Free Ensnared by the Dream Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox

tip.
     
    He tasted better than she remembered.  More intense, supremely male.  He tensed, his belly jerking as she sucked the mushroomed tip inside her mouth.  Rubbing her hand up and down his engorged length, barely moving his almost too tight skin, she lubricated him with her tongue.  Nibbling him like a confection, she knew she did as he wished when he groaned and clutched her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
     
    She smiled against him, suckling, nibbling with lips, flicking her tongue, massaging him with her hand.  He went rigid, thighs flexing as his cock jerked violently in her mouth, gushing seed.  She swallowed it, not knowing what else to do, exulting at having brought him fulfillment, at having him vulnerable to the suckle of her mouth.
     
    He groaned her name, tightening his hand in her hair to force her head back.  He moved on his knees, pushing her to the floor.
     
    “I crave sustenance as you’ve begot from my loins,” he murmured, dragging himself down her body.
     
    Her belly spasmed when he lifted her skirts, exposing her bare legs.  Her pantalettes had been ruined beyond repair.  He looked at her from above, his eyes glittering with dark, male intent as he dipped his head between her thighs.
     
    She flushed with embarrassment, expecting disgust, repulsion by her nakedness.  She was far fallen from grace, a wanton in his eyes.
     
    She was shocked to the core when his hot breath fanned over her mound.  Her heart lodged in her throat, threatening to choke her.  She strangled on a gasp, jerking as his lips closed over her clit with unerring accuracy.
     
    “My lord, no!” she cried, trying to close her legs—too little, too late.
     
    He pried her legs from his cheeks, splaying her wide, his fingers near bruising.  “Will you, nil you, I’ll taste the honey of your body.  Dare you deny your want of me?” he said, his voice harsh, breath hot.  He flicked his tongue down, down into her hole.
     
    “Please!” she cried, writhing as he plunged that wet, rough spear of flesh into her opening.  She didn’t know whether she protested or encouraged.
     
    He curled it inside her, striking a spot that erupted in instant pleasure.  She bucked against his mouth, wanting to writhe away but needing to get closer.
     
    He moved inside her, spiking her need.  Just as she felt her orgasm closing in, he withdrew, nuzzling her swollen lips.
     
    “Do you want me?” he said, rubbing her mound with his thumbs, massaging her thighs with his fingers.
     
    She trembled all over, so close to climax.  She clawed her way up from the fog of arousal, until she could think of an answer to his question.  She couldn’t admit it.  She had to remember he was in danger.  “No,” she said past the thickness of her throat, her tongue and lips feeling swollen with want, the need to be kissed.
     
    “Perhaps I should cease…,” he murmured before nibbling her clit.  Pulling at the bud, he plucked it with his lips, making the nerves ripple with impending release.
     
    “No!” she cried, wanting to clutch him, admit her desire to cease the games and allow herself to love him and be loved.
     
    He moved a hand, parting her lips to thrust one tapered digit inside her.  He pushed another in, curling them into that most sensitive spot, evoking a torrent of feeling.  “You want me.  You want this as much as I.”
     
    She shook her head, trying to deny him, at least this once.  She had to stay strong.  She had to save him, save herself.
     
    He buried his face in her cleft, consuming her with a ravenous hunger.  His lips and tongue and fingers seemed everywhere, deep inside her, teasingly across every surface.  He brought her to the edge again, until her hips rose from the floor, and then he backed off, cooling her with his breath.
     
    He repeated the torture, asking the same questions again and again, until she was mindless with want.  She lost all sense of time.
     
    Her womb and belly cramped