APRIL
April lay back against the pillows, letting her legs fall apart wantonly. He had spoiled her with his touch once, and now she hungered for more.
Khall growled and crawled in after her, tickling her ankles, knees and the tender flesh of her inner thighs with his rough jaw. When his mouth found her sex at last, she cried out with the pleasure of it.
He moaned and lapped at her, flickering his cruel tongue against her pearl, holding her on the wicked edge of rapture without letting her taste it.
Desperately, she tangled her fingers in his hair, angling her hips to get his mouth where she wanted it.
But he only lightened his caresses, holding back a tide so strong she wasn’t sure she could bear it when it broke.
When her despair had her pleading, he pulled back and crawled up to cage her head in his arms.
“Is this what you want, April?” he asked.
She could feel him pulsing against her belly, heavy and hot with need. She couldn’t imagine what that would feel like inside her, the pain it would cause.
But she needed him, and wanted him to give him all the pleasure he could bear.
“I will go slowly,” he told her, lifting her chin with his finger. “Or we can wait. There is no hurry. We have all the time in the world.”
But she could feel the tension rising. His body was shaking with need, her core tightening on nothing. And she knew there could be no more waiting.
“I’m ready,” she told him, looking deep into his feral, amber eyes.
His face was a study in restraint as he used his hand to guide himself against her, hissing with pleasure as he met her heat.
She cupped his beautiful face in her hand, wanting him to see that she was fine, that she could take him.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, pressing into her so slowly.
Pleasure licked at her like a flame, the stretching bite of pain no match for the delirium of having him inside her.
He groaned aloud as he entered her, millimeter by millimeter, his jaw tight against her palm with the effort not to thrust.
Once he had filled her, the pain began to fade.
She looked down to the place where their bodies joined and saw that he wasn’t fully seated. The last throbbing inch of his mottled green cock was still visible before the shimmering scales.
He pulled back and thrust in tortuously slowly again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.
By the third thrust, she was angling her hips up to meet him, desperate to take him all.
When he finally filled her completely, she felt the cool, firm ridge of his smooth scales directly on her clit and cried out at the unexpected pleasure.
“Gods, April,” he growled, lowering his mouth to feed on hers as he thrust again and again.
The pleasure was blinding. She lost track of her movements. Each time he thrust, the smooth ridge found her, sending shivers of rapture down her spine.
She was rising, carried on the wings of a passion so intense it was almost frightening.
“Please,” she whimpered.
The word seemed to unleash something in him, and he finally exploded, giving her a frenzy of thrusts, sending them both heavenward.
The pleasure threatened to split her in half. She felt herself crushing down on him with wave after wave of ecstasy.
He roared and she felt him jet into her, again and again, as she cried with relief.
At last, he collapsed on her chest and rolled sideways, pulling her into his arms.
“Khall,” she murmured, feeling half-drunk with pleasure.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispered, kissing her nose. “Sleep now.”
Her mind was filled with happy energy. She wanted to get up and eat snacks and plan their future together.
But her body was delirious with loose-limbed pleasure and exhaustion. So, she allowed him to coax her to sleep, his rough hands sliding hypnotically through her hair until she drifted off.