Deryk (Dragon Hearts #2)(44)
Deryk gazed at her searchingly. “How can you say that when I’m going to fuck you and bite you?”
She smiled. “Because you aren’t going to do either of those things. We’re going to make love to each other, and during that lovemaking, we are going to complete our mating, which happens to involve you biting me. Now kiss me,” she encouraged.
His control was so precarious, he was shaking with the effort of holding himself back. “I’ve waited for you for so long, centuries, I don’t think I can be gentle.”
Considering Izzi wanted to rub and writhe against him, touch and taste him everywhere, bite him, she didn’t think either of them wanted gentleness.
Deryk hissed as she leaned forward, pebble-hard nipples pressing against the heat of his bare chest as she raised her face and kissed him on the lips.
He made a harsh sound deep in his throat before his arms wrapped around her like steel bands and his lips parted beneath hers, instantly deepening the kiss.
A hot, devouring kiss. Tongue dueling. Eager and bold as that desire shot straight to her core. That sudden burst of lust caused Izzi to clench her legs tightly together, applying pressure to her swollen clit.
“Let me,” Deryk murmured, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they traveled the length of her throat. One of his hands gently pushed her legs apart before long, and sensitive fingers brushed against her lace-covered clit to move in slow and teasing circles.
Izzi gasped, fingers digging into the flesh of Deryk’s shoulders as her climax slammed into her with the force and speed of an express train, that pleasure centered and then radiating out to every part of her body.
“Oh God,” she murmured long minutes later, her damp forehead now resting against Deryk’s chest.
He held her limp body tightly against his muscular one as his fingers pushed aside the tiny lace barrier to allow his hand to cup her silky mound. The palm of his hand pressed against her still-pulsing clit, prolonging the climax as he thrust one long finger inside her channel.
He raised his head as she cried out at this breach of her virginity. “It’s less painful for you this way,” he murmured in apology as that first finger was joined by a second, the two thrusting slowly as he claimed her mouth with his to take away the last of the pain.
The pain had last for only a few seconds, and was now being replaced with a return of that pressure and pleasure. Her hips moved of their own volition, it seemed, in rhythm with those thrusting fingers, her body trembling with eagerness as she climaxed a second time.
Deryk carefully slid his fingers from inside her before lifting her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed to lie her down on the silk coverlet before lying down beside her. There was a smear of blood on his fingers, from where he had breached her innocence.
Mine, his dragon crooned.
Lick, taste, claim.
Deryk was powerless to resist, holding Izabella’s dark gaze with his own as he raised his fingers to his mouth and the taste of her innocence, both sweet and salty, exploded on his tongue.
She swallowed. “That’s—”
“Barbaric.” He nodded. “My dragon demands it, aches for it.” He slid down the length of her body to remove her panties, gazing his fill of her golden curls, swollen and blood-smeared sex, before he claimed her with his mouth.
Izabella’s taste caused his body to shake, his muscles becoming rigid. His heart was beating so loudly, he could hear it both inside and out as he fought allowing his dragon to take over and claim Izabella fully.
He was more than the demand of his dragon to mate and claim her in a frenzy of lust and possession. He was also a man, and as a man, he wanted to give Izabella more than a mating. She deserved more. So much more.
He began by kissing the soles of her feet, realizing she was ticklish there as she squirmed and writhed on the bed until he turned his attention to her ankles, kissing her delicate bones.
Her calves and knees were next, then the tender skin of her inner thighs, the silky curls on her mound, the softness of her belly, and then the undersides of those delicious breasts, and finally her nipples.
Deryk suckled gently, first one and then the other, loving how those turgid peaks became more swollen, grew bigger and longer, in response to the heated suction of his mouth.
“Harder,” she pleaded, her fingers becoming entangled in his hair. “Deryk, please…”
His mate never had to beg for anything. Ever. Whatever Izabella wanted, Deryk would gladly give her. Everything and anything.
He suckled harder, hearing Izabella’s groans of pleasure as his teeth gently nibbled those engorged peaks, and she shuddered as her third climax caused her body to tremble and quake.
“Take off the rest of your clothes.” She half sat up as her fingers fumbled with the fastening of his jeans.
Deryk didn’t need to be asked twice, rolling onto his back to unzip and then push both his jeans and boxers down his thighs and off completely.
He glanced at Izabella to see that her gaze was transfixed by the bobbing length of his aroused cock, her tongue licking across her lips and causing the pre-come to bubble to the surface and wet his glans.
He gave a groan as she moved, and the slender fingers of one of her hands wrapped about the thickness of his arousal, the coolness of her palm a brief balm to the heat of his cock. Until she began to slowly stroke and pump that rigid length from base to tip, milking him, and causing the pre-come to flow faster.