paused. He lifted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and inhaled through his nostrils. His lips peeled back, baring those fangs. “Think you need my tongue first.”
Gabby could’ve come just from those words alone.
Oh God, yes.
Broxen rose onto his knees and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties at either hip. She lifted her bottom without hesitation, allowing him to slide her underwear off.
“So wet.” He rubbed his thumb over the damp spot in her panties. Bringing them to his face, he inhaled and released a low growl that made her pussy clench. “You smell delicious, Gabriela.”
Heat flooded her. She didn’t understand it, but seeing him smelling her panties, taking in her most intimate fragrance, was such a turn on.
He tossed her underwear aside and grasped her thighs, spreading them wide. His gaze locked on her sex. The fire in his eyes blazed impossibly brighter, and his tongue slipped out to lick his lips. He dropped one of his hands, running the back of his finger over the small patch of dark hair and along her pussy before pressing another finger into place and parting her labia. “You look delicious.”
Faster than Gabriela could utter another plea, Broxen dropped his head between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her core. She gasped, grasping his horns and arching her back at the sudden burst of pleasure. He lapped at her from bottom to top, teasingly flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, seemingly determined to lick up every drop of her arousal and coax out more.
He groaned and slipped his arms around her legs, dragging her closer. “I will never get enough of this—of you—my mate.”
Then he slipped that long tongue inside her, plunging it deep.
“Broxen,” she rasped, squeezing her eyes shut. It had been so long, so long, that even this was stretching her. But it felt good. She undulated upon his thick tongue as it curled and twisted and thrust within her, hitting that spot. Pleasure coiled in her belly.
Spanning his hands over her pelvis, Broxen withdrew his tongue and latched onto her clit.
Gabriela cried out at the sharp, sudden rapture that bolted through her as he sucked and lashed the sensitive nub. At first, she tried to escape the assault, but he pressed her down firmly on the bed, forcing her to take to it all, to feel it all. Wild gasps spilled from her lips as she writhed. Squeezing his horns, she ground her cleft against his mouth, not only taking everything he had to give her but demanding more.
Were Gabriela able to look upon this scene as a spectator, she wouldn’t have recognized herself—and she wouldn’t have cared. This was all that mattered, this feeling, this moment.
Broxen.
He made her feel wanted, needed. He made her feel alive.
Yielding to the searing ecstasy roiling inside her, yielding to him, Gabby shattered.
Pleasure swept through her, consuming her in a scorching blaze of sweet agony. Her body tensed as tremors overwhelmed her, and her breath came in sharp, surrendering moans. Liquid heat flooded her.
Broxen growled, the vibrations pushing her to new heights while his tongue continued its ruthless movements. It was a delicious torment she never wanted to end. She whispered his name, she thrashed and twisted atop the bedding, she fought his hold and pulled him closer, begging for more.
And he gave it to her, again and again, until she was left breathless and trembling.
Just when she could take no more, Broxen released her. He gave her one long, final lick, and raised his head.
Panting, Gabriela dropped her hands from his horns and met his gaze with a half-lidded stare. His features were bestial, his eyes hungry. He ran his long tongue over his lips, which still glistened with her essence.
The towel around his waist had come undone. Broxen tossed it away and drew himself over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. Gabriela looked down between their bodies. Her breath caught in her throat.
His cock was a deep, dark red, its long, thick shaft ending with a pronounced head and a tapered tip. There were multiple stacked ridges along its top, and she knew exactly where those would stroke inside her—but she could only guess at the immense pleasure they would give her.
Broxen lifted his hips and poised the head of his shaft at the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes met his.
“You’re mine, female.”
“Yours,” she said, sliding her palms down his arms.
With her sex still quivering, Broxen thrust his hips