The Dragon's Bride (A Deal With a Demon 1) - Page 24

I…don’t know how to feel.

I honestly expected him to go for fucking me as quickly as possible. I want him badly enough that I don’t mind the inevitable pain that would come with such a hurry. At least then I’d know if the reality was even close to what my mind had dreamed up. “Sol, please!”

“Don’t rush me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

A quiet snick sound, and his claws detract. I stare. “I didn’t know they could do that.”

Sol doesn’t respond, other than to sink to his knees before the table and push my thighs wide. I’m too shocked to do anything but quiver as he presses a single finger slowly into me, almost as if he’s testing me. The sight… I don’t know what to look at. It feels too personal to watch that large green finger penetrate my pussy. Looking at his face, at the intent way he watches me, is even worse.

I’m a coward.

I close my eyes.

The sensation only increases without the visuals to distract me. He’s not hurting me, but I can’t deny how full a single finger makes me feel. If he fucked me this quickly, he’d split me in half. My body pulses at the thought. I don’t know why that turns me on. It doesn’t make any sense. I hate pain. Why would I crave it like this?

Sol withdraws his finger, and my eyes fly open as I make an involuntary sound of protest. He catches my hips and jerks me half off the table, only his hold keeping me from tumbling to the ground.

And then he closes his mouth around me. His jaws are big enough that his teeth prick my lower stomach and my ass, tiny little flickers of pain that I barely feel because his tongue is at my entrance. He works it into me slowly. Unrelentingly.

I knew his tongue was large, of course—everything about him is large—but being penetrated by it is different. It feels as big as a cock, but it doesn’t move inside me like a cock. It’s agile and slick and— “Holy fucking shit.”

He makes a hissing sound that somehow translates as pleasure instead of anger. It vibrates through his jaws to my lower body, and I can’t help shivering in response. Then he goes after my G-spot again.

It has to be my G-spot. I’ve read novels. I looked up the existence of such a “magical” spot. I even went so far as to try to find it myself, but when one has limited time to masturbate, it’s easier to just go with what works.

It’s never felt like this.

Every bone in my body goes deliciously liquid. Even my thoughts stop swirling frantically. There’s nothing but that steady pulse inside me and his fingers digging into my hips as his teeth prick my skin. “More.”

Was that low demand from me? It hardly seems possible.

But I want more. I need it.

Within thinking, I reach down and grab his wrists. My fingers don’t meet on the other sides, but that’s fine. “Sol, more.”

Chapter 12

Sol

I had intended to offer Briar the pendant and end the night there. She doesn’t trust me, and I can hardly blame her for that. I’m not even certain what happened. One moment she was looking at me as if she wished she could read my mind, and the next I had her on the table and was ripping her dress off.

And now?

I hiss in pure pleasure as she grabs my wrists and rolls her hips, riding my tongue. She tastes like a dream. It’s even better because she’s mine. Not some otherwise-contracted human looking for a fun fuck and then going away at the end of the encounter.

No, Briar is my bride.

Mine.

Her thighs shake against my palms. “Sol. Oh god, oh god, I—” Her pussy pulses around my tongue, her orgasm tasting so good, I almost cum in my pants.

It takes far more effort than I’ll ever admit to in order to unclench my jaw and withdraw from her. Her pussy is drenched, swollen and pink and dripping. I can’t help myself. I drag my tongue over her again.

She moans and then tenses. Coming back to herself. I could keep this going. She’s given me the keys to herself, even if she doesn’t realize it. It was there in the shocked expression on her face when I went to my knees before her. This woman has never been properly cared for, and she’s never had her pleasure prioritized.

But pushing her now means potentially sacrificing the endgame later. As tempting as it is, I’m mortal and not even I can keep her at a fever pitch for seven years. We have to eat at some point. My territory might require very little in the way of ruling—at least outside of dealing with trade agreements with the other territories and their leaders—but there is still all the damned paperwork to consider.

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