Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods #7) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,46
out by accident.”
“Perfect.” His finger starts up again, and I groan deep in my throat. “Don’t look at me. I assure you that the image of me during sex is nothing you actually want to see. I’m a mess.”
I think he might be wrong on that note. I want to look at him. I want to see his body. His face. His eyes. Him. The whole ‘blood’ thing doesn’t scare me.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I groan the word because…good god! At this rate, I think another orgasm might be possible. I moan in frustration when he puts both hands on my hips. My clit isn’t happy at all.
His thrust comes out of nowhere. Rage tightens his hands slightly on my hips and is deep inside me half a second later. I grab at the bedding. My knees dig into the mattress. I yell something incoherent. It doesn’t hurt. I’m shocked. So shocked.
It’s the opposite.
It’s good.
So good.
I make strange noises as he starts to thrust into me with hard punchy movements. My eyes are very wide. So is my mouth. I’m battling to breathe again. My breasts are jerking hard with each thrust. I want to look at him so badly. Just one little peek.
“Don’t!” Rage pushes out. His voice is deep and guttural.
I snap my head forwards. Rage picks up the pace. He’s not playing with my clit anymore, but it feels…it feels… Oh…oh…sweet mother of god. I’m dizzy. I’m reeling. I can hear the wet sounds my body is making as he moves inside me. I’ve never made these wet noises before. Is it normal? Should I be embarrassed? It’s loud. So are the noises I’m making. I can’t stop. I just can’t. Pleasure thrums through me. It’s pleasure with a promise of more…so much more.
Rage puts his hand on my lower back and presses down. His hand is digging into my hip. His thrusts are hard…maybe too rough for a human but not for me.
I’m having to clench my teeth to stop myself from begging. I want to come again. I need to. Rage told me I wouldn’t. He warned me. Now that he’s inside me, I find I’m desperate.
I plant my elbows into the bed to keep myself from being pushed onto my stomach. I’m in danger of being mashed right into the mattress. He is being rough. If it weren’t for his hands anchoring me, I’d fall onto my face. My arms are shaking from our weight. Rage didn’t lie when he said he would take me hard…that he would fuck me. Well, it is hard. It’s sweaty. It’s so good. If only I could breathe. If only I could stop making these noises. Like an animal to the slaughter. I find I don’t care.
I feel a coiling, a tightening. Like my skin is too tight…too hot. It’s too much and not enough. Not nearly enough.
“More!” I yell. I look down and catch a glimpse of where our bodies are joined. His cock is disappearing inside me. All the way in and then almost all the way out. It’s glistening. The wet sounds seem louder.
“Like that, Nia?” Rage asks. He picks it up a notch or two. A human definitely couldn’t handle this…I don’t think.
“Yes…oh…feels…good…” I love it. I’m mesmerized. In and out. I see his hand move back between my legs. He is stroking my clit. I’m so wet…so close…so…
There it is.
There.
Right there.
My orgasm takes me by storm. It’s sudden, harsh, and all-consuming, rushing through me like a wild, thundering river. I don’t make a sound. My voice is trapped in my throat.
I hear Rage for the first time. He grunts once, and then he roars…it’s loud. It’s terrifying. His hands are on my hips. His fingers are pressing into my flesh.
I’m moaning low and deep, pushing back onto his cock. Grinding against him. Still coming and coming. I’m grabbing onto the bedding. Clawing at the sheets. Saying garbled things.
Then Rage is slowing. His thrusts are more circular but still deep. My orgasm is slowing too…still good…so good. He draws it out…pulling every drop of pleasure from me. I’m breathing hard. My boobs are mashed up against the mattress. My mouth is hanging open. My eyes are now closed. “So, this is why people do this,” I force the words out between pants and moans.
His finger is easing off my clit. I can hear him breathing hard. He’s still moving. He makes an almost inaudible noise. I think it’s pleasure. It could be pain.