Page 105 of A Spark So Bright
The sounds of him, even now, made her clench down harder around his tongue that had plunged into her core, just to taste her as she came.
Panting, she turned to liquid in his arms as he gathered her up and laid her on the bed with him. Slowly, he rolled on top of her, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He licked at them, talented with his tongue. His fingers plucked at her free breast, the rings on his fingers rolling over her skin and the warm metal adding a new sensation that she thought she liked.
But then she opened her eyes, and he was looming over her. The candlelight was blocked by his shoulders. Blocked so that all she could see was a male form, his shoulders broad and too big.
The tension returned.
No, no, she wanted to enjoy this. She didn't want to be so afraid that she couldn't even think, but that was exactly what she was. She was terrified, trembling, locking up her muscles...
He gathered her up and rolled. Then she was back on top of him, the light turning his skin green again and illuminating all the traits that were different about him.
"You're safe," he said, his gaze locked on hers. "You're safe."
Instantly, she melted again. Safe. Of course she was safe with him. The thought of that shadowy figure was a memory. That was all.
Gunnar brushed his claws through her hair, gently working at the knots on her neck. Here with her, even when it was hard. "We can stop," he said. "We don't have to continue."
"No," she ground out. "They don't get to take this from me, too."
"Don't push yourself, Rose."
"I'm not pushing myself. For the first time in my life, I actually want someone. Desperately. I want to feel you inside me. I want to know what you taste like. I want to know every inch of your body and the sounds you make when you finally slide inside of me. I want to fuck you more than I've ever wanted anything else."
Rose planted her hands firmly on his chest and just looked at him. Her man. Her Gunnar. At the heartbeat that raced in the cords of his thick neck, at the tusks that glinted in the candlelight, at the glistening of her own pleasure that still slicked his mouth.
She sat up, spreading her legs a little wider. "Help me, please."
He eased his pants down, not all the way off, just enough to free his cock. He didn't want to startle her. She could tell. He was moving as slowly as he could, but he couldn't hide his reaction to her.
"What do I do?" she asked. "How do I get back to that... the place you brought me to?"
"You want me to help?" he asked.
"Please."
Gunnar took that job very seriously. His hands skimmed her torso first, those claws tracing down her sides in white hot lines of pleasure. He reached up to cup her breasts, pulling her forward enough so he could latch onto them. And then he started to speak. Dirty, filthy things that filled her mind with good thoughts.
"You are so beautiful. I am obsessed with you. Look how well you respond to me. Fuck, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you."
He made her feel beautiful. Sexy. Wanted. All with his words.
Then his fingers delved between her legs, and it didn't take long at all until she was soaking his hand. She might have been embarrassed by that if he wasn't already praising her for it.
"So needy, all for me. Yes, Rose, give it to me."
Her second orgasm sparked through her faster than she’d thought it would. Sudden and instantaneous, she threw her head back and spasmed around his fingers as he sank them deeper into her.
He was big, but she could take him. She was certain of that.
And when she was ready, Rose reached between them and grasped him. He gasped like she had put a hot poker to his flesh. His back arched, lifting her up with ease as though he couldn't stop himself.
Those piercings were so hot to the touch. So warm from his need and she...
She was so ready for this.
Rose notched him against herself and sank down a bit. Just a bit. Enough to feel the head of him inside of her and thosepiercings that were so very, very different from anything she had ever felt before.
The metal brushed inside of her, not scraping, but creating even more exquisite pleasure that almost burned as she sank deeper, deeper.
