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But I'll fucking control myself, no matter what it costs me.
Every tremble of her body awakens conflicting emotions: the need to mate her quickly, to claim her as my own, and the desire to move slowly, to make her pleasure above all else. The first need is a primal one, a desire that all shadow beasts feel. But the second is just as primal. A shadow beast would rather die than hurt their mate, and I'll be damned if my eagerness takes any pleasure from her.
I move one hand to her lower back, then slowly lie her back, me on top of her. Not yet placing all my weight on her, just following the signs of her body, but still giving her a way out.
Even though I'm pretty sure my cock would explode if I had to stop right now.
She moans low in her throat, and I swallow the sound so that it’s a part of me, a vibration in my belly that goes to my cock. I’m hard, but I need her to be ready. To want and need me, to accept me. Not just because of a prophecy. Not just because Rayne agreed. But because she wantsme.
Her kisses burn me as she grows more and more feverish with desire, and I pull back, drag my lips down her throat, and yank her shirt away to expose her beautiful breasts, the tips hard and pink. She writhes as I take one pebbled peak between my lips, then I suck until her back arches and a moan slips from her lips. She holds my head in place, her breathing ragged. I move to her other breast, lavishing it with my tongue, then cup her breasts, touching, sucking, licking, and thinking about every time I wanted to touch her but couldn't.
It feels like too much. Like a dream come true. Something I don't deserve.
But I don't care.
When I pull away, she whimpers and my cock strains, searching for her. I adjust myself, even though I'm so hard it's painful. Yes, we shadow beasts take care of ourneeds, but I haven't since Ann came along, and my body is sure to remind me of that right now.
Down, you horny bastard! Focus!
Her nails rake across my back, and something snaps inside of me. I have to taste her. I have to be between this woman's thighs, hearing her scream my name. I glide my body down hers kissing and nibbling her skin. Her hands dig into my hair, and she makes sounds, half-frustrated, half-aroused, and for some reason, I love the combination.
I slowly pull her pants and underwear off, tossing them across the cave. Then I stare down at her, fully exposed to my greedy gaze. She's perfect, my fae woman. Wet, beautiful, and open for me. I realize that she's never been more lovely than she is right now, and that’s a feat in itself.
“Phantom.” My name is a plea and I spread her legs apart, settle in between so I can kiss the most sacred part of her body. With the first swipe of my tongue against her she cries out, and I take another, then wait for her to still and push a finger inside her.
There’s nothing so delicious as the taste of her, nothing so exquisite as this woman and her passion. She plunges her fingers into my hair and holds me in place as she brings her hips up, and I use my tongue to tease her clit until she is writhing and crying out, moaning and thrusting against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper. Her body convulses, throbs around my fingers, and my tongue is inside her now, too. “Phantom, please!” She pulls me away, sits up to unfasten the belt where my weapons are sheathed. I throw my shirt into the corner of the cave and just let myself feel every brush of her hand, every puff of her breath against my skin. It’s only for a minute, but it’s glorious. Divine. Foretelling.
I would chuckle at how excited I’d been, how desperately I’d needed her that I forgot to remove it, but this moment is serious. It’s important to me and I don’t want to risk ruining it by laughing. When she's finally done getting my sword and dagger off, she tosses them aside and then begins unfastening my pants. It only takes her a moment before my pants are open, and then she wraps her hand around my cock.
Instantly, I lose my breath. I’ve known pleasure before, known the touch of a woman, but this is on another level. This is more than attraction. This is soul deep. Part of her is calling out to part of me. It’s visceral. Necessary.
She pumps me over and over again, bringing a growl exploding from my lips. I sit up higher, giving her better access, and then I'm shocked when I feel her breath against the tip of my cock. But shock gives way to utter surprise as her tongue darts out and licks my tip.
"Fuck," I groan, rocking my hips, trying to get her to take my cock deeper.
A smile dances on her lips as she lets her tongue dart out over and over again as my erection jerks in her grip. And then she leans forward and sucks my tip so hard I almost explode right into her mouth.Almost. But then I'm pulling on the back of her head, trying to get her away before I embarrass myself.
To my relief, she stops, still grinning. Panting. Looking at my dick like she wants to taste it again.
But if she does, I'm gone. So, instead, I push her back and lay on top of her. Almost instinctively, her legs come around my hips even as her hand reaches between us and continues to stroke me, to squeeze with enough pressure to turn my dick to stone. I’ve never wanted or been wanted with such urgency. She needs to release me. She needs to let me bury myself in her before it's too late.
Pushing her hand away, I place it above her head and loosely grip both her wrists in mine. I press kisses down her throat, take another minute to suck on her exquisite breasts, then begin to rub her wet folds once more. And God damn, my mate is wet. I brush my thumb over every inch of her core, circling her clit then rubbing it, hard for a minute, enjoying the sound of her gasp, before I go back to circling it once more.
"Phantom, please, damn it, please!"
Oh, fuck.She doesn't need to beg me when we both want the same thing.
I pull my hand away from her and settle deeper between her thighs, while her legs wrap around me more tightly. For a minute I tease us both by letting the tip of my cock play in her wet folds, sliding it all around, making us both curse and cry out. But when a warning shudder moves through my body, I stop, knowing she's ready. Knowing I'm ready.
It's time.
My cock sits at her opening, and I ease into her, once inch at a time. My Ann is tight. But that's not a surprise. She's so tiny beneath me. My cock should be more than enough for her. And it is. The deeper I go, the more tightly she holds me. Every time it feels like there isn't enough room, I pause, letting her adjust to me until her legs tighten around me once more, urging me to keep going.
It seems to take a lifetime before I reach my hilt. Until we're both panting, ready, wanting more. And I have to grit my teeth when I pull back out, then plunge in again, because this is everything. Everything I've ever wanted and more. My cock feels like a fucking lightening rod, alive with every nerve, overwhelmed with desire. It's screaming to take this woman hard and fast, but I keep a handle on my control and ease into her over and over again, starting slow and building faster.
I groan with the perfection of how she meets every plunge of my cock, how she uses her legs like a vice to hold me and pull me in. She strains against the hand that holds her wrists, but not to get free, just to give herself more leverage. Not that she needs it.
Need and pleasure swirl, mingle, build inside me until I’m barely hanging onto whatever control she’s left me. Then the spiral starts and my head throws back. I have no power to stop it. My entire body tenses and hers along with it. Our orgasms come at the same perfect moment, and stars explode before my vision as we cry out in one voice and ride the waves of the passion, clinging to one another until the tremors quit and our breaths come normally.
