Page 50 of Nocturn

Addicting, more accurately. Every time he did something with that tongue, it caused my legs to twitch. As the release tapered away, my husky sounds did too. I tried to pull away from his grip, but he only tightened it, rasping his teeth against me teasingly.

“My lord,” I whispered. “I-I cannot think.”

He chuckled and pulled up. I struggled to open my eyes. He smirked up at me, his grip gliding up my thighs to my waist, then he rose over me, climbing onto the bed and causing it to jostle with his weight.

He clasped my jaw, his hand nearly engulfing the lower half of my face. Lowering, his cold, sweet breath caressed my nose.

“Your taste, your scent,” he whispered, lips grazing against mine. “Everything about you drives me to distraction.” His tongue swiped across my lips, grazing over my teeth. “Take my cock so I can watch that maddening control slip away.”

Pressure expanded at the apex of my thighs. The invasion of his cock pressed harder into the growing slickness. A drumming rattled my lower half, forcing my spine to arch up and off the bed. His hand wound around my waist and he braced me higher, his head falling between my breasts. His tongue swiped across my nipple and I cried out, arching my hips toward his girth.

“More,” I moaned, my bottom clenching as I strained higher onto him—to be filled by more.

“Needy mortal,” Lord Draven grunted, his hips immediately hiking to thrust deeper. He had not even pumped once, nor was he fully seated inside me, and I had already climaxed more than once.

He swiped his tongue across my breast again, a graze of teeth the only warning. Then he struck. My breathing halted, and I jolted, shoving myself fully onto him, unable to breathe as my body seized on his length once again. His moan against my breast vibrated through me.

This sensation seemed unreal. Violently gripping to the point that I could not form words, couldn’t do anything but hold on.

Finally, he was almost fully inside me. His knot pressed against my entrance, but it would not enter. I was already full to the point that I felt pressure deep in my belly.

“I-I do not think I am meant to⁠—”

He hiked his hips, cutting my breathing off. Pressure expanded my entrance. Bliss rippled throughout and forced my toes in a curl.

“You are meant to take me. This body was meant to take me.” His fingernails pressed into my thighs.

Pleasure wracked through my frame. If ordered to recite the proper supper dishware, I would have failed spectacularly.

He lifted away, hands gripping my hips as he leaned back.

“Such a prim, innocent flower. How delightful it is to watch you fall apart beneath me.”

His words caused my channel to clamp down on him. I forced my eyes open. To fixate on the harsh curve of his lips. Lord Draven grunted, the sound animalistic. He pressed a fist into the bed beside my hip, thrusting deep.

Each breath sawed from my throat.

Another sound, incredibly close to a growl, left his lips.

Suddenly, he took the luscious pressure away.

Warm seed sprayed across my sex. My legs seized, twitching as another wave of bliss worked through me. Smaller, yet no less pleasing.

I could not stop my trembling.

Everything felt so enhanced. The pulsing between my legs had turned into an incessant beat that matched my heart.

He had not remained inside me like that male at the brothel had been inside the woman.

Lord Draven pressed his pelvis against mine, rubbing our wet, aching flesh against each other. Moaning, I hiked my hips up, and the hardened length slid inside once again. My fingers curled into his sides.

Desperately, I wanted him even deeper—as deep as he could go. Keeping him inside me just like this . . .

I moaned, squeezing the muscles bunching on his shoulders.

“Perhaps I should not have had you taken out of that brothel so soon if I knew how well you would take lessons,” he murmured.

I blinked up at him. The revelation was shocking. Renata had mentioned that I was to stay there longer, and the following dawnlight rotation I had left. I had found it odd, but never paid too much mind.