Falling in Love with the King of Beasts

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RETH

The temptation to simply take her, quick and rough, right there, was overwhelming. He dove for her throat with lips and teeth and tongue, and she pulled him in, her hands sliding everywhere she could reach. In his mind he'd have her on the floor—or against the wall—and yank that dress up and…

He shivered and made himself slow down. If he rushed this he'd regret it, he knew. She was playful tonight, gaining confidence. He had no doubt she'd give in to a quick tumble, but he wanted more than frantic pawing.

He wanted to make love to her.

In an act of sheer will, he nipped her neck one more time then pulled back.

She blinked her eyes open and pulled her head up to look at him, her eyes glazed with lusts. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all," he rumbled, his voice so deep it came from his toes. He brought a hand up to stroke her hair and down her back. "I just want to… take my time," he said and let the heat he felt shine in his gaze.

Her lips pulled up into a smile. "That sounds like fun."

"If this is mere fun, you tell me, because I need to up my game," he growled, then took her mouth when she started to laugh.

She wasn't laughing for long.

His cupped her jaw and tilted her head, taking her mouth, plunging and teasing with his tongue in a parody of what he really wanted to be doing. Her breath got faster and louder and it was music to his ears. Then, as she arched into his kiss, he let his hands slide down, down her body, on top of that sweet dress, teasing and squeezing, enjoying each dip and valley until he made it to her thighs.

"I like you in a dress," he whispered as he began to slowly, slowly grip the material, bunching it into his hands to draw it up and bare her skin inch by glorious inch.

"I love it too, I was so… excited—" she swallowed convulsively when he nuzzled under her ear, "when the ladies found it for me… oh!"

He'd finally found the hem of the skirt, drawn it all up until he had access to her. Letting one side go, he slid his hand down the back of her thigh and felt her goosebump under his touch.

He groaned. "I love the way you respond to me," he said, hoarse with love and desire. "It's as if all of you rises to meet me."

"Everything in me, Reth," she breathed. "Everything."

Then, slowly, he changed direction, drawing his hand back up the inside of her thigh. It was a delightful shock when, instead of discovering the soft barrier of underclothes, his fingers found her heat, found her ready and eager for him. She sucked in as he groaned her name. "It's a good thing you didn't tell me you were completely bare under that dress, Elia," he rasped into her mouth. "I would have scandalized the entire city, taking you there on the dancefloor."

"Next time," she gasped, "I will tell you… but I won't… let you… do anything about it until… we're… home…"

He huffed the mating call and she let her head drop back, eyes closed as he palmed her, letting his fingers slide into her gently at first, though she trembled with it. But then giving himself leave to press and slide until she started to twitch and brought a hand up to brace on his shoulder.

"So fucking beautiful," he rasped, "Creator's Light, I love you, Elia." Before she could respond, he took her mouth that had dropped open as she leaned farther back, searching for contact with him on that perfect spot. She whimpered and grabbed for him, but he smiled and denied her, reveling in the flush of her cheeks and the rush of her panting breath, the way she went tense and still the closer he got to that bundle of nerves that promised her bliss.

Seeing her there, bare and ready, aching and seeking for him, his own body reached for her, yearning for release and he gritted his teeth against the urge to lift her onto himself and take her, right there.

As her breath shortened and she started to hold it with each slide, he groaned and pulled his hand up to cup her naked ass.

She whimpered her disappointment, but he was already walking her backwards towards the wall until he could press her into it, balance her weight, pull up her skirt and clasp one of her legs behind the knee to lift it and slide himself against her softness.

She cried out as a guttural groan tore out of his throat and for a moment, he couldn't even think. His entire life existed only in that delicious, tingling slide where they were connected. Her mouth was a round O, and as he rolled his hips, he took her lips, showing her with his tongue everything he would do to her, everything he wanted.

Then he kissed down her throat, letting his teeth drag against the column of her neck and she shivered, clinging to his shoulders, her cries becoming frantic.

"Please… Reth…" she begged shamelessly. "Please…"

"Soon, my love, soon," he croaked, then kissed her. Rolling against her slowly, relentlessly, refusing to let her increase the pace.

But then she shuddered and he realized she was already close. The thought unraveled his control and he had to stop, or risk ruining it all by exploding all over her before he'd even taken her.

He froze, and she went still, both of them panting. She combed her fingers through his hair, clawing into his scalp in a stroke that should have been nothing next to where else they touched, but it felt glorious and sent shivers down his spine.

He opened his eyes and found her already staring at him, both of them still panting.

"Please, Reth," she said, a desperate edge in her voice. "I want you inside me."