He groans and gently tilts my head back, his tongue teasing my lips apart, exploring, teasing until it feels like he is trying to devour me. I want to let him. I want to feel the heat of his scales against my skin. I want him on my tongue.
Asher pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “Are you going to let me taste your pretty pussy before I fuck you?”
I shudder, a downright needy whimper escapes my lips as the full force of his words surges through me.
“How do you know it’s pretty?” I shoot back, feeling a little bratty.
This man already knows how much I want him, and let’s face it. I am two seconds away from being putty in his relatively large hands. Gods, his hands.
“Princess, everything about you is pretty.” He smiles, kissing my jaw. “The way your cheeks go pink when you’re flustered. This little dip in your collarbone.” His breath is warm against my neck, his fingertips pulling the fabric away from my shoulder before kissing it. “These freckles.”
Slowly, he trails down to the front of my dress, pinching open the top button and caressing the soft swell of my breast. The moment his lips touch mine, his eyes flutter closed, and pull to expose a bit more skin, down to the edge of my white lace bra. I really should have thought about my choices in underwear, but this was never in the realm of possibility.
Asher inhales and lets out a deep chuckle, moving his hand from my hair down to my soft waist and scooping me up into his arms. I can’t do much else but hold on, my fingertips grazing the edge of his wings.
“Careful, princess.” He purrs in my ear before laying me down on the couch, his eyes making a slow trail down my body.
“Sensitive?” I ask.
“Ticklish.”
He tenses his shoulders, and the large wings disappear in a shimmer of magic. The way his eyes drag down my body renders me speechless. Over a week ago, I thought he was dead set on avoiding me, but now? It looks like he needs me to live.
The couch groans as he climbs over me, his lips continuing their trail down the exposed skin of my breast.
My senses flare to life. Every touch, every kiss and every brush of his tongue is winding me tighter, and he hasn’t even gotten to my nipple yet. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Is this what has all the other rabbits losing their minds during their heat?
He pulls my bra down my breasts, cupping them in his warm, scaled hands. The way he looks down at them in reverence feels absolutely sinful. In his eyes, I am a deity, worthy of his worship.
One lick and my fingers thread through his golden brown hair and keep him there. “Yes.” I gasp out, answering a question I must’ve heard in my thoughts.
He doesn’t move except to press his knee between my thighs, it’s not enough friction, but it lingers there like a delicious threat, which has me squirming and writhing closer as he lavishes my breasts with so much attention, it has me shaking.
They’ve never been this sensitive before, it feels like I am experiencing this for the first time. All of my other partners pale compared to Asher.
I’m pretty sure I could come from this, but the sensations peak and twist me tighter and tighter until it hurts.
“Please.” I anchor myself against his thigh, grinding without hesitation. The flood of hormones makes me dizzy, the full force of my heat emboldening me, “Fuck, Asher, I need to feel you. I need more.”
He looks up, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. It looks longer than usual. The thought of it has me clenching my thighs.
“As you wish, Princess.” He smiles, moving down my stomach and positioning himself between my legs.
Those slightly rough textured hands slide the edge of my dress up my thighs while his fingertips dip under the elastic of my panties, giving me a cool blast of air before he closes his mouth over the seam of my pussy.
The flood of heat between my legs has me tensing, my fingers digging into his golden brown locks. I force him between my legs, my greediness eliciting a growl from his lips as he laps at my cunt. His tongue swirls around my clit in lazy circles, it’s enough to wind me up but not enough to give me release.
“You taste better than I imagined.“ Asher hums against my thigh.
The tip of his tongue teases against my lips. I have never been this sensitive. My body is a live wire.
When I think I can’t take any more, he runs his tongue along my entrance before sinking deeper than I thought possible.
His hands grip the sides of my hips, squeezing and pulling me closer as he fucks me with his tongue. New sensations blossoming with every twist and flick of the tip, hitting spots I never knew existed.
I chant out his name in worship.
“Yes, I can feel it,” he says against my clit, “give it to me. Soak my face. I wanna taste every drop.”
