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“Curses, I do.” He squeezed my ass again before roughly capturing my mouth, our tongues dancing dizzily until it left me breathless. His hips bucked beneath mine, grinding his hard member restrained in loose pants against my core. I moaned into his mouth as a shock of pleasure jolted through me. Only then did Mrak pull away. “We could be interrupted at any moment. Karn—”
“Fuck Karn. I am your queen, no?”Not yet. Not officially. But soon.
Mrak grinned mischievously. “I’d rather fuck you, but if that’s what you desire—”
I moved my hips, swallowing any of his mock protest. “I wantyou, Mrak. Now.”
Mrak lifted one hand from me and gestured toward the only door into my chambers. Shadows emerged from his palm and gathered around the door like a lock.
My eyes widened, and a smile grew on my face. “Good. No interruptions, then?”
Mrak moved quick, a taloned finger ripping through the front of my tunic and bra in a quick motion. My breasts bounced free. “The only interruption will be you screaming my name.” A deep sound rumbled in his throat. “I have wanted you in this way for so long.”
“Then take me,” I breathed, lost and captivated by everything Mrak was. His strength and power. The way his touch made me feel alive. The ultimate, unyielding trust between us.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he said, his tone restrained. I had a feeling that gentleness had more to do with his size than desire.
“Don’t be, I can handle it.” I’d endured plenty in my life. Mrak’s love was not one of those things to be endured, but a passion to be lost in. Transformed in. Burned alive and renewed inside of. And I was more than ready. Already I felt the slickness at my core.
Mrak bent his head and captured one breast with his mouth. I moaned, keening forward against him as his sharp teeth grazed my skin. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him with everything I had. Searching for friction to ease a throbbing ache between my thighs. His tongue worked my skin, the fork of it flicking gently as his mouth explored. I dropped my head backward as he cupped my other breast between his large talons.
His next words seemed to reverberate through my whole body. “I need to know what you really taste like.”
That was the only warning I received before Mrak stood, holding me in place as he deposited me on the bed without ceremony. I fell back into the plush mattress and bit my lip as I smiled up at him. Mrak drew my hips to the edge. He made as quick work ripping my pants as he had my shirt. Excitement coiled tightly within me, only restrained by the barest hint of remaining worry that I might simply be too small to actually take all of him inside me now.
Mrak knelt before me, and even then, he was just sotallthat he had to bend his head down to my thighs. He inhaled slowly. “You smell divine.” He pushed my legs apart. “You are so ready for me.”
Gods, I’d been ready for so long. I’d wantedthisfor so long. To be able to touch him back. To hold him. To take all ofhimintome.
“Mrak,” I said, surprised by my own desperate tone. My body was on fire for him. My core ached for his touch. “Please.”
He ran a taloned finger across my inner thigh. “I see no reason to rush.”
I roughly dropped my head back against the mattress in frustration. “I see plenty of reason.”
Mrak trailed his talon close to my core, but it was nowhere near satisfying. He grinned now, watching my frustration grow. “And speed through my first exploration of you?” He slipped his talon along me, and a pathetic, needy groan crawled past my lips. I wanted him inside me. Around me. Everywhere, all at once, just like before. Not teasing me like this. “I have never felt you likethis.”
His talon brushed my most sensitive spot, and I arched off the bed, jolted by the pleasure even that sent spiraling through me. I cried out his name. I needed more. So much more.
His grin only widened. “You are an instrumented to be learned over again. And I will so enjoy playing you however I desire.”
His talon retreated. I was about to protest—loudly—when my words were swallowed by a moan so loud, embarrassment filtered through me. Mrak slid a large talon right into me. No precursor, no nudge of warning. He just filled me with it, so long and pressing against my walls, that it took everything within me not to grind myself to an orgasm on him right then and there. Pleasure spiraled through me, but I held still.
“What beautiful sounds you make,” Mrak whispered, his breath warm on my core. He withdrew his talon, then drove it into me again as his forked tongue found my most sensitive spot. My hips arched off the bed as pleasure crashed into me, my muscles already contracting with my building orgasm.
His tongue worked me as he slid another talon inside, stretching me more and more. Gods, I needed it if I were to take his long, massive member within me. With every pump of his talons, every working of his tongue, I spiraled closer and closer to climax. My hips bucked, and I reached for him, holding Mrak’s head between my legs.
The sight of him there—his true monstrous form—sent me keening off the edge. My orgasm slammed into me. My toes curled, and I cried out Mrak’s name. My entire body seized with pleasure as wave after throbbing wave of ecstasy coursed through me.
My release left me breathless, but Mrak didn’t let up, instead adding a third talon that seemed to stretch me to my limits and send me immediately tumbling into a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” I breathed as my core thrummed. I was on fire. Every part of me was alive and alert and played at Mrak’s whim. Only when I opened my eyes did I realize that was because shadows had sprouted from Mrak and gently caressed the skin all over my body. It kept me aroused and engaged even when Mrak lifted his head up and away.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He licked his lips. “And you taste better than I could have ever imagined. And I have imaginedmuchabout this moment, Aisling.”
I wanted the same. To taste him. To give him this sort of pleasure so fully. “Me too.” I moved to do so, but he pressed a hand against my abdomen. I shook my head. “I want to.”
Mrak’s hand didn’t move. “If you touch me like that, neither of us will get what we really want.” His other hand had moved to his member, where he slowly pumped himself.
