Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(25)

But besides panting, Syssi did nothing to hurry him on. Sensing his determination to go slow, she yielded to his will. And as before, that surrender added another dimension to her pleasure.

Finally, Kian pushed her panties aside and slipped one long finger inside her, groaning when she clenched around it. But his finger didn’t move.

Holding her still, he pinned her down with his other hand, preventing her from writhing and providing the friction she needed.

Syssi bit down on her lip, struggling to stay still and not plead for him to make her come. But she couldn’t stifle the desperate, keening moan that escaped her chest. She was so close. Just a little bit more, and she would go flying.

And still, Kian denied her.

Smiling wickedly, he pulled his finger out and pushed up to kiss her parted lips. “I want you on edge when you take me in your mouth.” Climbing higher, Kian straddled her head, then pulled off his shirt and unzipped his pants.

Freeing himself from their confinement, he braced his hand on the headboard above her, looking at her lips as he teased them with the velvety head.

“Open for me,” he commanded.

Yes! Syssi closed her eyes, his tone and his words sending a bolt of fiery arousal straight to her sex.

She surprised herself with how much this turned her on; how much she craved taking him as deep down her throat as she could and pleasuring him into oblivion.

Kian went slow, pushing just the crown past her lips. She licked, savoring his taste and the smooth texture of his shaft. He pushed a little deeper, then retracted for several shallow thrusts before going a little farther; careful not to overwhelm her.

When he reached as deep as he could go, he once again pulled out, feeding her just a small portion of his length, making sure she didn’t gag.

Syssi moaned around him, in part because she was so turned on, but also because she knew the vibrations would add to his pleasure. No longer restrained, she sneaked her hand to rub at her clit, her hips gyrating in sync with Kian’s thrusts.

She was so close, needing just a little more to combust, but the edge eluded her. Kian was getting close as well, hardening and thickening the way he did when his seed was about to burst. And as she prepared for it to flood her mouth and go down her throat, her moans became frantic. Not because she was afraid of how it would feel or taste, or if she would be able to swallow it all, but because she was hungry for it, and the crescendo leading up to the grand finale was driving her wild.

Kian stopped and pulled out.

In seconds, he shucked his pants while she watched—waiting for him with parted lips and heaving chest.

With a growl, he plunged deep into her wet heat.

Syssi was so ready for him that his impressive girth slid effortlessly through her dripping wet folds, denying her the little bite of pain she needed to careen over that elusive edge. Still, the way he filled her felt amazing.

Arching her back, she urged him to move.

Kian remained still. Buried deep inside her, he waited. “You’re not up there with me, yet.” He hissed through gritted teeth as he looked into her questioning eyes.

She had no idea what he was talking about. The pleasure was so intense that her eyes rolled back in her head.

But then, as he began rolling his hips, thrusting in and out slowly and forcefully, the pleasure became almost unbearable, and the imaginary rubber band holding her back got pulled taut, reaching its utmost limit.

But Kian held onto his steady pace, not letting it snap.

Bracing on his forearms, he looked down at Syssi’s pained expression as he held her mercilessly on the edge—not letting her fly. “I know, baby. I know how much you want to come. But not yet, just a little longer and you’ll fly higher than you have ever flown before. And when you come down, I’ll be right there to catch you.”

Syssi looked up at Kian, her focus splitting between the pulsing and throbbing of the steady push and pull going on below, and the fierce expression on his handsome face. With his eyes glowing again, and his lips peeled back from his elongated fangs, he looked like a monster.

My beautiful monster.

Not letting go of her eyes, he increased the force and tempo of his hammering thrusts and closed his fingers around her taut nipples, gradually increasing the pressure.

Syssi squeezed her eyes shut. It was almost too much, and yet not enough.

But then, as she heard him hiss and felt his fangs pierce the skin of her neck, her eyes flew open and she screamed. The exquisite agony of the twin pricks finally snapping that rubber band.

The orgasm that exploded over her kept coming in wave after wave of pleasure so intense, she felt herself catapult into a different plane.

Coming down, Syssi had no idea how long she’d been out, or which cloud she’d been on while there. Not that it really mattered. She felt at peace, lying encircled in Kian’s arms with her face tucked into the crook of his neck, his familiar, masculine scent grounding her in this reality.

“Welcome back to earth, sweet girl.” Kian’s chuckle reverberated from his chest.

“How long was I out?” Syssi whispered hoarsely, her throat parched and scratchy. She must have been screaming for a while but couldn’t remember if she had.

Kian took a water bottle from the nightstand and brought it to her lips.

“Here, drink this.”

She drank greedily, the water cooling and soothing her sore throat.

“My sweet girl.” He kissed her damp temple.