Page 106 of Keran's Dawn

I opened my mouth to argue, but she silenced me with a voracious kiss. Any desire to pursue the conversation went up in flames as a bolt of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach. Although she had initiated the kiss, I took over immediately. I cupped her nape with one hand as I tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss. My other hand glided down her back to the plump curve of her behind. I gave her left cheek a squeeze before pressing her pelvis against mine. A shiver coursed through her at the feel of my shaft quickly becoming erect between us.

Ancestors! How easily this woman always managed to set my blood ablaze!

But Dawn had apparently meant it by sayingshewould handle it. Grabbing my hand holding her nape, she pulled it away, freeing herself, before fisting my hair at the nape. She yanked my head back—sadly not as hard as I normally liked—exposing my neck for her lips to explore. As much as I enjoyed rough sex, I suspected my woman would stick to the gentler side of things for at least a couple more weeks.

I silenced my natural urge to take control and allowed her to lead. While kissing and nipping at my neck, Dawn slipped a hand under the hem of my shirt. I shivered, my abdominal muscles contracting under the heat of her palm. She caressed a path up my chest, her index finger circling my right areola, before flicking the nipple, then giving it a good pinch. That resonated directly in my groin. I took in a hissy breath between my teeth, my hand settling on her thighs, beneath the hem of her short skirt.

They caressed a path over the delicious cushion of her behind, up the slope of her back, lifting her dress in the process. Dawn stopped kissing my neck and slightly straightened to scowl at me. I gave her an unrepentant grin for trying to beat her at her own game, as she’d also been lifting my shirt while caressing my chest and tweaking my nipple. Undeterred, she continued removing my shirt from me, forcing me to raise my arm. I gladly complied, as it also allowed me to rid her of her garment.

Except, I had no qualms playing a little dirty.

As one of us had to yield to the other, I lifted her dress until it was over her head, before pulling my arm down out of the sleeves of my shirt. As soon as she finished taking it off me, I resumed removing her dress, only to stop once the collar had cleared her mouth and nose. Dawn gasped when she realized I’d effectively shackled and blinded her with her garment. Fisting her dress with one hand to keep her trapped, I reclaimed her mouth in a voracious kiss. Although she struggled to free herself, my woman didn’t put much effort into it, which pleased me tremendously.

I loved having her at my mercy.

My free hand caressed the soft skin of her back on its way to the magnetic clasp of her bra. I made swift work of detaching it. To my delight, it was a strapless bra, allowing me to dispose of it without freeing my woman from her improvised shackles. I broke the kiss and bent her backward as my lips glided along her neck, over her clavicle, and down to the perky nipple of her generous breast. Her moan had my cock jerking in my pants with need as it strained against the tight fabric.

I ached to be buried balls deep inside my mate. But I needed to pleasure her first.

As I licked and laved her little nub, Dawn started gyrating on top of me, rubbing her core against my length. Ancestors! She was driving me insane with desire. Taking advantage of my brief moment of distraction as I enjoyed her body, Dawn freed her arms trapped in the dress and discarded it. I’d expected her to try and reclaim control. Instead, she placed her hands on my shoulders for better support as she leaned back and intensified her gyrations over me.

This further fanned the fire gradually turning into an inferno in my loin. With a needy growl, I snapped the narrow piece of fabric that held her thong around her waist and slipped my hand between her thighs. Fuck me! My woman was already soaking wet for me. The scent of her arousal had my mouth watering and my pelvic muscles tightening.

I slipped two fingers inside her, my thumb massaging her clit as I continued to suck on her breasts. She ground her sex on my hand, her labored breathing interspersed with moans as she chased her climax. When she began to tremble in my arms, I lifted my head to peer at her beautiful face.

Ancestors, she was stunning!

Eyes closed in an almost pained expression, lips parted, cheeks flushed, my woman was the embodiment of feminine sensuality. I wanted to kiss her again, but the need to admire her beauty as she fell apart for me superseded that desire. And moments later, she did.

Dawn cried out, her body seizing in my arms. Her nails dug into my shoulders, giving them the most exquisite sting, before she buried her face in my neck. I caressed her back and continued rubbing her clit—her essence flooding my hand—while she rode her orgasm. I only relented when she came back down, her gyrations gradually slowing to a halt.

When she straightened and saw my smug smile, Dawn scrunched her face, looking like she wanted to smack me. That just made me chuckle. The defiant glimmer that sparked in her beautiful green eyes only had more blood rushing to my groin—as if I wasn’t painfully hard enough already.

My woman wrapped her hand around my neck and squeezed, not so hard it strangled me, but enough to slightly constrict my airway. Saying it turned me on couldn’t begin to give it justice. Dawn leaned forward and claimed my lips in a brutal kiss. I parted my lips to deepen it, but she took my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it a couple of times before giving it a sharp nip that resonated straight in my cock. I slightly hissed, more in surprise than in any real pain, and found myself wishing once more she’d done it more forcefully.

She trailed a flurry of kisses down my neck and my chest while letting herself slide down my lap. Her nails raked my skin in a downward path, the wondrous burn tearing an approving moan out of me. I parted my legs as she slid to the floor and settled between them. My woman kissed my abs and teased my navel with her tongue. Her hands unclasping my pants reminded me how painfully confined my cock was. Another hiss escaped me, this time of bliss when she set it free. I lifted my ass as she tugged on my pants to help her take them off me.

Before the garment had even finished clearing my feet, Dawn was reaching for my shaft. She didn’t waste time teasing me. Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, she gave it a tight, almost painful squeeze that had drops of precum seeping out. My grunt of approval turned into an almost feral growl when my mate leaned forward, first licking the head and then taking me deep inside the searing heat of her mouth.

My fingers found their way through her hair as she began to bob in front of me, her hand moving in counterpoint to her mouth. It was so good. So fucking good. I’d never stop marveling at how much of me Dawn was able to take, how deep she swallowed my cock. Every time she raked her teeth over my length as she pulled away, electric sparks would go off in my loins and spread throughout my body. Her other hand fondling and squeezing my balls only heightened the maelstrom of sensations setting my blood on fire.

As with every time my mate sucked my cock, pleasure built too fast, too hard, pushing me to the brink of insanity. A volcano raged in my loins, threatening to erupt at any moment. A part of me wanted to embrace this promise of ultimate bliss. As Dawn had shown in the past, she actually enjoyed swallowing all I had to give. But I wanted my seed filling her womb. I needed that perfect body of hers wrapped around me, to feel her breath fanning on my chest, and have those sexy, throaty moans of hers right next to my ear.

“Stop and get on my cock,” I said, my voice so thick with desire it was barely intelligible to my own ears. “I need to be inside you.”

As Dawn usually stubbornly refused to comply with such requests whenever I made them, I’d expected to have to fight her on this once again. To my surprise—and utter delight—my mate didn’t make a fuss. After one last lick, she climbed back on top of me, straddling my lap, her knees on each side of my thighs. Not once did her hand let go of my cock. She gave it a few additional tight strokes before aligning the head with her opening.

I placed my hands on each cheek of her behind to help support her as she lowered herself onto me, my abdominal muscles contracting painfully in anticipation. But Dawn seemed even more impatient than I was for us to be one. Eyes locked with mine, she didn’t try to ease my non-negligible girth inside her and simply impaled herself on my cock. We both cried out at the burning sensation. Gritting my teeth against the violent urge to spill my seed right there and then, I drew my mate tightly against me and buried my face in her neck. I inhaled her scent and focused on the wondrous feel of her arms around me, her warm skin pressed against mine, and of her hands roaming feverishly over my skin.

But my Dawn seemed possessed. Once again, she didn’t wait and started moving up and down my length in the most exquisite torture. The way her inner walls squeezed my cock with each motion kept me teetering on the edge. I’d always taken great pride in my stamina and ability to give my woman multiple orgasms before I yielded to my own release. But this woman only had to touch me to get me on the verge of spilling like a fucking juvenile.

Ancestors, I could never get enough of her.

Lava swirled in the pit of my stomach, flooding my veins, setting each of my nerve endings ablaze as Dawn rode my cock with unbridled fury. All thoughts of rest and no strenuous effort flew right out of my head as I started thrusting upward into her in counterpoint to her movements. Our tongues mingled and clashed, our hands explored, clawed, claimed with something akin to desperation. Even as I lost myself in her, I couldn’t get close enough to my mate.

Drowning in a sea of bliss, I never saw Dawn’s climax creep up on her. She suddenly threw her head back, crying out as she was swept away. Her inner walls clamping down on my cock wrested my own release from me. I roared as my seed shot out into my woman. But even as liquid ecstasy poured out of me, I tightened my arms around Dawn, pumping in and out of her in a frenzy. I still wanted her… needed her too much.

Despite filling her to the brim, my cock never softened. By the time my mate came down from her high, her third climax was already building. Breath labored, skin covered in sweat, Dawn resumed moving over me. This time, she battled her own need to fall apart again. Eyes locked with mine, her hand fisting my hair on my nape almost painfully, she rode me hard until my second orgasm hit me. I thought my mind would fracture from the violence with which it crashed into me. Dawn joined her voice to mine, our movements erratic as I once more filled her with my seed.

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