(WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT)
The light brush of Dorian's lips felt like little bursts of electricity charging between their touch. Her lips parted slightly, she nudged her head a fraction closer. Brushing up in motion, her eyelids fluttering open and shut.
With a hand lying gently on his chest, her fingers creeping up slowly to his neck. His pulse thrummed heavily against them. His hand tightened on her thigh, removing it suddenly with a low growl that rose the hair on Nemia's body. Or was it from the cold air hitting her skin now, the warmth of the blanket once blocking his touch having disappeared?
She glanced down about the time Dorian's hand reconnected with her skin. Leaving a blazen trail of heat along every inch of skin his fingertips touched. Starting lightly at her knee, lazily sliding up along the outer edge of her thigh. Tracing the curve at her hip. Goosebumps tightening her skin as she shivered. Her head still turned down, watching the path his fingertips mapped out.
The warmth of his breath heated the mark, his mark, near to her clavicle. Brushing his lips across the spot, heat unfurling inside her, and him. Covering her shoulder and leading a trail of kisses up her neck, his teeth grazing lightly across her own thundering pulse.
'God's is this how I'm going to feel everytime he touches me like this?' The thought rattled in rhetoric angainst the muddying shambles of her mind.
"I hope so" Dorian answered her aloud, causing her eyes to find his as her cheeks surely reddened.
"Right, still linked to an unfathomable degree." She rolled her eyes and shook her head softly, but her blush was a telltale sign of her true feelings.
Dorian chuckled softly, his fingertips silently making another pass down to her knee. His hand flattening against the inside of her knee and started running its way up the inside of her thigh. Pushing her knee up and out slightly.
Her pulse quickened, mind melting into a puddle. The heat pushing at her core igniting into a raging furnace within her. His hand inching closer and closer to the sweet spot between her thighs. Her eyes locked on the travelling hand.
Dorian's breath heated her earlobe suddenly. "I quite like being able to feel what you feel." His hand dipped an inch lower, the warmth of his skin heating her center but not quite touching her there yet.
"The way your insides are set aflame just from my touch." He pushed her leg, twisting her onto her back. His hand skipping over her center to the inside of her other thigh, near the knee and pulling it closer to him. Causing her legs to split open in a lazed way.
Then moving his hand back up the inside of that thigh in the same fashion he had on the other. Her body vibrating with a need for him to touch her elsewhere.
He growled lowly in her ear, shuddering from its primalness. Feeling Adira shift in the depths of her mind, the growl beckoning for her to rise. Nemia's body flooded with an intense heat.
"Dorian." Nemia pleaded with his name. Twisting her head to the side, her hooded eyes reaching his.
His lips curled with a wickedness she hadn't yet seen in him. His hand running up, brushing across the spot she so desperately wanted him to , only to move on across. Back to the other thigh, propping himself up onto his other shoulder so he could run that teasing hand bacl down to her knee.
She whimpered softly. "Dorian, please." She pleaded.
"Since you said please." Dorian rumbled lowly, his hand sliding back up. Then, his fingers brushed across the folds of her womanhood. A single finger sliding between to the most sensitive spot in the area.
She gasped softly and arched her back. her lids fluttering shut.
He stilled his hand and her eyes popped open, glaring at him. "Dor-"
"Keep those beautiful eyes open and on me." His voice dark with controlled desire. His finger started moving across that sensitive little bud again. In slow, steady and rhythmic circles.
His eyes locked onto her face as his finger worked, watching Nemia with an intense and desirous stare. Nemia working hard to keep her eyes from sliding closed as his finger slipped down from the bud and pushed its way past her slick walls. Delving deep inside then slipped a second finger in on the second pass.
Her eyes widened slightly, the two fingers twisting and dancing sensually inside her eager center. A moan rushing past her lips and her hips pushed against his hand. Her right hand twisting into the bedsheet as the other reached up, gripping the arm he was using to prop himself up. Digging her nails into the spot she had grabbed. "Fuck."
Dorian growled, the whole bed vibrating from the force of the rumble. Shattering anything coherent in Nemia's mind. Those two fingers sinfully delving into her depths. Twisting, turning. Pumping faster and harder, his thumb sliding into position. Making its temporary home rubbing circles around the swollen, sensitive bud.
Dorian's demand for her to look at him was waning fast, any bit of her control slipping. Her body tensing as the pressure built in rampant rates. Letting out guttural, uncontrollable moans. Staring through slitted eyes at Dorian.
"Dorian!" Nemia shouted his name, her walls constricting around his fingers as liquid heat forced itself past any gap it could from her center around his fingers. The battle lost as her eyes shut from the force of her climax, her back arched and her body shuddering as the waves of pleasure rocketed through her.
Dorian's hands didnt stop this time, however. At least not at first, using his fingers in a way that prolonged her climax to an almost unbearable degree. on the verge of begging him to stop, just to let her catch her breath in the very least.
Just before that point waas reached however, he removed his fingers from her depths. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her cheek in passing to reach her ear, with a growling whisper. "Good girl."
Heat flooded Nemia all over again, that simple phrase doing something inside her she couldn't explain. Not having anything to compare it to.
"Now my turn." He growled deeply against her ear, pulling away only to place himself on his knees. His member standing at attention, swaying slightly in his movements.
His hands gripped her thighs just below her hips and pulled her towards him. His member hitting and slipping past that overly sensitive bud. Causing a small convulsion from the climax still ebbing away.
His hand slipped between them, positioning himself at her entrance. Sliding himself in slowly. Letting her feel every inch he had to offer. Stretching to the deepest part of her, something his fingers could never accomplish no matter how hard they try.
His hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm to start, holding her tightly at the hips. Nemia letting out a soft moan as Dorian let out a strained grunt.
Nemia looked down, concern flashing across her mind but as her eyes met his, she realized why there was strain. His skin rippled and vibrated, his beast warring for control. His hands gripped around her hips phasing between his and his beasts.
Nemia leaned up, propping one hand on the mattress and setting her other against his cheek. "It's okay, don't fight it."
Dorian's eyes snapped to hers, stilling himself for a moment. Then, acceptance and the beast emerged. Not fully embodied, but increasing his size. His nails lengthening into the beasts claws and his teeth elongating. A deep growl emitted from his chest and he moved his hands from her hips, using one to push her back flat against the bed. His eyes wildly animalistic, Nemia gulped.
Pushing her legs up and out to the side, forcing her knees to the bed and pinned them in place with his hands pushing them down on the backs of her knees. That once slow, sensual pace Dorian had started shifting to her being railed into the bed. The primal beasts control slamming his enlarged member into her depths over and over. The force rattling her brain as she succumbed to screaming incoherently. Not of pain, but of immense pleasure.
Well, maybe some pain as the beasts claws raked down the back of her thighs as he aggressively pounded into her. But pleasure coursed through her nonetheless. Not letting up inn the slightest, if anything the pain only added fuel to the fire that was intensely raging inside of her.
Her body trembling, engulfed in her screams of ecstacy. Guttural grunts in rhythm with his relentless beating. The both of them climbing high as the beasts reached for the only goal that mattered to him.
Moments later, he let out roar that shook the room, stilling and holding himself deep inside her as his seed pumped into her. The feeling of his enlarged member throbbing inside of her, jerking from the force of his climax, led her into another one of her own climaxes.
Still shuddering from her own convulsions, the beast receded into Dorian's mind once again and Dorian slid out of her, rolling onto his side and facing Nemia.
Nemia's head lolled to the side, her eyes meeting his. Though she wasn't met with a pleased look. Delving into his emotions, she found he was ashamed in himself for not being able to control his beast and that he was hovering over the fact that the beast had hurt her.
Namie was still reeling in pleasure, but was sobering faster from dorians thoughts and feelings. Her eyes hardened on his and she shook her head. "Stop that. It's already healing and will be fully healed once this conversation is done. Plus... I think I liked it?" She uttered the last bit in question, reflecting on the moment now that she had a bit of a clearer head.
Dorain winced slightly, his brows pulling together. "Really?"
Nemia nodded her head slowly. "Yeah... I think I did... No, I'm sure I did." Her stomach unfurling in desire at the memory now largely branded in her mind.
Dorian seemed to relax then, sagging into the bed. "Okay, as long as you're not hurt and are okay with it then I'll be able to let it go. Not happy that he brought blood to you though. He should be protecting you."
Nemia let out a small laugh and shook her head. "It's his instinct. Not to hurt me, to reach his goal. It's animal instinct, why the wolf and lycans claiming mark is such a primal thing as biting the ever loving shit out of someone."
Dorian blinked and opened his mouth only to close it again, slumping the shoulder not pressed against the bed and hanging his head defeatedly. "I guess I never thought of it that way." He half laughed.
Nemia rolled her eyes and shook her head. "That seems to be common among the lycan community." Nemia laughed softly and started to slide out of the bed, her legs feeling like rubber but managed to stand steady anyway.
Dorian looked up at her, confusion knitting his brows. "What are you doing?"
"I am going to go clean myself, if I can figure out that shower of yours." She rose a brow, waiting for his offense but only getting a laugh in return.
" You've seen the handle, pull it up and the further left you go with it, the hotter the water becomes." He chuckled, relaxing back down onto the bed on his back. his arms stretching up and under his head. " i may or may not be asleep by the time you get back out." He muttered softly, shutting his eyes with a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Left is hot, got it. Now go back to sleep, since your sated." She mused with a laugh, one of his eyes popping open to look at her. Humor hugging the eye.
"Yes ma'am, don't mind if I do." He sighed dramatically, closing the eye once more. Nemia laughed, shaking her head as she disappeared on into the bathroom. 'Hot shower, here I come.'