Page 127 of Vasmora

He rolled over me, gently laying me on my back, caging me with his arms. A trail of kisses led him down the column of my throat to my breasts, where he paused to take one of my nipples into his mouth.

I arched into him, and a moan leaked past my lips, my ungloved hand gripping the back of his head, breasts jutting toward his unforgiving tongue.

He trailed his mouth across my ribs, teeth dragging over bones, to the soft flesh of my stomach, and lower. The tip of his finger sketched a gentle line, as he parted me open, his soft strokes skimming up and down my wet seam, drawing me out of my head. He paused to lick my arousal from his skin then pressed into me.

Legs spread wide, I opened myself to his broad shoulders, as he wedged his body between my knees, and eyes shuttered, I focused on the delicious glide of his finger plunging in and out of me, curving upward every time he drove it inside.

In one agonizing sweep of his tongue, he painted wet circles over my clit, and my eyes rolled back, hands clenched around the blankets beneath me. Desperate for something I couldn’t voice, as my throat locked, breath stuttering in my chest. The masculine sound of satisfaction that rumbled out of him sent a toe-curling need low in my belly.

I lifted my head, staring down the length of my body to where he feasted on my flesh, and ran my hand through his hair. A rapid flick of his tongue sent a ripple of pleasure through my core and mindless, I fisted my hand in his hair, jaw slack, panting, as I watched him devour me with fervor. Tongue and lips, he explored every inch of me as the fire roared beside us, the world fading for a moment of bliss.

My thighs trembled, stomach tight when he let out a groan, sucking and licking, what little arousal managed to escape his tongue spilling down my thigh.

He pushed up onto his knees, stroking his erection, those wicked piercings promising torment.

The urge to taste him again had me sitting forward, my mouth brushing against the curved tip. Fascination gleamed in his eyes when I opened my mouth, my gaze never turning away from his.

Gripping the base of his shaft, he fed his rigid length past my lips, and satisfaction rippled through me when his head lolled back, the tension easing in his muscles. With every gentle thrust of his hips, I took him deeper, only a few of the piercings sliding over my tongue before his tip hit the back of my throat.

Teeth clenched, a look of agony claimed his face.

He didn’t have to say a word as I wrapped my clawed fingers around the base of his erection and squeezed. A tortured sound beat out of him, his jaw slack, veins pulsing through his neck. “Fuck!” he gritted out. Blood dripped down my nails.

“Stop! Please!”

I clamped my eyes shut and looked away, shaking my head. No, no. Not here. Not this.

Releasing him, I fell back on my palms and opened my eyes to the mutilation, the destruction I’d inflicted on him. Tears sprang to my eyes. “I … I can’t …”

“It burns! Stop!” the mimicrow echoed inside my head.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing his hand through my hair. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I told you I would, but I can’t. I won’t do that to you.”

“It’s alright, Lunamiszka.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “It’s too soon.”

“No.” Gripping his shoulder, I sat forward and kissed the hollow of his throat where sweat had gathered. “I still want you.”

The furrow in his brow deepened. “You’re certain.”

“Yes. Please.” I needed to know that I was still whole. That Loyce may have taken my ability to give him the pain he craved, but she hadn’t taken pleasure from us. Ruined us.

He urged me back, his massive arm planting itself beside my head as he held himself up and took hold of his shaft. His tongue swept over his lips, the look in his eyes clouded with uncertainty.

I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb over the dark veins that pulsed with heat. “Please.”

One small thrust breached my entrance, the first rung vibrating inside of me, sending a faint tickle across my stomach. My body welcomed him, stretching around the thickness of his shaft as he held himself still inside of me. I closed my eyes, remembering the warmth of him. The familiarity of his body.

Fingers caressed my cheek, drawing my eyes to the concern crinkling his brow.

“I’m okay,” I said, and with a nod, he pushed to the next rung.

A moan spilled out of me as the vibrating intensified, sending a deep, rapturous flutter through my core.

He kept a slow and lazy pace, never pushing past that second bar, each drag of his piercing across my flesh slickening his thrusts.

“Can you take another?” he asked, and stomach clenched, I nodded.