32. Peter

32

PETER

P eter lowered Marina to the bed and waited for her to pull the blanket over her before taking her towel to dry himself.

When he was done, he dropped the towel on the floor and joined her on the bed. Pulling her close against his body, he rubbed his hands over her back and then cupped her lush bottom.

She felt so fragile, and it dawned on him that even if his venom kept her alive much longer than normal for a human, it wouldn't make her immortal, and she could get hurt.

He would never stop worrying about her.

The solution was simple. She should never leave the village. When surrounded by immortals, Marina was safe.

The distressing thoughts made him deflate, but as her hand closed around his cock, it inflated in no time to its former glory. A few more up and down strokes, and he would explode all over her hand.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he wanted to come inside of her.

Shifting on top of Marina, Peter took her mouth in a gentle kiss that soon turned into more and had her moaning softly and undulating under him. He let go of her mouth only to slide down and pay attention to her perky nipples.

Marina liked a little sting with her lovemaking, but Peter was in a mood for sweet and gentle, so he lapped at each turgid nub while palming her small breasts with his hands.

She arched her back, her moan sounding more like a demand than an expression of pleasure, and he knew that he needed to give her what she wanted, or she wouldn't be pleased.

He took one nipple between his lips and sucked it hard, then let go and moved to the other. She threaded her fingers in his hair, encouraging him to do more, but he had other plans. With a little nip to each nipple, he slid further down until his nose was right where he wanted it to be.

"My favorite nectar." He took in a long breath and then speared his tongue into her opening.

As Marina gasped and lifted her bottom, he slid his palms under it and cupped each cheek, holding her up and open for his delight.

When he pressed two fingers into her and lashed at her clit with his tongue, Marina let out a deep, throaty moan and tugged on his hair. "I need you inside of me."

Lifting his head, he chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Now."

He liked it when she got bossy. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was sexy as hell.

Surging up, he took her mouth and aligned his shaft with her entrance at the same time.

He pushed, and as the head glided effortlessly through her wetness, he lost it, growling into her mouth as he pushed all the way inside her with one powerful thrust.

Marina gasped, and he forced himself to hold still for a moment. She was human, and he needed to be in control, or he would hurt her.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me hard."

Fates, he loved when she talked dirty to him.

Nevertheless, he wasn't going to obey her command and hurt her. Moving slowly, he was careful not to surge all the way, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow.

"Peter, please." She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

Increasing the tempo gradually, he was struggling to remain in control, and soon he was pounding into her fast and hard.

When her sheath convulsed around him, and his seed rose in his shaft, he licked his favorite spot on her neck and hissed, biting her at the same time he erupted.

She cried out, and the small muscles in her sheath fluttered around his cock, again and again, as she climaxed once, twice, three times.

When he finally was spent and she lay motionless under him with a euphoric expression on her beautiful face, he wrapped his arms around her, rolled them both on their sides, and pulled the blanket over them.

He couldn't stay long, but he needed a few more minutes of bliss with the love of his life.