Page 18 of Draevan

She wasn’t wearing any socks, so after another deep breath, she pushed her flowing skirt down and stepped out of the garment. She tossed it toward her discarded shirt, carefully watching Draevan for his reaction. To her relief, his eyes glowed even brighter and another growl left him.

She was standing in front of him wearing nothing but her push-up bra and a pair of skimpy red panties that were also trimmed with lace. His nostrils kept flaring as his gaze roved over her body, and his broad, muscular chest was also rising and falling more rapidly now.

He met her eyes, and tension swelled between them, the air suddenly heavier, thick with unslaked lust that would undoubtedly turn explosive once they climbed into bed together.

Her stomach fluttered when he reached for the clasp of his pants.

Oh my. This was happening.

A tremor rushed through her, her anticipation growing as the heated pulses between her thighs came faster, making her feel faint with desire and unsteady on her legs.

One moment, Draevan was wearing pants and she was still a bit uncertain about the size of his manhood. The next moment, he’d pushed his pants down and then stood tall as his unbelievably long, thick manhood protruded from his crotch.

Cora gasped and almost covered her mouth in surprise. Almost. Somehow, she kept her cool. Sort of. But she couldn’t stop staring at the massive appendage that he meant to impale her with. She’d assumed his cock would be in proportion to the rest of his body, but as she stared at it and really took in all the details, including the bulbous tip that was glimmering with a drop of his seed, she realized it was even larger than she’d imagined possible.

“I promise we will be compatible, sweet Cora.” He grasped his shaft, wrapping his hand around the thick base, and pumped twice. “Please do not be afraid. I promise I’ll be gentle with you… at least until you are used to my size.”

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. It was the truth.

Was she a little nervous? Yes. Who wouldn’t be?

But she wasn’t frightened. Not truly.

She trusted that Draevan would keep his word. He would be gentle with her, though once she was accustomed to his size, she had no doubt he would be a bit rougher with her. The heated quakes between her thighs became more intense as she considered what his idea of rough might be, and she was certain she was flushing bright red again, but she couldn’t help it. Her thoughts were growing more shameless by the moment.

“I can’t help but notice that I’m completely naked, Cora, while you are not.” He gave her a pointed look as he stroked his cock two more times. “Let me see you. Show me everything, my sweet mate.”

My sweet mate. Her heart contracted with warmth.

She liked when he sometimes called her sweet Cora, but my sweet mate was even better.

It made her feel special. Desired. Treasured.

And the endearment somehow helped her feel a little braver in this moment as she prepared to get fully naked in front of him for the very first time.

At last, she reached back, unfastened her bra, then allowed the undergarment to drift to the floor. Before she could lose her nerve, she quickly pushed her panties down and stepped out of them.

There. She was buck naked.

And so was he…

Draevan’s eyes glimmered with heat as he looked her up and down. His cock, already hard, seemed to grow even firmer... and larger. He let go of his manhood and stepped closer, so close the bulbous tip of his shaft was nearly touching her stomach.

“I am eager to claim you and get my scent on you, sweet Cora.” He took her in his arms, finally closing the remaining distance between them, and pressed his hardness against her upper stomach.

Her hips lurched forward, and she couldn’t restrain a gasp. Desire pulsed through her in scorching waves that just might burn her alive if he didn’t touch her intimately in the near future. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted him to do. All she knew was that she was aching unbearably and desperate for some kind of relief. Not simply a climax but all the touching and kissing that would inevitably lead up to it.

As though reading her mind, he stepped back, reached between their bodies, and stroked a digit along the seam of her pussy lips.

“Oh!” She jolted into his hand, unable to stop gasping and whimpering. And moaning.

He was a virgin too, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he knew what to do and just how to touch her. Instinct? When he found her throbbing clit and started circling it, she rose up on her toes with another whimper.

Oh, God. Oh, yes.

She undulated her center into his fingers as he continued exploring her wetness.

Deep growls emanated from his chest, rumbling through her in a way that caused little vibrations against her clit. She grasped his arms, needing something to hold onto, struggling to remain upright as her legs trembled under the force of her increasing desire.