“Your hands feel amazing. Don’t stop touching me.”
Ronan’s female wasn’t one to beg. No, the words that left her mouth in a husky murmur were a gentle command that he had no choice but to obey. Fingers splayed, he gripped her and brushed his thumbs along her inner thighs that were already slick with want. A tremor shook her and Naya’s knees fell open to reveal the dusky flesh of her swollen sex.
Gods, she was perfection.
He feathered the pad of his thumb over the stiff little bud that stood out proudly from between the glistening lips. A sound of unabashed pleasure caressed his ears and Ronan circled her clit with slow precision, loving the way it made her thighs twitch with every gentle pass. She was so receptive to his touch. So ready for him that it drove him mad with need. He teased the short nest of curls that covered her mound, and she let out a low moan. She thrust her hips upward, writhing as though she was as desperate to receive his touch as he was to give it.
The heady scent of her arousal enveloped him and Ronan breathed deeply, holding it in his lungs. He bent to her pussy and touched his mouth to the petal-soft flesh. A contented groan rumbled in his throat at the first taste and he lapped greedily, taking her sweetness on his tongue.
“Oh, gods, Ronan!” A desperate gasp accompanied Naya’s words. “That’s … so good.” She bucked beneath him and he gripped her hips to keep her still. With the flat of his tongue, he explored her, delving into her channel before flicking out at her clit. The contact was slow. Soft. Deliberate in his tactics, Ronan prolonged her pleasure, drawing each desperate sob from her lips with a smug sense of male satisfaction. He pleased his mate. Made her purr.
And he wouldn’t stop until he made her scream.
The rosy glow that suffused her skin brightened with each pass of his tongue. Desperate to have some part of him inside of her, he teased her opening with the pad of his finger, caressing in time with each pass of his tongue.
“Oooohhh.” The sound was half relief, half desperation.
He thrust his finger deeper, though he kept his pace slow and measured as he took her stiff bud into his mouth and sucked. Naya’s back came off the sand and her fingers plunged into his hair, holding him against her. A sizzle of heat crawled just under his skin, but Ronan bore the pain. It was worth it to have Naya’s hands on him, gripping his hair in her fists as he pleasured her.
“I’m going to come.” Her sharp intake of breath urged him on and Ronan increased the pressure, circling her clit with his tongue as he thrust a second finger deep into the tight heat of her pussy. “Oh, gods, Ronan. You’re going to make me come.”
Bloodlust cast a haze over Ronan’s mind, ripped through his throat with a savage heat. He bit down at the juncture of her thigh and pussy, sinking his fangs into the sweet, tender flesh. A scream tore from Naya’s throat as she came, and Ronan continued to thrust his finger deep inside of her as her blood flowed over his tongue. He sucked deeply and a sense of power and vitality filled him near to bursting. The light that infused her skin grew brighter, shining with the intensity of the rising sun. Magic crept over his body, igniting his nerve endings like sparks of electricity. Naya continued to sob her pleasure, her nails biting into his scalp as she held him fast against her.
The ecstasy of this moment had no equal.
Ronan brought her down slowly, glutting himself on the sweet nectar of Naya’s blood while he caressed the slick, swollen flesh at his fingertips. The cold burn of magic intertwined with the pain of Naya laying claim to a part of his body. And through it all, Ronan continued to feed, suckling at her thigh until his limbs grew heavy and his mind cottony.
He could lie here in the sand until the sun rose, drinking from her vein while he caressed the silken flesh of her pussy.
Naya’s thighs fell away from his face and her fingers released their grasp on his hair, falling lazily to the ground at her sides. He scored his tongue on a fang and sealed the punctures on her thigh and pulled away, his gaze mapping every hill and valley of her naked body as his fingers traced a pattern through the wetness coating her inner thighs.
A goddess bathed in gilded rose petals, Naya stared upward, her breath racing in her chest. “I’ve never felt anything like this.” She rose up on an elbow, her eyes wild and unfocused. “I have to touch you, Ronan. I want my mouth on you. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Though he needed release like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken, Ronan despaired that he wouldn’t find it tonight. Gods, how he craved her, longed to join their bodies as one. She reached for him and Ronan’s muscles seized. He welcomed the bite of pain, wanted nothing more than to spite Siobhan by giving himself to his mate. His fang nicked his lower lip and he licked at the blood that welled there. Her silken fingertips met the ridges of his abdomen and Ronan shuddered at the lick of heat.