across my breast and spreads, covering my chest. He continues the sweet torture but then takes the other nipple into his mouth. I clench his horns like they will keep me from flying off the bed and also use them to guide his head to the other breast. He sucks and bites me through the shirt, and it doesn’t matter that it’s not skin to skin. Neither the warmth of his mouth nor the force of his pulls are inhibited by the thin material.
Even so, I’m ready to rip it off.
I writhe underneath him, and he laughs softly. The captivating sound travels all the way to my core, and my sex spasms.
I need to remember to be funny from now on.
But not right now because all I can think about is what that mouth can do.
“Please,” I whisper, my desperation clear. I’m no innocent, and I believe Bravik knows what I want and, more importantly, how to give it to me.
He nuzzles the side of my breast. “I have to take things slow with you because I don’t want to hurt you.”
In response I tug on his horns and give him a look of exasperation once his gaze finds mine. He smiles, and my fingers twitch with the impulse to run them over his face. How can someone be so attractive that I forget myself when I’m around him?
“I never anticipated this impish behavior from you,” he says, drawing circles on my belly. “And at this point, I’m not sure who’s allure is stronger, mine or yours. One thing I do know is that my thirst for you is greater than I’ve ever seen it.”
Just as I part my lips to ask him to explain that further, he dips his hand beneath the waistline of my pants. Whatever I was going to say evaporates when he flashes me a wicked grin and skims my mons, finding no underwear. But then his expression turns serious, and a gleam enters his gaze, heating my blood. He circles my clit, and I slide my eyes closed, falling deeper into bliss.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
The sound of his voice is drowned out by the moans pouring from my throat while he expertly plays with me. At the cresting of my orgasm, my hands fall away from his horns to fist the bedding, and my back arches as though pulled upward by a puppeteer’s string. In essence Bravik is that to me, controlling and manipulating my body in whatever way he sees fit.
I fall into my release with a silent scream, and the tremors of pure ecstasy cause my entire frame to convulse. My mind enters a state of surrealism, as though separated from my body, but I’m quickly brought back to reality when Bravik yanks my pants from my legs and splays his fingers on my thighs. With our gazes locked, he eases my legs apart and then up so that my knees are bent and my sex is completely exposed. Unable to tear my gaze away from the erotic sight of him hovering over my spread thighs, I prop myself up on my elbows. From the way he looks at me, it’s as if he wants me to be fully aware of what’s happening and to confirm there’s no fog of lust propelling my compliance.
He lowers his head and licks his lips right before he brings that sensual mouth to my sex. I stare at him with my lips parted, and the embarrassment that attempts to rise flees with the first flick of his tongue. My chest feels as though it caves inward when the breath leaves me at the sight of his gaze, glittering with a lust that goes beyond mere attraction; it’s carnal and dominant with only a sliver of self-control holding it back from overtaking me.
I’ve never had anyone look at me like this. And there’s a part of me that thinks it’ll never happen again with another male.
Like I’m intoxicated, I let my head fall back, the ends of my hair dragging across the bed. It’s as though I have no strength left, and soon I come to the realization that this is true. I don’t have the fortitude to resist Bravik. Whatever he wants to do to me at this moment is outside of my control because the pleasure streaming through me is a high I don’t want to come down from. And I’m only climbing with every stroke of his tongue and each caress of his fingers.
My body is