A Midsummer Night's Demon(31)
“I’m not sure you’ll fit,” Lyn whispered tossing his jeans to the floor.
“I’ll fit,” he promised. “We were made for each other.”
His fingers popped the front clasp on her brassier and pulled the garment from her body. In seconds, he removed her jeans and panties from her beautiful body, exposing it fully to his heated gaze. The warrior settled on his side next to her on the couch.
Ky ran the pads of his fingers over her flesh, from her belly button to the underside of one breast in a slow slide, memorized by the feel of her skin. His hand cupped the creamy mound, kneading it with loving fingers. She stirred beneath the palm of his hand, her legs scissored as if to relieve some pressure between her thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against the breast cupped in his hand. Sucking her nipple into the warmth of his mouth, the warrior swirled his tongue over the pebbled bud. It puckered, seeking the warm, moist cavern his mouth provided.
He brought her hand to her neglected breast, placing his hand over hers to knead the firm globe. The fingers of her free hand laced into his dark hair to hold him to her in desperation. He drove her body higher, sending her reaching for her climax with his attention to her flesh.
His fingers slipped from hers, and she groaned her displeasure. However, when one hand slid slowly down her stomach and his fingers pushed through her tight curls to find her most sensitive spot, her sorrowful moan quickly turned into a tiny gasp of sound, and she pushed against his hand, shamelessly seeking his touch.
His talented finger worked the tiny bud until she arched harder against his hand in response. He applied a little more pressure and increased the speed of the circles, earning moans of approval from his mate.
With his fingers busy below, Ky pulled back to peer down at her body. He watched his other hand knead her full breast, then catch her nipple between the pads of his finger and thumb to give it a light pinch. Daelyn arched her back hard and covered his hands with her own. She cried out his name when the pleasurable pain pushed her closer to the edge of another orgasm.
His shaft, hard as steel, pulsed and throbbed against her thigh, looking for the opportunity he ruthlessly denied it. Ky instead chose to shimmy down the side of her body, the feel of his flesh against hers nearly pushed him over the edge of restraint. But again, he refused the demands of his body, seeking to draw her pleasure out, making sure she would know that no other male could love her like him.
Her legs spread wide in welcome when he settled between her thighs. He lowered his lips to her silken folds, giving them a long luxurious lick before his mouth closed over her sensitive nub.
Kyron feasted upon his mate, took her delicious taste into his mouth, feeding from her as she thrust her hips against him in wanton abandonment. Her hand found his head, and she breathed his name, the sound a pleading whisper. Holding him to her, she encouraged him to increase the pace his tongue set. He could do no other than oblige the invitation. He set a furious pace, the action drawing a whimper from Lyn. Her head twisted from side to side on the pillow.
He pushed a finger into her slick entrance, turning it while his mouth went back to kissing her small nub. She groaned, her body clamped around his finger. He withdrew, inserting two instead, to push her higher toward the cliff of ecstasy. He pumped his fingers into her slick heat at a preternatural pace, drawing another orgasm from her with his talented mouth. A rush of her sweet cream rewarded his efforts.
She lay panting, her breasts thrust in delicious invitation with each hard breath. He edged up her body to take one of the fleshy globes into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak, drawling tiny circles around her nipple.
“Kyron!” Daelyn reached her other hand down to grip his shoulder in a desperate grasp. “I need you. Inside me.”
Instead of giving his mate what she wanted, he kissed his way up her body to the delicate skin of her throat. Ky crawled over her body, the feel of his flesh against her breasts an added pleasure.
Her pulse called to him. It beat hard just under her skin. His fangs ached with hunger as he wrapped his fingers around her ankles and placed her legs onto his shoulders. Her body tremble under his and his shaft jumped against her mound in response. He grasped his thick member in one hand, pushing the tip inside her slick opening. He slid his steel through her velvety opening and his breath caught in his throat. Throttling the desire to impale her in one hard thrust, he amassed all his hard earned self-control and held himself just inside her fiery inferno, savoring the way her body wrapped around his tip to cradle him in a wet, tight hold. He could feel her convulse around the mushroomed head and the sensation pushed his willpower to its limit.