Her Dragon To Slay(24)
She knew somewhere in the deep recesses of her sex addled mind that it was too soon to be kissing this stranger and definitely too soon to be doing anything like her body was demanding but no matter how hard she tried she could not convince herself it was wrong. Stopping was not an option. Nothing wrong could feel so good, so right.
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Rayne left her mouth, sliding down her body, kissing every inch of silken skin he could reach. His destination already decided. Her aroused scent was driving him insane. Neither he nor his dragon would be denied the taste of their mate. The unquenchable need to draw as much of her essence into him was a driving force in his every action. He would taste every inch of her center, enjoying every one of her orgasms as much as she, only stopping when she was swollen and tender and completely spent. When she lay on the verge of unconsciousness from ecstasy he would then be ready to sink into the paradise that was his mate. His mind reeled and his cock pulsed at the thought of filling every inch of her channel. His incredibly honed control threatened to break. He was holding on by a thread, the need to be deep inside her pushing his every action.
He reached the top of her pajama pants and slid his hand inside. The heat rising from her arousal as he reached the top of her mound stung his fingers. He slid his fingers over the top of her slit, feeling the moisture of her arousal, making his mouth water. Her pants limited his access. He slowly pulled them over her hips kissing and caressing all the while. As he bared her completely, ready for his hands and mouth to devour her, ready to make her his, he glanced up at her face and their eyes met. He saw what he already felt reflected in those expressive emerald pools. Mirrored there was her absolute belief that what they were doing was right. He knew she had no understanding of the force drawing them together but he had her complete trust. His heart soared as his body and his dragon begged him to take her before he embarrassed himself like a randy teenager.
“Rayne…” his name on her lips held so much feeling, so much passion; he was completely lost, at her mercy as he’d never been to another. There would be no other for all eternity.
“Hold on for me, baby. I have to taste you. Ok?”
She bit her bottom lip. He watched slight unease cross her face. Looking deep into her eyes, searching, he asked, “Kyndel, do you want me to stop?” Although stopping right now would probably kill him, he would do whatever she needed.
She worried her edible bottom lip with her teeth a second longer then slowly nodded her head. That was all the answer he needed. He scooted between her heavenly thighs, tasting every inch. She was full and curvy, everything a woman should be. He placed her legs lovingly over his shoulders, drinking in the fragrance that was all Kyndel. Once again he felt drunk from the heady scent of her arousal. He kissed, licked and sucked all around her outer lips, leaving no area untouched. Her hands in his hair and the sweet moans falling from her lips pushed his resolve to take it slow to its very limits. She was the biggest temptation he would ever experience. He slowed down in an attempt to regain his control. Kyndel pulled his hair and mewled at the reduced stimulation, making him smile against her skin. His mate craved his touch.
He pushed his tongue between her swollen lips, her taste exploded on his tongue. Flashes of light and swirls of color burst into his vision from just one taste of her magnificent honey. Rayne pushed one finger into her aroused flesh and then added another, pumping in and out, driving her higher and higher. He separated her outer lips with his fingers, driving his tongue as far into her as he could go with one smooth thrust. Kyndel’s back bowed off the couch, her thighs tightened around his head. She thrashed and screamed his name while he continued to devour all that she was.
He smiled to himself at her responsiveness to his touch. Her nectar alone could suffice as his sustenance for the rest of his life. He fucked her with his tongue while he teased her clit with his thumb. He placed his tongue flat on the bottom of her slit, licking slowly from the bottom to the top, sucking her engorged nub between his teeth, nipping lightly, causing her to grind her hips against his face. He alternated between fucking her with his tongue and licking her like the best ice cream cone he’d ever eaten until she was tossing her head side to side, speaking in tongues, about to pull his hair out by the roots.
Rayne once again licked her long and slow from bottom to top, sucking her clit into his mouth with renewed vigor, this time he bit down with more intent on her swollen nub, thrusting his fingers into her wanting channel while curling the tips to reach her very sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. Kyndel came with such force he had to focus all his attention to catch the honey that poured from her pussy. He petted and suckled as she slowly came back to earth. He couldn’t and wouldn’t stop the grin that came to his lips as once again she graced him with his name upon her lips in a sweet sign of contentment, “Rayne…”