Winter's Bride - Candace Wondrak Page 0,53

as I assaulted her apex with my hungry mouth and equally greedy tongue. I sucked, I licked, I made her legs tremble and her voice cry out in pleasure. My actions between her legs made her start to move her hips, grinding that swollen nub in my mouth, and she only stopped when her entire body tensed with the highest degree of pleasure I could give to her, an orgasm so strong she nearly toppled over.

And I bet she would’ve, if I wouldn’t have still had a grip on her thighs.

After she came with a beautiful vengeance, I drew a line with my tongue along those pink folds, withdrawing my mouth from her only after tasting her arousal. Was it odd to say she tasted like sweet, warm summer?

“Lay on the bed,” I instructed, getting to my feet only when I was sure she would comply. Morana leaned back, crawling onto the bed but never once giving me her back. She wanted to watch me undress, hardly blinking as she stared at me with those big, blue eyes and those flushed cheeks.

As the lady would have it. She could have me any way she desired.

I was quick to shed my clothes. Within a minute, I stood beside the bed, every inch of me bared, and I could not stop the grin that formed on my face when I saw her eyes drop to my cock. It twitched in anticipation, in yearning and sheer desire, every bit of me filled with the urge to lunge on that bed, fill her up, and unite us in the way we were always meant to be together.

But, no, I took my time. I let her devour my physical appearance, just as I did to her when I’d first seen her naked body. I let her gaze travel up and down me multiple times, saw the way she gained a different, more lustful expression when she stared at my cock.

I crawled onto the bed, pinning her beneath me, smiling down at her, like she was my whole world. A part of me wanted to let loose, to be with her wild and free, like animals, but another part of me wanted to make good on what I’d said before: I would worship her, and to worship a god, you gave it your all, doing exactly what they wanted.

And Morana? She wanted me inside her, I could see it.

I leaned up, running my hands down her body and gaining my own pleasure in watching the way she writhed beneath my touch. I made it to her legs and spread them wide open for me, gazing down at her apex as I licked my lips. I could still taste her, and I was more than willing to give it another go, but right now my balls ached with the need for their own release.

Pulling myself up, I caged in her body, pinning her to the bed as I guided my cock to her entrance. Our eyes locked, and then, just like that, it was over. I pushed in, and we were one. We were one in the most intimate way possible.

Her body took my cock in, and it was like she was made for me, like I fit perfectly inside that tight hole. I could not describe how good it felt, how blissful it was to be inside her, to hear her breathy moan as I filled her up to the brink.

I did not start thrusting right away; for a few moments, I simply remained there, my length buried deep, listening to her hard breathing. Music to my ears, and I could only imagine she’d cry out more before our time together here was over. And if I had my way, this would not be our last time, either. I would have her every day, mark my words.

Morana’s hand moved up my sides, and she dragged her nails against my skin, giving me a lusty, half-lidded look, as if begging me to start moving my hips—so that’s what I did. I began rocking my hips, dragging my hard length in and out of her tight core, a slave to the sensations, to the way she made me feel.

If I said I lost myself in her, I didn’t think it was enough of an explanation as to how much I felt for her. When I said I wanted to worship her, I meant it. They were not honeyed words meant to sway her; I meant them more than