19. Maggie

Chapter 19

Maggie

D avon loomed over me, his breath coming fast, his teal eyes glowing in the moonlight filtering in through the barred window. I could almost feel the thud of his heart, or maybe it was my own, slamming so loudly it filled the room with a wild rhythm. He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against mine. A whimper escaped me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions we'd been holding back. Fear, longing, and a love so intense it made my chest ache. His lips moved against mine, slow and gentle, but I could feel the hunger behind them, the need he was trying to keep leashed.

I understood his fear, his worry about hurting me. But I wanted this, wanted him. I needed to feel his body against mine, to experience everything he had to offer. I was ready to try; to explore this connection between us.

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. I smiled, trying to give him the reassurance he needed. His hands, so large and strong, trembled as he reached for the hem of my nightgown. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He pulled the gown over my head, his gaze never leaving mine.

Sitting up, he tugged off his tunic, revealing his broad, muscular chest. I sat up to trace the lines of definition, the scars that told stories of his past. He captured my hand, kissing my palm before releasing it to stand and remove his pants.

He was magnificent, every inch of him carved with muscle. And large, so very large. A shiver of anticipation mixed with a flicker of fear coursed through me. I trusted him. He'd be careful. He'd make this good for both of us.

“I have two cocks,” he said softly. “I know humans do not.”

“Two?” I gulped.

He shifted the erect large one to the side, revealing a much smaller, narrower cock. “This one loves your clit.”

“Then I love that cock already.”

“It will always find your clit, no matter what position we take.”

“How?”

“It stretches.”

I held out my arms. “Come show me.”

He joined me on the bed, his body half covering mine. I welcomed him with an open heart. His skin felt hot against mine, his weight comforting and arousing all at once. The hard length of him brushed against my calf, but he made no move to rush things.

His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, his passion sending light blazing through my mind. I arched against him, wanting more, needing so much more.

His lips left mine, trailing down the column of my throat, kissing every inch of skin as if I was sacred ground. I shivered with anticipation as his large hand stroked my breast, his touch gentle yet firm. I arched into his hand, a moan of need escaping my lips.

He paused, lifting his head to look at me with curiosity and wonder in his eyes. “Your breasts are so different from the females of my clan.” Awe filled his voice. “Theirs are flat, not round and full like yours. They nurse our young through tubes that project from that area, though honestly, I haven't seen this up close.”

I tried not to laugh because he was so solemn about this, so earnest. But I was on fire and only this male was going to be able to put the blaze out. I knew this in my heart. So I traced the outline of my breast with my fingers. “These are nipples.” I circled the hardened peaks. “When a woman has a baby, the infant sucks here to get milk. But it's also wonderful when a male sucks on them.”

He frowned. “Wonderful? You're sure about this?”

“Trust me.” Now I couldn't stop smiling. He was cute and endearing, so heartfelt about all this. But his curiosity and hesitancy came from his worry he'd do something wrong or painful. I knew this and that made my smile slide away .

His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “May I . . . May I taste them?” The reverence in his voice stunned me. He was so sweet, so innocent in his excitement, it made my heart swell with love for him.

“Please do.” I cupped his cheek, stroking my fingers down his neck to his chest. “I need you to taste them, lick them, suck on them.”

“Milk?”

“Only if I had a child. No milk now.” Yet. I suspected a yet belonged in that statement, but we'd start with sucking on nipples for the moment.

“It would be an honor.” He lowered his head, his lips capturing one taut nipple. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the peak. Heat shot through me, a moan escaping my lips. His head jerked up, and my nipple popped out of his mouth. “This is hurting you.”

“No, no. Don't stop. It feels amazing.”

“Ah.” His face cleared, though he frowned at my breast. “I want to make all of you feel amazing.”

“Do what you want with me, then, because I know it’ll feel good. I'm yours.”

With a growl, he sucked my nipple back into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and his tusks in a way that made flames lick across my bones. I bucked my hips up as if he was seated deep inside me and starting to move. Soon. Please, soon.

He groaned against my skin, his hand kneading my other breast, his thumb dragging back and forth across the nipple.

“You taste so sweet,” he said against my skin. “I could feast on you forever.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him closer. “Don't stop, Davon. Please don't stop.”

He continued to give my breasts attention, his mouth moving from one to the other, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him. His hand trailed down my side, over my hip, and to my thigh. He spread my legs gently, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I gasped, his touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I want to touch you, Maggie. I want to give you pleasure. Will you let me?”

“I want that more than anything.”

With a solemn nod, Davon's fingers glided between my legs, his touch gentle but sure. A groan reverberated against my skin as he found me wet and ready for him. His finger was thick and long, just like the rest of him, and as he slid it inside me, I arched up to meet him, a cry of need escaping my lips. I muffled it against his shoulder, not wanting to alert anyone to what we were doing. If the king hated seeing Davon being kind to me, I could only imagine how he'd behave if he saw this.

But I wouldn't ask Davon to stop. I couldn't ask him to stop. I needed this bonding moment.

He continued to suck on my nipples, his mouth moving from one to the other, as his finger began to pump in and out of me. His thumb found my clit, circling it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I was aroused in a way I never had been before, every nerve ending alight with desire.

“You're tight, Maggie,” he said against my skin. “Wet. I need to taste you.”

I moaned at his words, the thought of his mouth on me sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. He kissed his way down my belly, his hands spreading my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a hunger that made my heart race.

“I'm going to suck on your clit, Maggie,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I'm going to make you come. Will you do that for me?”

I nodded, my hands fisting the sheets as anticipation roared through my veins. “Please.” Oh, yes, please.

He gave me a slow, tusky smile that promised pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. He lowered his head, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I shivered, my body tensing as I waited for that first touch of his mouth.

When it came, it was soft and gentle, a mere flick against my clit. I gasped, my hips jerking upward, seeking more. He chuckled, gripping my hips to hold me still.

“Patience, love.” The heat of his breath sent shivers across my skin. “I want you to hold still while I savor you.”

My tentative lover had turned alpha, and I welcomed this new facet of his personality.

He began to lick and suck, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside me. I moaned, my hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer. He groaned, the vibrations shooting shockwaves of pleasure deep inside me.

His finger continued to pump in and out of me while his tongue worked its magic on my clit. Tension built inside me, the pressure increasing as he drove me higher and higher.

“Davon,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release. “I'm close. So close.”

He growled, his fingers moving faster, his tongue lashing against my clit.

I cried out, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. He continued to lick, drawing out my orgasm until I collapsed back onto the bed, my body limp and sated.

He looked up at me with a satisfied smile on his lips. “I could feast on you forever.”

I smiled back at him, my heart filled with love for this amazing male. “I'd let you. I love you, Davon.”

His eyes softened, his smile turning tender. “I love you too. More than anything in this world.”

He rose up over me and kissed me before dropping down beside me and wrapping me in his arms. His stiff cock prodded the back of my legs, and even that simple touch sparked a new fire inside me.

“I should go,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder.

I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his big cock. “No, I think you need to push this gorgeous beast deep inside me and let the smaller one find my clit.”