I don’t believe him, out of my mind to get away from the unique torture. He presses even harder on my lower stomach, pistoning his digits into me. I curve forward in a half-sit-up as my experience of the friction turns on a dime.
I gasp like a fish out of water when Brexley goes back to torturing my clit. He growls into it, sending sharp vibrations into my most sensitive parts. The second orgasm hits hard like an earthquake, leaving no part of me untouched. Tears leak out of my eyes. The pleasure is so intense I’m not sure if I want it to end or never stop as I ride it out.
Fuck, I love him. I love him so hard, my body threatens to fall apart.
When he finally releases me, I flop back on the bed, boneless and wrecked.
I continue to twitch with aftershocks, as Brexley kneels between my legs. Towering over me, he licks my desire from his covered fingers.
A shudder rips its way through me at the erotic image. Werewolf or sex god? Wait, why am I or-ing? He is definitely both.
“So sweet, little Red, I could eat you all up.” He growls.
I don’t have the voice to tell him that’s exactly what he just did. Instead, I reach out to him. He’s too far away, and the space makes me vulnerable. As soon as he covers me, I push his shoulder. Understanding my cue, he rolls until I’m on top. I’m half surprised I can sit up even as my thighs shake around him.
Touching the bandage around his arm, I silently ask about it. He unwinds it to show me his skin is healed now. I drop a kiss on the spot. He looks at me in amazement, his mouth parting. That’s right, Big Bad, we can be roughandsweet.
Then I push back on my knees and envelop his hard cock in my hot mouth. I lick and suckle the velvety soft mushroom tip until Brexley’s head falls back.
“Fuck, Red,” he rasps, like he’s praying. “I've been dreaming of fucking these perfect lips. Fae lords, it’s even better than I imagined. I can’t decide if I want to shoot it down your throat, on those perfect decorated tits, or inside your heavenly cunt.
I can’t help my lips from curving around him.
He props up on his arms, to get a better view of me and I give him a show. I take him all the way to the back of my throat and moan. My hips grind on one of his hard, muscular thighs. I trace every vein and ridge with my tongue and lips, licking up the shaft like it’s a dripping ice cream cone. The taste of his skin mixed with the tang of his precum makes me moan. Brexley hisses through his teeth, eyes glowing brightly.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard my pet, you won’t be able to walk for a week."
My center throbs in anticipation. Oh fae lords, I want that so bad. I double my efforts sucking him hard and fast, while my own fingers sneak down to rub at my aching clit.
Brexley pushes me away and grips the base of his cock, eyes shut tight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, no,” he chants. “Not yet.”
I lick my lips like a cat who ate the canary. I luxuriate in getting to run my hands along his hard muscles, to kiss and lick along the deep impressions along his hips and abdomen. Then unable to help myself, I bite into his hip, not holding back.
Mine.
He jerks hard and grabs my hair, yanking me away.
“I was helping,” I say with a cheeky smile.
Brexley frowns at me, but I can tell he’s not really angry.
“Come here.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, and angles me over his cock. I slide down, letting him fill me nearly past my limits until I’m seated at the hilt.
Oh. Oh fae lords. It’s so good, so satisfying, I could die. I mindlessly rock forward on him, needing more. I need all of him. All the time.
More than my body, something at the center of my very being feels sated and complete with him. Nothing has ever felt so right.
Our groans of pleasure surround us as heat and friction spark every feeling in me. Brexley lets me set the pace, but his eyes burn into me. As if they are silently swearing that if I ever try to run away, he’ll hunt me down. His gaze is so possessive, it wraps around me, branding me and making me his. I try to return it with the same sentiment as best I can.
Perspiration coats our skin as I rock on him faster, grinding my clit on his pelvic bone. Reaching up, he pinches my nipple piercings, sending shoots of pleasure to my center.
Brexley stills my hips, forcing me to look at him. “You have to know I would never hurt you, right?”
“I know,” I say, running my thumb along his cheek. I lean over and kiss him, rocking again.
It’s so much more than release with him. It always has been. Brexley truly sees and accepts all of me, even the wild parts. And I do the same for him. The comfort it gives me is profound.
Brexley grabs my hips, his pelvis slamming up into me. The weightlessness of him holding me up combined with the barrage of power has me flying. My love for him powers my imminent orgasm with rocket fuel, and it’s about to blast me directly to space. My inner muscles clench over and over, trying to keep him in my body, until they’ve worked into a frenzy, fluttering on the edge I’m scared to go over.
