Page 101 of Dark Fey Captive

“I’m sorry. I⁠—”

“For what? I loved it, Nav. But you were careful even then, not letting go, but also not using my mouth like you wanted. What if I told you I wanted you to pin me to a wall and enter me from behind while biting my shoulder?”

My blood started pounding in my ears.

“Would you do that for me?”

I wanted to warn her my teeth were too sharp. Instead, I nodded.

“But would it be enough to make you lose control?” She considered me thoughtfully as she chewed and swallowed another bite. “I don’t think it would. I want to see you lose control, Nav. I want to feel it. Feel you inside of me the moment you snap. I want to know that you want me so much you can’t stop even if you tried.”

My hands started to shake with understanding, and the sound of blood rushing in my ears grew louder.

Arena wanted me. She wanted to know that I was hers and only hers.

The smile that pulled at her lips called to me. I needed her mouth.

She squeaked when I tugged her from her chair. Her fork clattered to the plate.

“If you tell me to stop, I will, no matter what,” I said. Then I kissed her savagely, not giving her a chance to voice anything.

Unleashing my need, I devoured her mouth and walked her to the hallway, pinning her back to the wall. She was panting when I broke the kiss and sank to my knees. She let out a startled gasp, and her hands flew to my head as I hooked her legs over my shoulders.

The sound she made as I tongued her drove my hunger. I needed more. More whimpers. More wetness. I needed her ready as quickly as possible.

I withdrew when her channel started to twitch against my tongue. She whimpered as I stood, a small sound of protest that I swallowed with a kiss. I kicked off my shorts. She groaned into my mouth and wrapped her legs around my waist. The head of my cock jerked against her entrance, demanding the tight squeeze of her heat.

When I pulled back to meet her gaze, her lips were parted and wet as she panted for air. Her gaze met mine as I entered her in one slow stroke.

Her breath left her in a long, drawn-out moan, and she closed her eyes.

“Look at me, Arena,” I demanded, capturing the back of her head.

Her lids fluttered open, and her gaze locked on mine. Her smile was sleepy and sweet as I withdrew and carefully thrust in again.

“That’s still controlled,” she said, reaching for my ears.

Her fingers dragged along the tip, sending a molten bolt of heat through me. Reason fled. The remnants of the control that whispered for me to be cautious, to take things slow, shattered.

Gripping her hips, I withdrew to the tip and thrust in.

Her lips curved with satisfaction that demanded more.

So I did it again. And again. Pounding into her as her fingers toyed with my ears. The warning tingle spread, tightening my balls.

She started making little squeaking noises. Her channel clenching around me.

With a roar, I thrust deep and began emptying myself into the hot fist of her pussy. My hips jerked forward with each spurt. The tingle turned to an itch and then faded as the grip of my release eased. Before I could withdraw, her fingers returned to tease my ears, goading me to keep going.

Already slick with my seed, her pussy hungrily welcomed a second orgasm within minutes. She cried out, arching against me, her tight, clenching channel triggering another release from me.

Buried deep, I finished emptying myself and pressed my forehead to hers, breathing heavily.

Limp, her hands fell to my shoulders.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No. That was so perfect, Nav.”