Mending the Beast (Awakening Pride #10) - Lacey Thorn Page 0,44
breaking away every now and then to trail sucking bites along her jaw and neck. She rose into his touch, searching for something that remained elusive.
“Daniel.” His name was a soft whimper. “I don’t… I can’t…”
He lifted his mouth from her skin long enough to meet her gaze. “Trust me?”
She nodded frantically. She didn’t know what she needed, but he did. He knew, and he alone could give it to her. He dove back to her neck as he shifted his body, rolling to his side and moving so that one hard thigh pressed between hers. He moved the hand on her back lower, to rest along the top curve of her ass and urged her closer until her sex was pressed hard against his muscle. He helped her find a rhythm that had her rocking against him, the pressure building quicker and higher.
His thumb grazed her nipple while his mouth moved lower along her throat, trailing over the shirt she wore. She felt his breath fanning her nipple first. She started to tense, but he chose that moment to rub his thumb in a tight circle over her other nipple. It was too much yet not enough. Then he was moving his thigh, rubbing it against her sex in a way that had her hyperaware of his touch.
Something was happening inside her. It was as if a knot was forming deep in her stomach, one that was twisting tighter and tighter and pulling her closer to the edge of something she’d never known. She knew it would snap. Wanted it to as much as she feared what would happen when it did.
“Daniel!” There was fear in her voice she couldn’t hide. That she wouldn’t hide. Not here. Not with him.
His lips wrapped around her nipple, dampening the material separating them, and he sucked hard, sending a sharp jerk that traveled straight to the knot and had it shattering.
Her mouth fell open on a soundless scream as lights exploded behind her eyelids. Tingles shot from her center outward until every inch of her felt them. Her feet flexed, fingers clenched, body arched, as unbearable pleasure tossed her high, so high she swore she was flying, feared she’d never come back to her body. Black dots floated at the edges of her vision as even her scalp pulsed with sensation.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
Daniel’s words had her realizing she was holding her breath, and she released it with a whoosh that had her body going completely boneless. She swore she melted into him as he turned so she once again lay with her head cuddled on his shoulder. This time, he twined his fingers with hers before resting them over his heart that pounded as hard as hers.
They lay that way for a long while, neither of them moving as he held her. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never explored her body on her own as she’d overhead some of the other mates discussing. She’d never had the desire to. But she wasn’t unaware of what had happened between them. Daniel had given her an orgasm. The first orgasm she’d ever had. And she wanted another.
That thought was followed by a jaw-cracking yawn. His hand began stroking up and down her spine again. She wondered if he knew how soothing she found that, how calming it was. It chased away her fears, grounding her with the knowledge she wasn’t alone. Daniel was with her. And maybe, just maybe, he would be the one who’d stay.
* * * * *
Daniel waited until he was certain Ariel was deeply asleep before easing out from under her. He settled her on the mattress then slid off, grunting at the tacky feel of the cooled ejaculate that had his sweats sticking to his skin. He’d come in his pants moments after Ariel had reached orgasm. God, it had been the most beautiful moment, seeing the uncertainty melt into pure pleasure as she reached her peak. She’d hidden nothing from him, each emotion she felt rolling across her face in vivid display. And he wanted to bring her to that pinnacle again. To immerse her in pleasure so intense that she wouldn’t ever try to leave him again.
He shut the bathroom door with a soft snick and hoped the shower wouldn’t wake her. She needed her sleep. Hell, he did, too, but first, he had to clean up. He hadn’t come in his pants even as a teenager, and the woman sleeping in the bed in