Page 55 of Dark Fey Captive

“Yes, like that,” he said in a tone that was full of praise.

His finger rubbed circles around my clit then briefly dipped into me, gathering the slick he was creating. I rolled my hips, chasing his touch and the pleasure until I was desperately trying to impale myself on his finger.

“Wait,” he said roughly. “Let me help you.”

The angle of his touch changed, and a different finger dipped into my opening. It wasn’t deep enough, though.

“Nav.” My warning was punctuated with a light chest bite.

He jerked underneath me.

“My pretty, impatient female. I have what you need.”

Two slick fingers pressed my entrance, slowly penetrating me and driving me crazy. His hand on my hip stopped me from thrusting down onto them.

“Patience,” he said. “You will hurt yourself. Let yourself adjust.” He pressed a little further. I felt a sudden stretch and stilled, dropping my head to his chest, glad he’d been smart enough to slow us down. Two of his fingers were a lot. Prior to yesterday’s encounter, it’d been a long time since I had any penetration.

“After you let me taste you, your pussy will be hungry for three fingers.”

My core clenched around the two he was using, liking his dirty talk and the suggestion.

“Do you want me to taste you now?”

I had enough sense to shake my head against his chest—I knew where tasting would lead and wasn’t ready yet, not that I could remember why at that moment.

He chuckled as his knuckles bottomed out.

An inarticulate sound escaped me, and he kissed the top of my head.

“You accepted me so well,” he said. “Your pussy knows what it wants.”

He withdrew his fingers and pressed them back in. It felt so good. Filling me. Stretching me. I moaned. He increased the speed. The way he methodically fucked me with his fingers erased conscious thought. Instinct took over, and I started moving with his thrusts.

“Yes. Show me what you like.”

Boy, did I. I rode his fingers like they were his cock and came with a low scream that he swallowed with a kiss.

Fingers still buried deep, he held me as the aftershocks settled and my racing pulse slowed.

How could I possibly be his first? It hadn’t even taken him ten minutes to finish me. And the way he was keeping his fingers inside…moving them, slowly building the need for another orgasm? Impossible for someone inexperienced. Wasn’t it?

Yet, that was exactly what he did. He slowly brought me back to the edge and made me scream again, only more intensely this time.

Panting, I lay limply on top of him and shivered as he carefully withdrew his fingers.

I tipped my head back and watched him stick them into his mouth, sucking them. Just like yesterday when he’d left to kill the infected.

Yours is the first pussy I have ever seen…It is so pretty…It tastes good…Can I lick it?

My core clenched around nothing as I realized he actually liked the way I tasted.

He caught me watching, and I noticed the tips of his ears darken as he pulled his fingers from his mouth.

Was he…blushing?

His adamant promise that no other woman had touched him seemed more real in that moment.

Don’t be an idiot. He also said that having sex and giving him endless blow jobs was the vaccine for infection.