Page 31 of Dark Princess Ascending

"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 knewwhat 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, hereached 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.

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MORELLE

Morelle was lost in the pleasure, awash in the sensations and the power she wielded over Brandon. Even in her inexperience, she knew that the desperate tone of his groans and the way his shaft was swelling in her hand as his thrusts became frenzied signaled that he was nearing his climax, but then he pulled back and dove between her thighs.

Oh, no, he didn't.

She reached for him and tried to pull him back up. "Brandon!"

He was insufferable. He'd been so close, and he'd pulled back because his male ego couldn't tolerate him reaching climax before her.

He didn't budge, looking up at her with glowing eyes and elongated fangs. "I need to do this, Princess. I promise that I will let you dowhatever you want to me after I wring a climax out of you."