Under His Wings(63)

The hard stroke seemed to shatter something in her. She shuddered beneath him, her wails reaching the ceiling. With a muttered curse, he adjusted his hold on her thighs, spread them even wider and dove deeper into her grasping sex. The tiny muscles spasmed around his tongue, trying to grab at the invader and milk it dry.

“So sweet,” he growled, lifting his head and placing a kiss to the engorged clit that peeked from between her lips. “So fucking sweet.”

“God, Nico,” she pleaded and gasped as he circled her clit and tapped it with his tongue. “Make me come. I need to—” She loosed a high piercing scream as he plunged two fingers deep within her sex.

Shit, she was wild and so damn gorgeous as she raced after her pleasure. She held nothing back, her hips rolling and bucking as he finger-fucked her. He withdrew then thrust forward, twisting his wrist and screwing her deep and hard.

When she came it was a wonder to watch. She threw her head back against the pillows, her neck and spine arched so tight he almost feared they would snap. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise and her honey flowed over his skin, bathing him.

As the shudders that racked her body eased and her harsh breathing slowly quieted, he reluctantly left her pussy. But not before flexing his fingertips over the small pouch of flesh behind her clit. She moaned and trembled.

Rising to his knees, he stared down at her, awed and humbled. This female was his—was created and born for him.

Her mouth, swollen from his kisses, her teeth biting down into the sensual bottom curve, lifted in a small, sated smile. Her thick, dark lashes lowered and her hooded gaze stoked the passion and lust that still raged in his gut and cock.

With her eyes on him, he brought his fingers to his lips and pushed them in his mouth. He sucked her juice clean and groaned, again savoring her taste. Desire flashed bright in her tawny eyes and his cock jerked.

Her smile widened. “Now that’s just naughty. And damn sexy.”

He chuckled, amazed he could manage it with lust strangling both his throat and dick. Slowly he drew his fingers free and painted her nipples with the dampness. Tamar moaned, undulated beneath his touch. She was so responsive, so uninhibited, held nothing back from him.

And still he craved more—more than she’d given anyone else. Even more than she’d given him.

“Roll over,” he murmured. Without hesitation she complied, rising on her hands and knees. “No.” He leaned over her, his chest grazing her back, and clasped her wrists. Gently, he guided her until her arms were folded in front of her, her forehead pressed to them and her shoulders lowered. The position lifted her ass higher in the air, exposing her vulnerable, plump sex.

Shifting closer, he clutched her hip with one hand and slid the other between her legs and her creamy, glistening slit. Tamar whimpered then moaned long and low. His fingers circled and lightly pinched her clit before returning to her sex. He dipped into the tight passage of her pussy, drawing forth even more of her moisture, coating his fingers.

Heart pounding, his chest rising and falling on rapid hoarse breaths, Nicolai released her hip and firmly gripped one rounded cheek, spreading her ass open to expose the tiny, puckered hole hidden there. Tamar stiffened seconds before he placed his lubricated fingers to the entrance and traced it, caressed it.

“Nico,” she said, hesitant, uncertain. Her ass tightened, flexed.

“Shhh…” he soothed, needing her to relax, to trust him. Inside, his hippogryph clawed and snarled to possess, to forge this intimate bond that would forever connect them. “Relax for me,” he urged, even as he acclimated her to the forbidden touch by continuing to circle the securely closed hole. “I want your ass, Tamar,” he whispered. “Give it to me, sweetheart.”

A shudder, whether from desire or anxiety, trembled through her, but she remained still. Love so full, so overwhelming flooded him that he paused for a moment. The power she had over him should have scared him. Instead, it strengthened him.

Once more he soaked his fingers in her cream before returning to her ass. He stroked the entrance that resembled a tightly furled rosebud once, twice, then pushed forward, watching it bloom around his finger. The ring of muscles resisted then gave and his fingertip entered the smooth channel.

Beneath him, Tamar’s shivers increased and she cried out.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he said, freeing his grip on her ass to stroke a calming caress up her arching spine. “Breathe in and push out. Yeah, that’s it,” he praised as she obeyed his instructions. “Oh fuck, yes.” He groaned as her tight, virgin ass squeezed his finger in a clasp that threatened to cut off his blood flow. His cock throbbed, needing that same touch.