side, and thrust my hips against his. He made a grunting sound low and deep in his throat.

“Just as I thought,” I said, with satisfaction. His desire was more than manifest. “Take them off.”

“Take them off?”

“Take your fucking pants off, Prince of Claws. Fair is fair.”

He grinned and my heart beat faster. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, do you?”

“I don’t think I care what you think,” I said flippantly. “Do it.”

I thought I knew what he was worried about. But I also knew I’d manage to find just enough restraint not to mount him once he removed them. Just barely enough.

I only wanted to see him. Well, maybe more.

I moved my hand to the front of his trousers and ran my fingers over his length. His not inconsiderable length. He was long...and hard. Despite my best efforts, I was impressed.

“Take them off,” I demanded again. “Don't make me reach for the letter opener.”

He didn’t even smirk this time, just moved his hand to his pants and undid the fastening, then slipped them down his hips.

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