Page 11 of Moth & Flame
The sight of Draven’s long, thick cock leaking voluminous amounts of pre-cum sparks a primal and soul-deep need to have him fill me with his knot and his seed. The vehement desire is only further spurred by the throbbing ache in my chest, entirely separate from the pounding of my heart, yearning to devour every part of him.–his saliva, his blood, his cock, his cum.
As though it’s my first time seeing him—it’s not—my eyes hungrily savor Draven’s thick, bulbous crown where his arousal seeps in copious strings; every plump vein decorating his shaft; and the bulge of his knot.
“Give me your tongue, sweetheart.”
The shadow of Draven’s cock continues to languorously thrust in and out of me as he fists his cock and slaps it gently against my offered tongue. With a breathy moan, I greedily lick, suck, and kiss every drop of pre-cum from his crown as if it were my sole source of sustenance.
“Fuuuuccckkkk. Gods damn it, kitten.”
Draven slides deeper into my mouth, fisting my hair and fucking my throat with the same languorous pace as his shadowworks my pussy, all while the fingers of his free hand steadily stroke my clit.
Draven’s gaze holds mine as tears slip from the corners of my eyes. His words come out little more than a frustrated growl.
“So fucking perfect. You know that? Tell me you know it, Hella.”
My reply is far too garbled by his dick in my throat to be understood, but I take satisfaction in saying them nonetheless.
“I fucking love you.”
Gently stroking my jaw with his thumb, Draven’s brows knit together before growling a curse and suddenly withdrawing from my throat. My breath catches as he moves between my thighs to tug my hips to the end of the table. His mouth licks hot stripes along my folds as his shadowed length pumps in and out of me before he settles over my clit, lavishing it with steady flicks of his tongue.
Still, my heart clenches at his lonely cock even as my orgasm begins to rise again.“But what about you?”
Draven’s lips scarcely lift to murmur his reply.
“You already know you always come first, love. In every way.”
It’s too late for me to argue—tingling energy swells like a rising tide. Every muscle in my body coils tight, and I can’t help but take a fistful of his hair, perching myself on one elbow to watch as the male of my fucking dreams devours me. That ache in my chest burns, demanding that this male mark me as his with his fangs, his cum, his knot.
“I want you—I need you. Need you to mark me as yours.”
Draven’s large hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise. A snarl rips from his throat, muffled by his mouth’s ministrations, as his eyes lift to meet mine. His lips wrap around my tingling bud, and hesucks,setting my body and world ablaze.
“Oh, gods, Draven, fuck! Yes!”
My throat tightens as if trying to snatch back the words.Oh, fuck, I’m not supposed to know his name.
Surprise widens Draven’s gaze as I cry out and writhe beneath him from the force of my orgasm. He doesn’t falter in his ministrations, continuing to suckle my clit, easing me back down into my body. When the spasming of my core ceases, his fangs graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
My heart pounds as anxiety coils in my gut.How do I talk my way out of this?
His voice is a quiet but warning rumble, that reminds me of the beast lurking inside him. “How do you know my name, Hella?”
As a former Reaper, it would take nothing for him to kill me, but intuitively, I know I can trust Draven with my life.
Though, it seems to strike me only now just how little I actually know about him.Anxiety fists my chest as I try to come up with a response. Despite the fact that he has been following me home every night to keep a protective eye on me… We hadn’t evenmetwhen I’d started stalking him. And considering there’s literally zero information to be found of him on Spyder’s Web, the only explanation of how I know his name is that I did some serious snooping—something I’d always planned oneventuallytelling him about,but this…
“I… I…”
Draven straightens, tucking away his still-hard cock. The absence of his warmth, his touch, makes me shiver against the chill. When I try to close my legs and cover my breasts with my arms, his shadows hold me fast to the table, making a tendril of icy fear lick up my spine.
Oh gods, how do I tell him I stalked him and bargained with an infamous crime lord to give me information about him?
“You what? I need you to tell me the truth, Hella.”
Panic has the words clawing up my throat, unceremoniously spilling my shame into the space between us.
“I stalked you.”
