I licked my lips and nodded, feeling shocked that I actually did trust him. Maybe it was the bond we had—the Cord. But all logical, rational thought left my mind at the first swipe of Azar’s tongue through my folds. I gasped at the sensitivity, at the way the tip of his tongue teased my pussy. He was growling low, the sound mixing with that rhythmic purring noise that came from his dragon.
I had no purchase for my hands, my nails digging at the dirt that covered the ground, the only thing keeping me stable.
“Watch me,” he demanded, and I found myself obeying instantly, propping my upper body on my elbows and looking down the length of my abdomen to see his eyes trained right on me.
He dragged his tongue up my center, then sucked at my outer lips, moving his mouth to my clit. He sucked the little bead into the hot, wet cavern, humming around it, drawing an elicit moan from my throat. Azar used his thumbs to pull my lips apart, sucking at the delicate inner ones, twirling his tongue around my entrance.
I wasn’t even ashamed to know I was rolling my hips forward, seeking more of his hot, wet mouth. I could see his fangs, so sharp and long, could feel them on my pussy lips as he licked me over and over again. And when he sucked my clit into his mouth, using hard draws, he pulled a fierce orgasm out of me.
My first one.
My arms gave out, and I fell back on the ground, closing my eyes and crying out. If I’d been more coherent, I would’ve been embarrassed that the sound echoed off the walls. As it was, I didn’t care.
His hands were on my inner thighs, keeping my legs spread, keeping me grounded as he continued to lick and suck at me until I was ultrasensitive, my whole body shaking, my inner muscles clenching.
“Azar.” I moaned his name over and over again. And when I felt him gently probing my entrance with his tongue, I exploded once more. Light flashed behind my eyes, and I gasped for air, unable to catch my breath.
“Look at me,” he demanded in that very nonhuman-like voice.
I forced my eyes open, and the look he gave me should have caused fear to skate down my spine. It was fierce and primal and aimed right at me. But I felt an answering rush of arousal, as if my body still wasn’t sated.
“You are mine.” Those three words left no room for argument.
He pulled me up into a sitting position, my legs hanging over the edge, the water coming up to my knees. He stepped between my splayed thighs, his big hand curling around my nape, his mouth slanted on mine.
I could feel how hard he still was, and although I would’ve loved to see him find his release, to reach down and take hold of him, to watch the ecstasy covering his face because of me, I had no idea what I was doing and wasn’t brave enough to even attempt it.
He started gently thrusting against my belly, the thick rope of his erection pressing against the softness of my stomach. He was thick and big, long and intimidating, and my inner muscles clenched at the very thought of him trying to work all that male flesh into me. Wetness smeared along my skin, his seed a continuous presence on the tip of his cock.
And all the while, he continued to kiss me, running his tongue along my lips before plunging it in, mimicking the act of what I desperately wanted him to do between my legs.
The rolling motion of his hips against mine had started off slow and easy, but with each passing second, his motions increased. He slipped his other hand around and down to span the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him, and really started to kiss me as if he was losing control.
And all I could do was hold on to his broad shoulders and accept the onslaught of his passion.
More wetness pooled between my legs as arousal grew inside me to a fever pitch. A gasp left me when the tip of his fang pricked my tongue, and when he instantly sucked on the muscle, licking at that droplet of blood that welled up, I exploded, another orgasm spiraling through me.
I was vaguely aware of the harsh sound that left him, one that was very deep, a very male bark of a noise. And then I felt copious amounts of hot wetness covering my belly, his thick cum marking me. His big body tensed against mine before he shattered, and I felt him come even more, his growls against my mouth making me feel dizzy, lost in sensation.
“My Emma,” he groaned and then relaxed against me, trailing his lips along my cheek, over my jawline, and running his tongue down my neck to settle at the base of my throat.