Velvet Cataclysm (Princes of the Underground 1)

Something feral and hot flared in his chest when he saw her open her lips. He did what she’d suggested in a flash of potent ascendancy, sending Aidan contentedly back to his dreams.

Christina cried out when he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back, her head bouncing off the stacked pillows. She paused in surprised laughter when she glanced at his face.

She watched him, her green eyes wide as he straddled her and inched his knees forward until they pressed into the juncture of her arms and torso. He held her stare as he placed his hands on the headboard and leaned over her, the head of his cock brushing against her moist lips. They parted hungrily. He transferred his hand to her nape, restraining her from leaning forward and sucking him by gently fisting her hair.

“You’re done with teasing. I’ll fuck your lovely mouth now. Part your lips. Just a little,” he informed her gruffly when she started to open wide to accommodate him. “My cock will stretch them.” He couldn’t help but smile when he drove between her red lips, demonstrating his point, and her eyes went even wider.

He paused with several inches of throbbing penis penetrating her sultry mouth. He firmed his hold on her hair and adjusted his body, getting just the right angle.

She began to make a low, humming sound when he began to fuck her mouth shallowly, refusing to let her move. It drove him crazy that sound, the tiny vibrations emanating into his plunging cock. He studied her face intentl

y for signs of discomfort, but he needn’t have. They were so connected that he easily sensed her profound arousal.

“You like this, don’t you?” he rasped as he plunged his cock deeper, and then withdrew along her wet tongue until only the head was in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over his sweet spot briskly, but he drove into her again, stretching her lips. It felt delicious, and since he wasn’t touching the back of her throat, he made free with her, thrusting fast and furious, pumping into her wet heat.

“Answer me, Christina,” he demanded thickly. “You like being used for my pleasure. You enjoy letting me fuck your sweet mouth.”

She nodded as she stared up at him. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him hard.

“Ahhh,” he grimaced in pleasure and pushed farther into her mouth. When he felt the narrow opening of her throat grip at the tip of his cock, he withdrew. She was ready for him when he thrust again, breathing through her nose.

He held onto his restraint carefully while he took her deep. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he held onto the headboard with both hands and fucked her mouth, shallow and fast, plunging into her again and again. He opened his eyes just before orgasm slammed into him, the sight of her wide-eyed stare and spread lips triggering his release.

He continued to fuck her face as he exploded in her mouth. When his intense shudders of pleasure waned, he wrapped his hand around his hypersensitive cock and withdrew it until only the tip rested between her lips. He trembled as he pumped himself and poured his last drops of semen on her beautiful, parted lips. When her tongue came out, quick and furtive, cleaning his come, he groaned and came down over her, belly to belly.

“Stina. What you do to me.” He apologized to her telepathically when he sunk his head and ravaged her mouth yet again.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

“I go a long way, Saint,” he heard her say in his mind.

A smile shaped his ravishing mouth. “I noticed.”

A minute later, he rested his head on the pillow next to Christina while both of their hearts slowed. A wave of sleepiness struck him, but he resisted its pull. He turned a topic over in his mind, examining it from all angles.

“Do you really think I can be a father to Aidan?”

“Yes,” Christina whispered, her breath tickling his cheek.

He turned his head. She watched him in the dim light.

“How can you be so sure?”

“He already loves you. Just spend time with him, like you always have. The rest will come of its own accord. It can’t be forced,” she replied in a hushed tone.

“So…we’ll tell him then?”

Christina sighed and caressed his perspiration-slick shoulder with gentle fingertips. “Let Aidan accustom to this new change in his life first. Then we’ll tell him.” She met his gaze. “We’ll tell him soon, Saint. I promise.”

He nodded, accepting. When she noticed how he continued to study her face, she gave a small grin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I took from you often this night. Are you well?”

Her smile was radiant. “I have never felt better in my life.”

He shook his head in wonderment. “I would never have dreamed it was possible. It must be the crystal chamber that made it so. Or perhaps it’s you—the miracle of your strength.”