Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice

pressed her thumb to the base of his shaft, stalling his orgasm, calming him down only to go at him again. She kept him like that: on the edge, throbbing hard, a breath away from coming until he pleaded for release.
    The second he said “please” she lifted her head. Hazel eyes full of mischief, she peeked up at him. “Is it my turn yet?”
    Little vixen. Gorgeous tease. She was so going to pay for that.
    Baring his teeth, he growled at her. She grinned. Rikar retaliated. Hauling her off her knees, he picked her up and tossed her into the middle of the bed. She bounced once, laughing as she settled on the mattress. Not wasting a second, he leapt after her, surrounding her with his body, pinning her underneath him. Shifting above her, he grabbed her waistband and peeled her out of her pants. She lifted her hips, arching her back to help him, the tips of her breasts rising and falling in wanton display.
    “Beautiful fucking female.” Feasting on her, Rikar’s gaze roamed as he tossed the yoga gear over the side of the bed. Pink nipples. Red curls. Pale, smooth skin. Yum…lucky him. “I’m going to eat you alive.”
    Her tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip. “Where you gonna start?”
    Holding her gaze, he palmed her knees and pushed them wide. As his hips settled between her thighs, she hummed his name. The needy sound made him greedy, and he dipped his head, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. A soft touch. A little tease. Payback in its purest form.
    “Mmm, yeah. More of that,” she said, trying to order him around.
    He smiled against her skin, then got to work blissing her out. With a breathy moan, she tipped her head back, arched her spine, asking for more. He gave it to her, engulfing her with his mouth, suckling until she became desperate, undulating beneath him. Her hips pressed up. He held her down and moved to her other breast.
    As he bathed her in heat, she gasped, “Rikar, come on. I need—”
    “And you’ll get it, love, but not yet.”
    Shifting up her body, he kissed her deep, letting her feel his desire. Tongues tangled, he hitched her knee around his hip, then left her mouth, tipping her chin up to expose her throat. Tasting her skin, he felt her energy swirl, reveled in her excitement and the heat of her response.
    Man, it wouldn’t take long. She was primed, on the verge of orgasm already, and as Rikar stroked over her pulse point, he took a sip, feeding himself, delighting her. She moaned his name. He sucked gently, measuring each beat of her heart as his own pounded.
    “After I have my taste, I’ll let you come.”
    Spread beneath him, her breath hitched on a sob. She rolled her hips into his, bathing him in slick heat…tempting him, trying to control the tempo. “No way. I want it now. Give it to me now.”
    “You gonna beg me?”
    She growled at him, impatient and pissed off. “Screw you.”
    “We’ll get there, angel,” he said, loving the control and her. “Now spread your legs, love. I need my taste.”
    With a growl, he slid down her body, laved her belly button, drawing out his pleasure, making her writhe. Pushing her thighs wide, Rikar settled between, holding her still, getting a contact high from her scent. She was beautiful here, too. Pink and slick. Hot and creamy. So aroused she took his breath away. But only for a second. And in the next? He spread her curls, dipped his chin, and without mercy, licked into her folds.
    His eyes rolled back in his head. Oh, fuck, she was good: hot, wet, and delicious. A feast for a starving male. Drinking his fill, Rikar worked her. Listened to her keen as he sucked the bud of her sex and slid one finger inside her.
    “Oh, God…yes. Like that…” Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, Angela tilted her hips, rolling on a wave of delight. “Just like that…Rikar!”
    He sent a second finger deep, stretching her, sucking hard. She arched, twisted beneath him, lips parting on a moan. He nipped her gently. Angela screamed, coming in a pulsing wave around him, blasting him with mind-numbing energy. Pleasure rocked him, then grabbed hold, hurling him sideways into oblivion. Unhinged. Enthralled. Addicted to Angela, needing inside, he surged between the spread of her thighs and thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt.
    She convulsed again. Wrapped her legs around his hips and begged him for more.
    Surround by her tight heat, his breath hitched as she clung to him, moved with him, using her body to milk his. Perfect.