16. Brandon

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brANDON

T he contact electrified Brandon.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples.

The moonlight painted silvery patterns across Morelle's skin, making her seem almost ethereal despite the very real warmth of her beneath his hands.

"Tell me if I should slow down," he murmured against her throat, though restraint was becoming increasingly difficult.

"I want you to hurry up. If you go any slower, we'll be going backward."

He chuckled, the sound turning to a groan as her fingers returned to circle his nipples. "You're sure about this?"

Instead of answering, she pulled him down for another kiss, fierce and demanding. She might be inexperienced, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it.

"I want you," she whispered against his mouth.

The words sent heat coursing through him, and as his fangs lengthened, he had to fight the urge to bite her.

It was too soon for that.

He leaned away, watching her face in the moonlight. "You are absolutely stunning."

"And so are you." Her hands swept down his sides, her nails grazing his skin as she circled to his belly and then moved lower to where his shaft was peeking over the waistband of his pajama pants.

He remembered the feel of her lush lips on his cock, and the thought of her doing that again elicited a shiver.

She stilled and tilted her head. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"You are doing everything right." He put his hands on her waist, lifted her, and covered the distance to the bed in one step.

Laying her on top of the covers, he took a moment to admire her beauty.

"Perfect."

He leaned over her and returned his attention to her breasts, circling her turgid peaks before giving each one a light pinch.

"Oh, dear Mother above." Morelle arched her back, jutting her breasts up.

Brandon lowered his head, slanting his mouth over hers, and slipped his tongue between her pillowy lips. Kissing her, he kept playing with her nipples until she was undulating beneath him.

He craved her so badly that it hurt, but he had to be patient and follow her cues.

"Take your pants off," she commanded as if she could read his thoughts.

How could he say no?

But he had to refuse and hold on for just a little longer. Before daring to remove the last barrier between them, he had to bring her to a climax in case things got out of hand.

"Patience, Princess." He dipped his head and started kissing all around one nipple.

"Yes!" She sank her nails into his back. "More!"

That he could do, and he eagerly obeyed her command, closing his lips over one peak and gently sucking it in.

Morelle gasped, and when he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, she moaned.

Brandon had a feeling that he could make her come just by teasing her nipples, but that wasn't what he had in mind.

When she threaded her fingers through his hair, he didn't expect her to grip his head and move it to her other breast in a blatant demand to give it the same treatment as he had given its twin.

Fates, that was sexy as hell.

He loved her assertiveness, the way she knew what she needed despite her inexperience and wasn't shy about expressing her demands.

The rising scent of her arousal was scrambling his brain, and he couldn't decide if he wanted to keep teasing her breasts, move down to lap at the fountain of her nectar, feed her his shaft, or just go for the ultimate prize and bury himself in her heat.

Drawing back, he looked at his beautiful princess and waited for her to tell him what she wanted, but she just looked up at him as if stunned, undecided, or just unsure about what to ask for.

He dipped one hand, smoothing his palm up her thigh. "Tell me what you want, gorgeous."

Her knees fell wide open, spreading her slick folds. "Touch me, Brandon."

Fates, how he wanted to just push his pajama pants down and ram his shaft into that slick, welcoming heat, and if she weren't a virgin, he wouldn't have hesitated even for a moment. But she was, and he had to go slow despite her impatience and her exploring hands.

Her fingers skimmed across his waist, back and forth, before sliding lower and rubbing him over the thin fabric, and he nearly came just from that. "I want this inside of me."

He groaned. "Fates. You are killing me."

Then, when she reached into his pants, he gritted his teeth and somehow stopped himself from ejaculating all over her hand. Instead, he reached between her legs and cupped her hot, virgin sex.

She was so wet, so ready for him, that his addled brain couldn't understand what he was waiting for, and when she started rubbing his shaft from hilt to tip and back again, he knew that he was a goner and was about to come in her hand.

That was what she wanted, right? What she'd asked him for the other night?

He could give it to her.

Letting go, he started thrusting his shaft into her hand while his finger slid in and out of her sheath. With the heel of his palm pressing on her clitoris, he pumped into her hand until his erection swelled, and he knew that he had about two seconds before he ejaculated.