Kissed by a Dark Prince(67)

“Olivia,” he growled and she worked her hands into her play, using one in time with her mouth on his shaft to increase his pleasure and the other to toy with his balls again, rolling and kneading them. He grunted and began to thrust shallowly, using his hands to guide her on his length at the same time. “Gods... ki’ara... I...”

She could feel him growing thicker, his pleasure running in her veins as well as his, becoming so intense that she moaned as she licked and sucked him, enjoying it as much as he was. He pumped into her, his movements jerky and tense.

“I... Olivia,” he gritted out and breathed hard, his heart pounding as he climaxed, making hers race too as she swallowed around him, licking and teasing him down. He shivered and pushed her away, and she sat back on her knees and smiled up at him, wondering what he looked like as he stared down at her. She could feel his eyes on her as he struggled to come down from his release. He growled. “Need to taste you too.”

She gasped when he grabbed her and had her on the bench table in a flash. She tried to pinpoint him in the darkness but it was impossible. His hands claimed her hips, he pulled her to the edge, and then he was on his knees before her, her legs over his shoulders. She threw her head back and groaned at the first sweep of his tongue over her most sensitive flesh. He parted her with his fingers and delved deeper, swirling his tongue around her nub, sending her out of her head.

“More.” She was already wound tight from pleasuring him and feeling his bliss in her veins. It wasn’t going to take her long to find her own release. He spread her legs further apart and eased two fingers into her sheath, pumping her slowly as he explored her with his mouth. She leaned back and breathed hard, electricity dancing along her limbs with each sweep and lick, every swirl and thrust. “Loren.”

“My female likes this.” He was making the understatement of the century. She loved it. She rocked her hips against his fingers, riding them and his tongue, and tunnelled her fingers into his hair. She clung to him as he tormented her, sending her soaring higher and higher, pushing her towards the precipice.

“Close,” she whispered, her heart thundering and legs quivering. He rubbed her with his fingers, each stroke making her moan. She tensed, tried to relax, and tensed again, unable to help herself. He laved and suckled her nub, thrusting his fingers into her at the same time, and her backside came off the table as wildfire heat shot through her and she climaxed.

Loren growled against her, tickling her, and withdrew his fingers. He delved lower, lapping at her, tasting her just as he had said he wanted to. Another growl rumbled through him and his markings blazed brightly, and then he had risen to his full height before her.

“Want you again.”

She wasn’t about to protest but he didn’t give her a chance. He entered her in one swift hard stroke and grasped her hips as he pumped into her, holding her at the edge of the table. She looped her arms around his shoulders and held on to him as he took her, his thrusts deep and hard, rattling the beakers and equipment on the table.

Olivia moaned, blazing through the haze of her first climax and spiralling towards a second as he laid claim to her, his long shaft filling her up and striking deep within her. She moved her hands to his hair as he kissed her and brushed her fingers over the pointed tips of his ears.

Loren jerked hard and grunted, the sound wild and animalistic. He definitely liked that.

Olivia kissed across his jaw and licked the length of his left ear. He pumped harder, his movements frantic and rough, their combined heartbeat off the scale. Incredible pleasure blasted through her and she couldn’t resist nibbling the tip of his ear. Loren snarled close to her ear, his fingertips pressing into her hips as he leaned over her, forcing her backwards.

“Want...” he muttered and she was about to ask what he wanted when he licked her throat.

She shivered, a mixture of ice and fire shooting through her veins. He wanted to bite her.

God damn her, but she wanted it too.

He must have sensed her desire for him to do it because he groaned and thrust more frantically, hips pistoning, bringing them together in a hard blissful joining. He brushed his lips down her throat to where he had bitten her before and she panicked.

“Wait... this won’t...” She couldn’t get the words out. Loren wanted to complete this bond and had sworn not to do it against her will. She should have trusted he meant that and that this wouldn’t seal the bond between them, that it was only about blood and pleasure.

“It will not,” he whispered, his thrusts slowing and lengthening, driving her out of her head as pleasure rippled through her with each leisurely stroke. “Will make it feel good this time. Give me permission, sweet ki’ara... my Olivia.”