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His eyes immediately darkened with concern.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m wonderful,” she assured him. “That was even better than the whispers I heard.”

“Whispers?”

“There’s not a lot of talk about sex in Wainwright, just secrets told behind closed doors.”

“But you’ve never…”

“Never.”

His eyes began to gleam again, and she smiled up at him.

“And as soon as I can move I intend to put my mouth on you.”

“Later,” he growled. “I want to be inside you first.”

“Then you’ll have to take your clothes off.”

He immediately stripped his shirt off over his head, muscles rippling beneath that gleaming blue skin. He rose long enough to toe off his boots and unfasten his pants. He’d been completely dressed the entire time he was feasting on her and somehow that had only added to the eroticism of the act.

Then he stripped off his pants and she lost the ability to think.

His cock sprang out between them, long and thick and a much darker blue than the rest of his skin. Fascinated, she rose up on her knees to examine it and discovered it was covered with anelaborate pattern of swirling ridges, ridges that pulsed when she ran a tentative finger across them.

“Were you born this way?” she whispered, tracing her finger along one of the ridges, rough against her finger.

“Yes,” he groaned as her breath wafted across his cock.

Remembered her previous intention, she leaned closer, retracing the path of her finger with her tongue. He groaned again and then she was on the floor with his huge body looming over her, his horns gleaming in the firelight.

CHAPTER 17

Slowly,Temel reminded himself, trying to control the desire raging through his system. He knew she was not untouched, but he’d also felt the impossibly tight grip of her sweet little cunt around his finger.

He needed to prepare her, and he forced himself to pause long enough to taste the rosy tips of her breasts, remembering how he had drawn her climax from her with only his fingers and his mouth. She responded just as eagerly this time when he suckled the stiff little peak. Her channel was still slick and swollen from her previous climax, but she opened around his finger. She gasped when he tried to add a second finger, but he bit gently on her nipple and pressed it into her just as her climax swept over her.

A distant part of his brain urged him to continue preparing her, but it was too late. He needed to be inside her now—he needed her hot little cunt squeezing his cock, her sweet juices bathing his length as she convulsed around him.

He lowered his body over hers, slowly stroking the tip of his cock between her soft, slick folds, gritting his teeth against the urge toimpale her. Her arousal coated his shaft as the ridges of his cock rubbed against the tiny pearl of her clit. She arched against him, her beautiful eyes dark with passion.

“Please, Temel. I need you.”

Need, his heart sang as he probed as gently as possible at her small entrance. Gods, he needed her as well, needed her with a hunger he had never felt before. Her eyes were wide, emerald green flecks catching the firelight as he lowered his mouth to hers for a quick possessive kiss.

Her delicate flesh began to part around his cock, then enveloped the broad head in a hot, silken embrace. He kept his hips perfectly still, despite her gasping moans, giving her a moment to adjust to the penetration. But his body was crying out for release, his seed rushing to his cock as the tight little muscles gripped him.

He groaned against her mouth, fighting back the climax he so desperately needed. Then her hands clamped down on his horns, her body rising to meet him and he was lost. He pushed forward, sinking into her slowly, perfectly, the tight channel straining to accept him as it parted around the thickness of his cock.

When he finally buried himself completely, he paused, his breath coming in harsh pants, and found her looking up at him, her eyes wide and dazed, but full of trust. The aching sweetness of her acceptance flowed over him and his body finally surged into action. He withdrew, the friction of his ridges against her slick walls making them both gasp and then slammed back into her, their bodies meeting with the harsh slap of flesh against flesh.

She cried out and arched into his next thrust, her hands clawing at his shoulders, and he increased his pace. Their bodies rocked together as he plunged into her over and over again, pleasure swamping him. Her small nails dug into his skin as she gasped his name, begging him to move faster and harder until there was nothing but the heat of her flesh surrounding his cock and the tight clasp of her cunt, pleasure rolling through him in a violent wave as his seed erupted into her body.

His cock jerked inside her, over and over again, before he collapsed onto his forearms as his orgasm drained the last of his energy. She was still trembling beneath him and he brushed her tousled hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

“Perfect.”

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