Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(55)

“What I want, as always, and what I want is to taste you.”

I’d never had a man put his mouth there. But he seemed certain, as always, and I wanted so very badly to experience it for the first time, so I nodded, trying to lie down, trying to relax.

He licked my pussy, his tongue tracing along the seam between my thighs. The sensation was so strong, so intense, that my hips bucked, but his arms tightened around my thighs, his shoulders and biceps rippling with the motion.

He was gorgeous to watch, even if he hadn’t set to working his mouth against my pussy until I was beginning to lose my mind. Then he backed off, his gaze watchful on mine, changing the pace and beginning to bring two fingers up to tease against my clit until he pushed his fingers into me over and over again.

“How do I taste?” I managed to ask in a voice that came out ragged in a way that was entirely unfamiliar to me. I’d never sounded so weak before.

But if this was what happened when I let myself be vulnerable, I might be tempted to do it again. It was an unfamiliar feeling for me, being held by a man, being at his mercy as he ravaged me with his tongue. And there was something about it that felt risky and thrilling and more wonderful than I’d ever experienced before.

I clenched around his tongue. I’d never experienced a feeling that intense, but it just kept going, his tongue stroking into my pussy, his thumb massaging my clit furiously. And unlike with Talisyn in the library, I could give full voice to what I was feeling. Somehow, my moans seemed to make the sensations even more intense.

My hips struggled to buck, but his powerful arms held me still. His bright eyes gauged me as my channel squeezed over and over again, yet he kept on going until I was sagging onto the bed.

He looked self-satisfied as he kissed my inner thigh. “I like the little noises you make.”

“Are they little? Because it feels to me like I should have just woken up the whole academy.”

He pressed a kiss to my core and my whole body seemed to shiver. He kissed his way up my body, his lips lingering on my breasts, his tongue teasing around my nipple, before he sprawled beside me.

He pressed his lips in a tender kiss to the side of my mouth. I turned toward him, trying to capture his lips with mine, and he kissed me soft and slow.

It was all more sweet than I’d been expecting. “I thought this was going to be a little more rough. A little more… hate sex.”

“I don’t hate you. Not exactly.”

“Not exactly. How romantic.” But my voice came out light, relaxed. I felt boneless as his fingers stroked over my bare skin, tracing lines of warmth.

“Ready for the next course?

“I thought I was the feast. You’re the one who tasted me, or should I taste you now?” I was surprisingly intrigued by the idea. There was something about the idea of wrapping my mouth around his cock, of teasing him until his muscles shuddered, until he jetted streams of cum into my mouth that made it feel as if I would be powerful.

And part of me wanted to simply reciprocate the pleasure that he’d just given me.

“We could,” he said, “but I’d rather save that for another day. I’d rather this first time where you made rash, terrible decisions was fully rewarded.”

This first time. I was struck that he’d said that when this was supposed to be the one and only time, but after what I’d experienced, I had to admit that I liked the idea of doing this again. Maybe many, many times.

“Come here,” he said, his voice still rough with desire. He fell on his back, grabbing my thighs and pulling me over him.

His hard, throbbing cock rubbed against my core. His skin felt warm to the touch, warmer than normal as if he had a fever. But maybe that was just how dragons were. He reached up and twined his hand through my hair, pulling me down till my lips met his. My nipples felt hard as little pebbles where they rubbed against his chest, and sent a jolt of sensation through me. His eyes smoldered, as if he could feel my reaction. As I kissed him, one of his hands went to my breasts, cupping them, palming them.

The calluses along the base of his fingers were rough against my nipples, but somehow, I craved their roughness. He might be a nobleman, but he had a warrior’s hands.

He teased my nipples then caught one in his mouth, and I let out a gasp, my back arching. I couldn’t move, because I didn’t dare pull my nipple away from between his teeth, as he nipped me hard enough that it almost hurt.

And yet, it also sent a strange awakening through my body, a sense of pain and pleasure intermingled that I’d never felt before, that I couldn’t quite make sense of. I let out a long slow moan.

“What, do you want that?” He teased the head of his cock around my opening, and I ground down on it, only for him to pull himself away.

“You know what I want, you insufferable man.”

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

I leveled a look at him in exasperation, although it wasn’t strong enough to overcome the throb of lust between my thighs. “Always a game.”

“Always a game,” he confirmed, but I didn’t want to stop anyway.

I pressed my hips down, grinding against his cock, and even though he was teasing me, he wasn’t exactly impervious himself because his face changed. He looked as if he were fighting to hold back his own orgasm, though he hadn’t even entered me yet.

“I want you inside me.” The words felt awkward in my mouth, but I was rewarded by the light in his eyes.