by Mina Carter
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rayne left her mouth, sliding down her body, kissing every inch he could reach. He had to taste her, had to draw as much of her into him as possible. The scent of her arousal was driving him crazy. Both man and dragon wanted to taste every inch of her center, enjoy every orgasm Rayne could wring out of her.
He would only stop when she was swollen, tender, and completely spent. Then and only then would he sink into the paradise that was his mate. Fill every inch of her. Feel her pussy contract around him. Be one with her… body and soul.
Holding on by a thread, the need to be deep inside her driving his every action, he slipped his hand under the waistband of her pajama pants. The curly hairs at the top of her mound tickled the tips of his fingers. Moving lower, the heat of her arousal scorched them.
Her pants limited his access. Slowly pulling them over her hips, he kissed and caressed, vowing to keep her naked for all time. Once she was completely bare, ready to devour, he lifted his head and their eyes met.
He was humbled. Her absolute belief that what they were doing was right shone brightly from her eyes. He had her complete trust, even if she had no clue why. His body and his dragon begged him to take her before he embarrassed himself like a randy teenager.
“Rayne…” That one word held such feeling, such passion. He was lost, at her mercy for all time. There would be no other.
“Hold on for me, baby. I have to taste you. Okay?”
She bit her bottom lip, looking shy for the first time since they’d met, before giving a single nod.
“Kyndel, do you want me to stop?” Although stopping would probably kill him, he’d do whatever she needed.
It took only a second for her to shake her head and mouth the word, ‘No’. He needed no further invitation. Scooting down between her heavenly thighs, tasting the soft sweet skin at her hips, he became lightheaded.
She was full and curvy, everything a woman should be. He placed first one leg, then the other, lovingly over his shoulders, and simply drank in the decadence that was his Kyndel. Immediately intoxicated from the heady scent of her arousal, he licked all around her outer lips, leaving no area untouched.
Her hands tore at his hair. Sweet moans fell from her lips. His resolve to go slow tested to its breaking point. She was by far the biggest temptation he’d ever experienced... and also the sweetest. Slowing to regain his control, he took a deep breath, slowly blowing his exhale against her swollen clit. Kyndel pulled his hair, mewling at the delicate stimulation.
The proof of her arousal glistened in the curly red hair surrounding her pussy. Rayne could no longer resist. Pushing his tongue between her swollen lips as deeply as he could, his heart skipped a beat as her taste exploded on his tongue. Flashes of light and swirls of color burst behind his eyelids from just one taste of her honey.
One finger joined his tongue, tormenting her aroused flesh. Quickly, he added another. Alternating between first tongue and then fingers, pumping in and out, driving her higher and higher, never giving her tender flesh a moment without stimulation, Rayne lapped at the juices that ran from her.
Kyndel was one breath from the point of no return when he pulled back, separated her outer lips with his fingers, and drove his tongue as far into her as he could reach with one steady thrust. Her back bowed off the couch, her thighs tightened around his head, and she screamed his name.
“RAYNE!”
He smiled against her skin, continuing to fuck her with his tongue while teasing her clit with his thumb. Placing his tongue flat on the bottom of her slit, he licked slowly all the way to her clit, sucking the engorged nub between his teeth, nipping lightly. She ground her hips against his face. He ate at her pussy until her head was thrashing side to side. She was speaking in tongues and about to pull his hair out at the roots.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he bit down with intent, thrusting his fingers into her wanting channel, and curling the tips to reach the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. Kyndel came with such force he had to work hard to catch all the honey that poured from her pussy. He petted and suckled as she slowly came back to earth. Her sweet sigh of contentment brought a smile to his face.
“Rayne…”
“Yes, ce’adsearc.”
“That was… that was… amazing.” Her voice just a breath on the wind as she laid still, completely relaxed, eyes still closed.
Positioning his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy, he rubbed the tip of his swollen head against the clit that still peeked out from her puffy pink lips. Slowly pushing into her, he stopped when just the head of his cock lay inside her. Pushing forward, inch by inch, he teased them both until they were panting, their skin slick with sweat.
Once seated all the way inside her, his cock positioned at the base of her womb, he held still, savoring the way her body contracted around his pulsing cock. He knew without a doubt he could stay locked inside her forever. Unfortunately, he could no longer remain still. Their passion climbed higher, searching for release… a release he could not deny.
Slowly pulling out of her until he was within an inch of slipping from the heaven that was his mate, he pushed back in. Looking to where their bodies were joined in the most intimate of ways, he watched as his cock moved in and out of her, glistening with her juices. Their rhythm increased. She met him stroke for stroke, reaching for her release.
Rayne leaned forward, palmed her breasts, pulling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, teasing them to even harder peaks. Kyndel threw her head back, her moans reverberating off the walls of her home. There were no words to describe his mate in the throes of passion. Just the sight of her had him close to losing control. He needed her to come one more time before he emptied into her.
Releasing one of her nipples, he reached between them, rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb. Her pussy squeezed him tighter. He thrust in and out faster and faster until she was screaming her release and milking his cock with such force he thought the top of his head would surely fly off.
Rayne gave Kyndel no respite from his sensual assault. He plunged into her harder and faster, gripping her hips to keep her from bumping her head into the arm of the couch. His balls drew tight against his body, his cock growing even thicker and harder.
“Look at me, mo ghra’,” Rayne commanded.
Her eyes snapped to his at the same time he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. They exploded together, screaming each other’s name. Rayne collapsed forward, holding most of his weight on his forearms, continuing to slide slowly in and out of her. Every touch caused mini contractions in her pussy to tease his slowly softening cock.
When their heart rates began to slow, he rolled them over so that she was pillowed across his chest. He loved the feel of her naked body against his.
“I have never felt anything like that.” Her voice was little more than a whisper against his chest.
“Me neither, ce’adsearc, me neither.”
Kyndel drew patterns in the hair on his chest. Rayne loved the feel of her hands on his body. Even though their lovemaking had been complete and unlike anything he’d ever experienced, he could feel his cock rising again.
She moved, her leg brushing against his growing erection. Her head popped up, her lips in the shape of an ‘O’.
“Again?” she questioned with wide eyes.
Rayne pulled her up his body and crushed his mouth to her as his answer. A kiss of raw passion and possession, a branding with his very lips. His tongue swept into her mouth, taking control of her breathing. Rayne’s hands moved down her body, gripping her perfectly round ass.
Kyndel moaned into his mouth. It was all the encouragement he needed. He lifted her butt, positioning her so she straddled the tops of his thighs. Sliding his hand between her ass cheeks until he reached her wet, swollen center, his fingers entered her from behind and began to swirl in and out of her as her juices once again flowed.
He kissed his way down her jaw and once again
found that little sweet spot behind her ear. Her pussy contracted around his fingers as he sucked and bit down on that sensitive skin. Her legs slid to either side of his hips, dislodging his fingers from her pussy. She moaned at the loss, but immediately began to roll her hips, grinding against his hardened length. With every roll, the head of his cock bumped her clit. He watched the flush spread across her chest and work its way down her body with every touch. Her nails dug into his chest. She threw her head back in ecstasy, speaking in some intelligible language. Kyndel rode him with complete abandon. It was the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen.
Her lovely breasts swaying in his face was a torment he could no longer take. Lifting his head, pulling her chest to his mouth, he sucked as much of her tantalizing flesh into his mouth as would fit. He worried her hardened peak with his tongue and teeth and switched to the other until her hands were once again in his hair and she was moaning his name.
“Oh, God, Rayne. More… please… more,” she begged.
He could deny her nothing. Leaning back, he slid his body down just a fraction, lifted his hips, and drove his throbbing cock into her welcoming channel, entering her with such force he touched the bottom of her womb.
Kyndel fell forward, grabbed his shoulders, and sunk her nails into his skin so hard he knew she drew blood. His excitement was driven higher at her total loss of control.
“Rayne… oh God… RAYNE!”
Kyndel screamed her release as Rayne thrust in and out of her, bringing her down from one climax while building the next. With each stroke of his cock, her vagina closed tighter around him. She looked at him with an expression of complete abandon and total satisfaction. His chest puffed with pride.
I put that look on her face.
Feelings he hadn’t known he could possess threatened to overtake him. He thought his proudest day had been when he was accepted into the Dragon Guard, but that was a pale memory compared to pleasing his mate.
Kyndel simply stared. A vision… completely naked, haloed by the dawn peeking through the blinds, riding him like a cowgirl. He’d never seen anything more spectacular. She bent forward, laid a gentle kiss to his lips, causing his heart to seize in his chest.
This woman will be the death of me… but what a way to go.
He rocked slowly in and out of her, in absolutely no hurry to leave the warmth of his mate. Their slow dance to the music of their heartbeats and the sounds of their bodies moving in unison continued. He felt the walls of her pussy contracting around him again.
Kyndel closed her eyes. “This is heaven.”
He swiveled his hips as he moved in and out of her, rubbing all the sensitive spots he now knew made her writhe in pleasure.
“Oh, oh, oh… Rayne.”
She rotated her hips in the opposite direction of his as she rode down his length. Their intricate lap dance made it hard for him to think. She leaned forward, her hands landing on his chest and mewled, “Oh God… yes… oh, oh, yes.”
“That’s it, ta’ mo chroi istigh, take what you need.”
He moved faster, angling himself against her change in position so that every sweep of his cock pushed his swollen head against the bundle of nerves that sent her passion into overload. Their slow burn erupted into a forest fire. Their heavy breathing, the slap of their bodies coupled with their moans of pleasure bounced off the walls of Kyndel’s apartment.
She pushed, sitting straight up, just the tips of her fingers still pushing against his chest. The change in position was all they needed. Their eyes locked and from one heartbeat to the next, they were screaming their release.
Kyndel collapsed, boneless and replete across his chest. He listened to her fight to catch her breath, felt her heart beat in sync with his, and didn’t even try to stop the smile that crossed his lips.
This is the first of many my love… the first of many.
CHAPTER NINE
She fought hard just to catch her breath. Then realized Mr. Macho Man wasn’t having an easy time of it either. His arms came around her, locking her securely in place. Her heart clenched. She felt cherished. Kyndel knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that nothing bad would ever happen to her as long as Rayne was around. She closed her eyes, reveling in a feeling she hadn’t felt since before her parents passed away… the feeling of truly belonging.
It was powerful and she’d only known him a few hours. She refused to believe it could be love. But the feeling of coming home, of unconditional acceptance and belonging was undeniable. She also knew as well as she knew her own name, nothing would ever be the same. What had just happened between them had changed the course of her life.
Completely satiated, content to let the worries that usually would have her freaked out to wait, she cuddled farther into his chest. Sex had never been anything like what she’d just experienced with Rayne… twice.
Was this the difference between having sex and making love?
Oh, shit! Where did that thought come from? Shoo! Go away!
She’d thought she knew what an orgasm was, but now it was clear she had not. It was utter bliss with Rayne, and Kyndel was determined to enjoy every second of it.
“What are you thinking so hard about, my little a chumann?”
“Nothing,” she lied. “Just enjoying this moment, right here, right now… with you.”
Kyndel propped her chin on her hand and looked at the man who had given her more pleasure in the last hour than she’d experienced in all of her twenty-six years. The smug smirk on his lips made her ask, “Pretty satisfied with yourself, huh?” She cocked one eyebrow for effect.
Rayne chuckled. His chest vibrated. Her nipples perked up and her pussy clenched. She worked hard not to let her eyes cross at the scintillating sensations. He rubbed lazy circles up and down her spine, every caress pushing her aching breasts against his taut chest. More delicious friction. Her hips moved against his stomach.
“Does my mo ghra’ need her m’fhi’orghra’ again?” he breathed into her ear.
Kyndel pulled back and looked Rayne in the eye. “Did you slip me a mickey or something? I’ve never been like this in my entire life. I mean, I like sex. I’m not a nun or anything.” She chuckled. “But I’m in no way promiscuous, either. I usually don’t even kiss on the first date. What is it about you? I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I’m comfortable with you.” She shook her head slightly and sighed. “And I’m not comfortable with anyone until I completely know them. But you’re different, and no matter how I try to deny it, I can’t.” She stopped and looked away, unsure if she should finish her thought. She decided to go for it. “And what’s worse? I don’t want to deny it.”
“Why is that bad, ce’adsearc?”
“I’m not saying it is bad… necessarily. I’m saying it’s confusing. I got up this morning…” She stopped and thought before continuing, “Or I guess it was yesterday morning, ate my cereal, got dressed, went to work, put up with the bullshit, got off work, and headed home. Was scared half out of my mind, tripped over you, and now here we are. It’s a lot to take in, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “I can see why you would think so.”
“And I’m not even going to think about how badly you were hurt and how quickly you healed. I know Granny’s ointment is good, but not that good.” She once again leveled that one raised eyebrow look at him. She wanted to intimidate him, but the grin he was trying to hide said she was failing… miserably.
Kyndel felt the muscles under her hands bunch and recognized the gleam in Rayne’s eyes. He meant to distract her again, and as good as that sounded, she really needed to get some answers from Mr. Sexy as Sin. After all, he’d promised.
Hopping off Rayne, she deposited herself on the far end of the couch with her back against the arm. Only when the gleam in Rayne’s eyes turned to heat did she realize she was sitting there completely naked, her arms crossed under her breasts, displaying them like an offering to the man that could set her pulse to thundering with just a look
.
What the hell is the matter with me?
She never sat around naked. No one ever saw her without at least an oversized T-shirt on, and here she was displaying her ample body for the man that was her kryptonite. He was definitely seeing his fill. If his erection, which was growing longer and harder by the second was any indication, he was enjoying the view. She snatched one of Granny’s handmade afghans off the back of the couch and tucked it around her, successfully covering her nudity.
Rayne lifted his eyebrow and stared, mimicking her action from just a moment ago. He laughed aloud when she rolled her eyes, then crossed his arms over his chest. She chuckled, letting him know she wasn’t intimidated either. They sat staring.
Tired of their staring contest, Kyndel began to blurt out the questions that had been running through her head since she agreed to bring a total stranger into her home.
“Why do I feel so comfortable with you, Rayne? Why do I feel like I’ve known you my whole life? What is it that pulls me to you? This,” she motioned between them, “is not normal. I’ve never felt this with anyone before. Not even my family. What is it about you that I find so irresistible?”
She spoke faster and faster as she asked all the questions that were plaguing her. All the questions she’d promised herself, just moments ago, not to worry about. Gasping for breath when she finally finished, Kyndel stared at her mystery man, waiting for her answers.
He was just about to answer when his brow furrowed and he looked away. She waited and waited and…
CHAPTER TEN
Rayne took a deep breath and thought for a moment, looking directly into Kyndel’s expressive eyes, every emotion displayed for him to see and learn. It was his job to answer her questions, to reassure her everything would be all right. Better than all right, it was going to be heaven. All he had to do was make her listen without completely freaking out, or worse, calling the authorities before he could make her see reason. Prepared for the most important conversation of his life, Rayne opened his mouth to speak just as Lance’s voice sounded in his head.
