9
Mara
Iwasn’t sure how I’d found such an incredible man.
Did he sense me, like we do now, before we even met? Or was it just luck that we’d happened to meet and actually be right for each other? Either way, I was glad that he was in my life. He was beautiful from head to toe: muscles stacked under smooth tan skin and his crowning feature, those unflinching dark green eyes. He was one of a kind, and I couldn’t keep my gaze off him when he was around me.
Which is why I was glad to learn how private his room really was. No other rooms were slept in within that wing. We could be as loud as we wanted.
It was well past the evening when we ate dinner in Ember Abyss. Getting to ride on his dragon form had been like having a private helicopter, except one made from pure muscle and instinct. The castle was quiet when we’d finally arrived.
The plan was to spend the night and most of the following day before I returned back home to grandma.
He held my hand as he guided me through the enormous labyrinth of staircases, corridors, and chambers he grew up in.
“And this is my room,” he murmured as we finally stopped.
My heart raced a little, knowing what I wanted but not sure If I could ask for it. He seemed to really love kissing, touching, and marking me in increasingly hard to reach places. My face felt red hot even thinking about it.
His bedroom was huge. I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet I was shocked that it was larger than the whole bottom floor of my duplex apartment. It was decorated in navy blue with gold trimmings and dark wooded furniture. In the middle, beside a freestanding mirror, a huge bed was waiting that could probably fit five people if it needed to.
Before I could take in the room, he turned me round, and leaning down, he kissed me soft and slow.
It was unspoken.
Both of us knew what this night was for. There was always a charged energy between us, even during easy conversation. Now the night had come, and it was as if a thunderstorm of expectation was being released. Every touch was electric, every sensation was not quite enough and yet too much.
We needed each other.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his dark eyes had darkened from desire. He had the look of a starved animal, ready to take at any word.
“Yes,” I said simply, not giving up my chance at him.
He picked me up, as though I was made of paper, and carried me across his bedroom. I squeaked out in surprise as we collided down on the bed, but then he had me pinned there and was pressing his lips into mine again. I felt like I’d surrendered any reservations I once had, any worries. If I could trust him with this, to see me at my most vulnerable, there was nothing I couldn’t trust him with.
As his tongue caressed mine, I trembled as his hot hands moving up my shirt against my cool skin. It felt like fire making lines over my body, claiming me, exploring me. I lifted my arms and let him pull off my shirt. He lifted me from the bed enough to unhook my bra and tear that off of me as well. His lips, hot and wet, traced over my neck where he’d marked me, and then lowered down to my chest. He teased my nipples with his tender fingers and then his not-so-tender mouth, a gasp escaping over my tongue.
He hummed out a pleased laugh, and then his kisses went to my stomach. I could see where he was going with this.
“Lift your hips,” he said, his voice was deep with arousal and rumbled through me like thunder. I complied, letting him pull off my pants and underwear with a smooth motion. I was bare beneath him.
Looking down, I realized his eyes were on mine as he settled down between my thighs.
It looked like he was sharing another secret, something sacred and new, and as he kissed over my labia, my breath caught in my throat. His lips, not shying away but instead seemingly starved for me, kissed further as his fingers parted my labia, until he found my clit.
A moan ripped out of me as he licked and sucked my clit lovingly. My back arched. I could feel his other hand start pressing against and teasing my entrance. It was so much and all so quick; my mind was spinning trying to get a grip.
His tongue dipped low, tracing from my clit down to my entrance and back up again. I was losing myself in the sensation, unable to believe how good it felt. As he slowly pressed a finger into me, crooking it slightly, my body gave in willingly. There was only pleasure. He seemed to know my body better than I knew it myself, and he’d only just got his hands on it. His mouth kept working my clit, circling it and rubbing against it as he started pushing and pulling his finger in and out of me.
“Oh my god,” I gasped out. I couldn’t decide whether to spread my legs further or pin his head there so that this feeling never had to stop. His eyes were closed, and he moaned against my anatomy; the vibrations shook my whole body and made everything more intense. Reaching out to him, I tangled my fingers in his hair as he kept going, pressing in another finger.
The orgasm snuck up on me.
It wasn’t a gradual build, nor did it come after minutes on the edge. It was more like being pushed over a sudden precipice, free falling through waves of pleasure and sensation. I gave into it, letting the moans pour from my lips without a filter. He kept working me through it, and my over sensitized clit was pulsing.
“Please,” I begged, needing him in me—needing to make him feel as good as he left me feeling. He kissed my thighs, pulling his fingers out of me, and stood away from the bed. He was so dang good-looking, even as he wiped his face off on his sleeve.
It was like a show.