35. Brandon

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brANDON

B randon could barely breathe.

Morelle was straddling his thighs, wearing that skimpy nightgown that was nearly sheer, her core pressed against his erection.

He had to allow her to explore, but his hands had to stay tucked under his head. Letting her do this and not responding was going to be torture, but he had to power through it for her.

"I'm yours, Princess," he murmured. "Do with me as you please."

Her feral smile was a promise and a warning wrapped in sex and tied with a ribbon of gotcha. "Remember you said that." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his neck, then started on the buttons of his pajama top.

She kissed each inch of skin she revealed, and when the last button was undone, she parted the two halves of his pajama top and leaned back to look at his chest.

"You are very nicely put together, Brandon," she said with a crooked smile. "And I love the way your skin tastes." She leaned over him once more and pressed a kiss near his nipple.

When she closed her lips around it, Brandon couldn't help but arch his hips and press his erection against her center, and when she flicked her tongue across it, he saw stars.

"You are killing me, Princess," he hissed.

Morelle laughed, pressed a soft kiss to the nipple she'd been licking, and then moved to the other one.

Keeping his hands behind his head was becoming a struggle.

All he wanted to do was grip her hips, flip them over, and dive between those long legs of hers to where the intoxicating scent of her arousal was coming from.

Was she naked under that skimpy nightdress?

He could feel the outline of her lower lips on his shaft, but with the fabric of his pants between them, he couldn't tell for sure.

It would be so easy to find out…

She grazed his nipple with her blunt front teeth, and he wished she'd inherited fangs from her Kra-ell mother so she could bite him, suck his blood?—

No, no, no , that was absolutely the worst image he could conjure right now when he was moments from soiling his pajama bottoms.

Moments? Who was he kidding? He wouldn't even last one more moment of this.

Thankfully, her mouth left his nipple, and when she pressed soft kisses to his ribs, he had a short moment of respite, but as the kisses trailed down his belly, he guessed her intentions, and the moment was gone.

"Morelle, don't."

She tilted her head to look at him. "You said I can do whatever I please to you."

He hadn't expected a virgin to be so bold. "I did, but not this. I should please you that way first."

She tilted her head sideways. "Is there a rule book that dictates such things?"

Well, yeah, there was—a gentleman pleased his lady first—but even in his own head, it sounded chauvinistic.

What about her inexperience?

He could use that.

"I know about carnal pleasures more than you do. I should be the one to teach you."

She laughed, which was the last thing he had expected. "I don't have the same equipment, so I doubt you can teach me how to please you."

When her fingers curled on the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and she pulled, he had no choice but to lift himself up and let her tug them down his hips.

"Oh, wow." She leaned back. "I didn't expect it to be this big."

There wasn't even an iota of fear in her tone, but Brandon didn't trust the earpieces to transmit her reaction accurately.

"Perhaps it was too early for the reveal." Finally letting his hands leave his head, he reached down and tugged on the waistband.

She put her hand over his to stop him. "You are perfect all over, Brandon, and now that I have had a moment to adjust my expectations, I will continue with my explorations." She took both of his hands and returned them over his head. "I think they should stay there."

He was speechless.

None of the females he'd been with had been so assertive with him, and they had been experienced.

His bossy princess was damn sexy.

Tucking his hands under his head, he lifted his legs when she pulled the pants all the way off him. "I hope you know what you're doing, Morelle. I'm very close to erupting, and I don't think you are ready for that."

She leaned up on her knees and laid a finger on his lips. "I know everything there is to know in theory, and now I'm implementing what I've learned." She removed her finger, replacing it with her lips.

When she slid her tongue into his mouth, he didn't allow her to wrap it around his fangs and instead pushed it back and entered her mouth.

If she touched his fangs, it would be game over.

She leaned away, and the challenge in her expression should have prepared him for what she was about to do, but he once again underestimated her boldness.

Gripping the lacy hem of her nightdress, she lifted it over her head in one swift motion and threw it behind her.

Her breasts were just as he remembered them from last night, small but perfect and topped with dark nipples that stood erect and begged to be sucked.

He hadn't gotten nearly enough of them last night.

Before he could decide what to do next, Morelle cupped her breasts and started undulating her hips, her panty-covered lower lips rubbing over his exposed erection and coating it with the moisture that soaked through the fabric.

"I'm warning you, Princess. You are playing with a volcano that is about to erupt."

She let out a throaty laugh, scooted back, and let go of one of her breasts to run her hand over his shaft. "I love the way you feel. Hard and soft at the same time." She closed her fingers around it. "You are so thick and long. I wonder how you are going to fit inside of me."

"Very carefully," he hissed from between his fully elongated fangs.

"I want to taste you." She dipped her head and flicked her tongue over the head, lapping up the drop of moisture that had gathered there.

He bucked, imploring his rising seed to recede and allow him a few more moments of this excruciating pleasure.

Morelle licked him again and then lowered her mouth over the tip.

Brandon's eyes rolled back in his head, and when she took more of him into her mouth, he had an out-of-body experience.

"Princess, I'm about to come in your mouth."

He expected her to back off, but instead, she sucked him hard and, at the same time, squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand.

He exploded, his fangs dripping venom as he spilled down her throat.

She swallowed as he came, and when he was spent, she licked him as if she was hungry for every last drop.

He didn't give her a chance, gripping her waist and flipping them over. He needed to bite her, and he couldn't wait, even though the sequence was all wrong.

Smiling, Morelle tilted her head to the side and exposed her neck. "Do it. Bite me, Brandon."