Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
"What are you doing?" Dahlia asks.
"The ground is too hard for you, so I'll be your seat, Beauty. You'll sit on my face while I eat you."
"Oh my," she whispers.
"Up," I growl, reaching for her again.
"Is this a bad time to tell you that I've never done this before?"
My cock thumps against my zipper, cum spilling into my boxers at her confessions. My beauty is a virgin like me. I'll be the first and only one to have my mouth and hands on her. She'll belong to me and only to me, exactly like she should.
"Neither have I," I say, lifting her up my body. Her legs slide open. My eyes lock on her folds. Ah, sweet merciful heaven. There is no more beautiful a sight than this. My beauty bare and glistening wet for me. I need to taste her. Now. Now. Fuck. Right now.
"You're a…?' Her question fades to a strangled cry when I settle her over my head, thrusting my hands beneath her knees to keep them off the ground.
Ma has been drilling manners into me since I was old enough to walk, but I remember none of them now. My meal is before me, and I'm a slavering, starving beast, unable to think beyond the need to claim and possess. To take. I tilt my head and lick her in one long, decadent swipe.
"Draven!" she cries, grasping my horns.
I lash my tail around her waist to keep her still. She's not escaping me now. Oh no. I'm only just getting started with this beautiful little goddess.
I pry her legs wider apart with my hands beneath her knees, opening her up to me. She sinks lower onto my mouth, helpless to do anything else. She's under my command now, prisoner to the beast she tempted. I don't think she minds much. Not judging by the way she whimpers my name, impatiently rocking her hips against my face.
Flicking my tongue against her clit makes that sweet sound louder. It makes her pussy wetter. I tease and lick, drinking her juices down my throat. They flow like wine over my lips. And I realize what I didn't before…even if I eat her for a lifetime, I'll never have enough of her scent, her taste, or her sounds. I'll never have enough of her.
She's in my heart, pumping through it with every heavy beat. Nothing will ever work her out again. How can it when it belongs to her? When I do?
I don't just want to fuck and claim her…I want to love her.
"Draven," she gasps. "You wicked, wicked man. Oh, don't stop."
"Never," I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit in teasing strikes. She's on the edge of an orgasm. Her thighs tremble around my head as she rocks her hips, crying her pleasure into the night. Unwinding the end of my tail from around her waist, I brush the tasseled end across her sensitive breasts, simultaneously seaming my lips around her clit.
Her sweet cry of surrender splits apart the night as her legs clamp tight around my ears. She comes in a heated rush, her arousal spilling across my lips and tongue. I snarl and bury my face in her cunt, licking up every drop she spills for me.
She made them for me, after all.
"Mine," I whisper against her folds when the last tremor wracks her perfect body. "You're mine now, Beauty."
Chapter Six
Dahlia
A tsunami of pleasure tears through me, threatening to split me in half. Draven's passion pierces through my defenses, burning my hard outer shell to the ground.
I've never felt anything like it. The physical release is heavenly and leaves me feeling as if my bones are melting. Feeling like I would disintegrate into the earth if Draven weren't supporting my weight. But it's his intense desire for me, the way he shows how much he wants me. It's heady and intoxicating, unlocking something deep inside I never knew existed.
His body is deliciously warm, covered in sweat and smelling of pheromones and all the pine needles crushed beneath our weight. I am delirious from the heady aroma drifting up all around me.
"You're mine now, Beauty," he murmurs. The level of possessive emotion in his voice sends me reeling.
"I'm yours, and you are mine." My voice doesn't sound like me. It's deep and powerful, like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. I've never been happier, never felt dirtier, yet more like myself in my entire life. Being with him feels so good, so right.
Draven holds my hips and supports my weight until my feet touch the ground. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see his gimlet eyes glimmer when he glances up. I run my fingers through his hair, then place my hands on his horns. When I touch him there, he moans and closes his eyes.