By the look in her eyes, I knew she had changed her mind.
11
Cherry
Foolish or not, I didn’t want to let Cezar leave. The real reason I was treating him so mean was because I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and everyone knew the only way for that to end was immolation.
I wanted him. I wanted him but I didn’t want to want him. I’d never in my life been touched or kissed the way he touched and kissed me and my body responded by heating to the intensity of an inferno. I was completely out of control when he was near and I hated that. But, I loved it, too.
I stood at the top of my stairs, looking down at him, well, over at him since he was so tall we were almost at eye level. A part of me wanted to keep the door closed and lock him safely out of my life. The keyword there was safely. It was so tempting to remain safely cocooned in the modest life I’d built. Cezar threatened that. The other part of me was drawn to his passion, his danger, his fire.
I had promised myself to turn a new page, specifically where the issue of my virginity was concerned, and as though the universe heard me loud and clear, there was my chance, standing across form me staring at me under the moonlit sky with eyes full of a ferocious hunger. A hot, hunky, sexy, irresistible chance.
If he hadn’t changed his mind, that was. I opened my mouth to ask him if he still wanted me, but Cezar took the few stairs in one giant step and was in front of me in a split second grasping my face in his hands, dropping his head to mine, teasing me with his soft, velvety lips while his tongue invaded my mouth bold and demanding.
My back hit the door. Slipping his hands down to my ass, he easily lifted me into his arms and held the bottom of my thighs. We clung together like perfectly snug-fitting puzzle pieces. He walked us into my house and didn’t even pull away from my mouth to shut the door.
“Bedroom.” His voice was rough and husky.
The angel on my shoulder was whispering that maybe I should slow things down. I didn’t know anything about Cezar. He was a complete stranger and possibly an obsessive stalker and, if so, I might be fanning flames. Instead, the devil on my other shoulder was rooting on behalf of my sex-starved body which was aching for the man whose passion enveloped me and turned me on like I’ve never been turned on before. “To the right.”
With my thighs locked around his waist, he turned right and carried me to my bedroom without removing his mouth from mine. Only when we bumped into the table in my hallway did he break away and pepper kisses down my neck. “You taste so delicious.”
I buried my hands in his hair and held on through the torturous pleasure. My whole body felt like lava was flowing through my veins. The spots on my neck where his lips had been still burned and sent chills snaking up and down my spine. A tornado of sensations whirled through me. I was finally going to know what the whole sex thing was about and I wanted to. I wanted it so badly.
Cezar raked his teeth over my collar bone and growled. “Remove your clothing.”
In response to his demand, I dropped my legs and slid down his body. Once my feet were on solid ground, I tugged the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. I shoved my pants down and stood in front of him in just my bra and panties. It wasn’t so much confidence that filled me as it was the desperate need to feel more of his touch on more of my skin.
He moaned low in his throat and ripped his own shirt over his head. So much tanned muscle came into view that I felt my mouth water. A swath of blonde chest hair decorated his chest and then in a thin line, led down to disappear into his pants.
“Take off your breast covering.”
“Take off your pants.”
One side of his mouth quirked up in a crooked grin. “You’re much more than an innocent little librarian, aren’t you, my mate?”
I’d been unhooking my bra, but I froze when he said that. Casually, like it was no big deal, I let the bra drop and freed my breasts.
“Actually…I’m a virgin. It’s not a big deal, though. I don’t want it to be a big deal, okay?”
He toed off his shoes and pushed his pants down and kicked them off before standing back up and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I know you are. And it is a big deal. I will be careful with you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t need careful.”
Cezar took my hand and placed it over his erection. “You will need careful.”
My eyes went wide at his enormous size. “Oh, I don’t know if that there’s gonna fit in this here. Um, well, careful is good, then.”
He caught the band of my panties with his thumbs and pulled them down, dropping to his knees in front of me. I sucked in a sharp breath and reached for anything to keep me stable on my feet. I ended up with my hands locked in his hair which had, by then, been pulled free from the ponytail it had been in at the start of the evening.
“You smell so incredible. I cannot resist your tempting aroma any longer.” To make his point, he buried his face between my legs and inhaled.
I gasped and tried to move away, but he gripped my hips hard and held me steady. “Cezar…”
He raised his head and met my gaze. His was hot and intense. “I need to taste you, my Cherry.”
“I never—”
He buried his face again and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder to spread me wider. I balanced precariously and then nearly melted when I felt the first flick of his tongue across my most sensitive area. The way he delved in, threatened to knock me over from the wild sensation of his hot mouth on me.
His tongue slipped lower and dipped between my folds, swirling as it went. Then, he treated me to long swipes, up and down that threatened to buckle my knees. His dusting of stubble was rough against my thighs and lower lips, and it added to the wild feelings he was awakening in me. With my hands locked in his hair, I found myself pulling his mouth harder into me. I was unrestrained. When his tongue plunged even deeper, I arched my back and yanked harder at his hair. It was as though his tongue was everywhere all at once, tantalizing every sensitive nerve ending.
“Cezar…” I moaned his name and swayed as I felt a buildup occurring. Tension, strung tighter and tighter, building until it was almost painful. All my muscles contracting, my heart pounding, I felt like I’d die before I reached the pinnacle.
Then, mercifully, Cezar’s mouth closed over my clit and he sucked. His teeth scraped sides of the oversensitive bud and I came with a loud, uninhibited scream. The pounding heat in my veins replaced the tension and flowed to my pulsing, quivering core. My toes curled into the rug under my feet and I gasped for breath as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Even through the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced, I wasn’t satiated. The pulsing became searching...for something, someone. No, not someone, Cezar.
“Cezar, more. Please.”
He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced and landed on top of my throw pillows. They propped me up enough that I could easily watch as Cezar pushed his briefs down and then stood before me, naked and glorious. Tall, tan, muscled, and surprisingly sun kissed, his erect cock stood out proudly in front of him. He was beautiful.
“You taste like the sweetest nectar when you climax.” He pulled one knee up on the bed and took his much larger than average member in his hand. “Everything about you makes me hard, Cherry.”
Still trembling, I pulled myself to my knees and reached my shaky hands out to take a hold of him. As I touched his sex, I felt a pulse of desire so strong that it took my breath away. Thick and heavy, he was surprisingly hard, like steel, yet silky smooth. The veins that stood out sent shivers down my spine as my fingers trailed over them. I wasn’t even embarrassed that it was the first time that I’d ever touched a man that way. “Can I?”
He groaned and shook his head. “I can’t control myself right now, Cherry.”
Feeling reckless, I shrugged. “Don’t, then.”
12
Cezar
My sweet l
ittle mate looked anything but innocent as she gazed up at me with her big brown eyes only slightly hidden behind her dark-rimmed glasses. Her dark, curly hair was falling down around her shoulders and breasts. She looked like a siren. A siren who would forevermore lure me to her with her call.
I was struggling to keep my beast in check. I had to remember that Cherry was a human and a virgin. I would need to be gentle with her, and proceed slowly. It would not be easy. I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock into her and feel her pulsate around me as I sank my teeth into her neck and tasted her sweet life force.
Cherry had other ideas, though. She crouched forward on her elbows and looked up at me, her ass completely in the air in a way I was sure she did not even realize was torture for me to look at while I struggled to maintain control. “Tell me if this is no good.”
I raised an eyebrow and was about to ask what she was referring to when she ran her tongue over the head of my cock. All my blood instantly surged to that very spot to meet her tongue. My hands were balled tightly into fists at my side. I had to blink a few times to make sure I was still standing there on the Earth. “W-what are you doing, little mate?”
She took my cock past her lips and the soft walls of her mouth encased me like warm velvet, sliding over me inch by inch. Then, she retracted her mouth with a suctioning, and I almost followed her with my hips. “I mean, I’ve never done it before and I don’t really know how, but I’m attempting to give you a blow job. Is it terrible?”
“Terrible? It is…amazing.” My eyes crossed as she took me into her mouth again. A blow job, she’d said. I’d read about such things, but while reading about it, I’d thought it was strange. We had no such act in our old world. Having Cherry doing it to me was mind altering. Not strange at all—wonderful.
She stroked the bottom of my cock with her tongue and sucked and stroked the rest of me with her mouth while one of her hands wrapped around my shaft. I watched as her full lips dragged along my dick. I would not be able to withstand much more.
“Cherry, stop.”
She pulled away and pouted at me. “Sorry. It’s no good, is it?”
I shook my head, in awe. “No…no. I mean yes! Yes! It is good. It is very, very good! I have never felt such pleasure.”
She tilted her head to the side and made a face. “What do you mean?”
“That…I…it does not matter. I am grateful. You have honored me by giving me such pleasure. But I have other plans for you.” To show her what I meant, I lifted her into my arms and kissed her, tasting the mix of the both of us as our tongues tangled. “I wish to mate you properly. I wish to enter you.”
She shivered and nodded her head. “Yes, please.”
Something about the way she said please spoke to my baser dragon instincts. My pretty little mate was begging, or close enough to begging to spur a surge of animalistic frenzy.
My arms tightened around her and I clamped my mouth on her neck, sucking the tender skin over her pulsing vein. “Say please again,” I growled.
Her nails scored my back and her body quivered against mine, her hard nipples brushed over my chest hair. “Cezar…pleeeease.”
I pushed her back on the bed and moved over her. Bracing myself on my arms, looking down at her, I felt my world shift. I would have given the female beneath me anything in the world, and she was begging for me. My dragon demanded that I take her hard and fast—mark her, sink my teeth into her tender skin and lick away the droplets of blood that spilled.
But, she was delicate and I put all my focus into reining in my true nature to appease hers. I forced myself to slow down and take my time, trailing kisses over her neck and shoulders, ravishing her breasts with my tongue, rolling her nipples between my lips. and nibbling at her rib cage until she begged me again. It was a slow, exquisite torture for both of us.
“Please, in me. In me, now.” Cherry flung her head back and forth, writhing under me, her soft curves rubbing up against me.
I kissed back up to her mouth and held her gaze. “Assure me that you want this.”
“I want this. Please.”
Kissing her, I slowly guided my shaft into her. She was so tight, I thought I’d die before I was fully inside of her. Cherry’s sweet core milked me, her pulse raced, her breathing became erratic as I slid farther into her, inch by inch. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, locking on, and moaned into my kiss. Halfway in, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed hard and broke the rest of the way in, in one stroke. I moaned in pleasure as my world narrowed to the female beneath me on that bed. My female.
Cherry broke away from the kiss and sank her teeth into my shoulder, muffling a scream. Her core throbbed around me and her body flooded with even more of her natural juices as she came.
The bite of her small, blunt-tipped teeth set me off. I withdrew my shaft slowly and thrust back in quickly, burying it again. I gripped her ass in one hand, holding her still while I pistoned in and out. The sweet nectar of her orgasm, the scent of our copulating permeating the room, was more intoxicating than any brew of Armand’s. Yet, I needed more. I didn’t stop until I was hearing her scream my name, urging me—begging me—not to stop while I sucked and kissed her breasts and then the skin of her neck where I longed to mark her. I desperately wanted her to wear my claiming mark, but I knew she wasn’t ready. So, I settled on sucking on her skin, marking her the way a human mate might do.
Cherry’s body clenched around me again and again, meeting my cock with a deliciously tight squeeze every time I plunged into her. When she kissed me, she nibbled, her teeth biting down on my lower lip and then she pulled back to gaze into my eyes. The heat and desire in her gaze was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She bit her bottom lip when I shifted my hips and entered her at a different angle, stroking her in a higher place, a place that set her off again. A place that I would commit to memory. “Yes, Cezar!”
I couldn’t help the proud grin I flashed before lowering my mouth to hers. Pleasure built in me, higher and higher, until I could feel my entire body tighten. I wanted her to orgasm again, with me, so I reached between us and brushed my fingers over her little button of nerves.
Cherry bit my lip, accidentally that time, and dug her nails into my back. Her walls tightened around me until I wasn’t sure I could move another inch, and then she screamed my name in a way I’d longed to hear my entire life. I watched the chords of muscle in her throat work, clenching and releasing, as she screamed. My entire body stilled with that sight and my seed released into her in hot throbbing jets.
I buried my face between her breasts and scraped my teeth along her tightly puckered chocolate nipples. I wanted so desperately to mark her. Instead, I dug my fingers into the sheets beside her head. A part of my soul found its home in Cherry.
We both stayed where we were, trembling and holding onto each other. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was still hard and she was probably sore. I wanted her again, but I had already been rougher than I’d intended. My priority was to care for her and I could wait.
But, when I tried to pull out of her, Cherry moaned softly and stroked her hand down my back to cup my ass. I lifted my head and studied her as she gazed back up at me, a sort of awe-filled confusion in her eyes as they moved over my face. That look was quickly replaced by lust.
“I fear that I might hurt you, Cherry.”
Her slick, tight core squeezed me and her already flushed cheeks burned brighter. “You’re still hard.”
“Because, you are the sexiest female I have ever seen.”
She rolled her eyes but gasped when I cupped her chin and rocked my hips against hers. She tried to look away, but I held her steady. “What—”
“You don’t believe me.”
“No.”
I rolled us over and groaned when her sweet thighs settled on either side of my hips. “Then I will prove it to you.”
13
Cherry
I gripped the book tighter in my hands and stared bli
ndly across the library and into thin air. Something didn’t make sense to me and I was determined to figure it out. I could still picture Cezar’s face from the night before, slowly changing and morphing even as I watched. Golden veins had appeared under his skin, his green eyes had glowed an even brighter green, and even his teeth had seemed to increase in length. Not just his teeth. I was still sore and walking with a slight hitch to my step because, as if he wasn’t big enough already, when he got closer to orgasming, his shaft had grown, too. It all sounded completely crazy, or it would have if I hadn’t been there to witness it for myself. But I had been and I knew what I saw. And felt.
I probably should have been freaked out or scared, but the whole thing had been so beautiful. Even as his skin rippled with what looked like green scales, I was entranced by him. I hadn’t been able to stop needing more, either. He indulged me two more times before he’d refused because he could already see the way I moved was achy and stiff. I’d been like a fiend. A nympho. Which was maybe the oddest thing of all since sex wasn’t something that I’d ever really cared about before. I’d certainly never craved it to nymphomaniacal heights.
I’d always heard that the first time was supposed to be awkward and uncomfortable. Nothing about sex with Cezar could be described that way. And I just couldn’t get enough of him.
I forced myself to look back down at the book. As I skimmed the pages, I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for or where to find it. I was holding a cheap shifter romance novel, something we didn’t even keep on the library shelves. It was from one of my bookcases at home. I’d grabbed it before running out that morning. I knew it was crazy, but I had this theory…well, something about Cezar hadn’t been normal, I was certain. I turned pages and looked for clues in the sex scenes of the book. Maybe, he wasn’t even human.
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