The Dancer (Dark Side of the Moon #1)

Chapter Ten

Elias

I wait for her to comply with my wishes, and I swear for a moment my heart stops. I think she will refuse me, to say I am pushing too hard. But then she lets her legs fall open.

My hands caress up her thighs, enjoying the smooth skin beneath my calloused fingertips. She shivers beneath my touch, and I can’t help but smile.

“Lift your hips.”

Quinn complies immediately, and I can’t help but wonder what else I can get her to do. I pull her shorts and thong slowly down her beautiful legs. Her pussy is exposed to my hungry gaze, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I can see her arousal coating the lips of her shaved cunt, and I want to dive in and lick it all up.

But I want to take my time. I want to drive her insane and make sure she craves me just as badly as I do her.

Using my thumbs, I rub circles on her inner thighs, slowly inching my way closer to the apex of her sex. Using the pads of my fingers, I rub her pussy lips gently, with only the slightest amount of pressure, before slowly pulling them apart.

“So wet,” I murmur, running my index finger through her wetness.

“Elias?”

“Shh, mate,” I say, staring at her beautiful face. “I don’t want you to think about anything. All you need to do is enjoy this and scream my name.”

Shouldering her thighs further apart, I keep my gaze locked on hers as I run the tip of my tongue through her channel up to her extended clit.

“Fuck!” she moans, threading her hands into my hair.

I take it slow, moving my tongue around her entire sex before spearing into her heat. I avoid her clit, instead sucking her swollen lips into my mouth. Quinn moans above me, her hips writhing as she tries to get me where she wants me.

I slip a finger inside her cunt, testing her wet heat. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, and I know I won’t last long when I am finally inside her. My impatience grows to have her orgasm against my face, and I finally direct my attention where she wants it most.

Using the tip of my tongue, I tease her clit with light, rapid touches, drawing louder moans from my mate. Adding a second and third finger, I thrust into her wetness, wishing it was my painfully erect cock. Ripping the towel from around my hips, I harshly grasp my erection, wrapping my fist around the engorged flesh.

Removing my lips, I stare at Quinn, still thrusting my fingers into her. She is stunning in her arousal. A flush has bloomed high on her chest and across her cheeks.

“Show me your perfect tits, Little Mate,” I all but beg. “I want to see all of you.”

She doesn’t make me wait, quickly slipping the fabric over her head before dropping it beside her on the bed. Dusky pink nipples draw my attention, and I can’t help but pull one into my mouth. My dick is inches from her heat, and I know I can simply slip inside her. She is so aroused she probably wouldn’t even stop me, but we are building trust, and I need to keep my word if I don’t want to lose her. This is about giving my mate pleasure and covering her in my scent.

Once she accepts me as her mate, I will be fucking her for days, making sure she walks funny. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I return to her juicy cunt. I attack her little nub like my life depends on it, sucking and nibbling until I feel her walls contract around my fingers.

“Elias, please,” Quinn begs loudly.

I start thrusting faster, sucking harder, knowing she needs more to get to her peak. Sucking harshly on the little bundle of nerves, I curl my fingers, hitting the spot on her back wall I was aiming for, and she goes off like a goddamned rocket.

Her body bows, breasts thrust into the air. My name is a broken cry on her lips. Her legs clamp down on my head, shaking as I lick her through her orgasm, making sure to drag it out as long as possible.

When her thighs relax enough for me to move, I stand between her thighs, my erection in hand. Placing my other hand on the center of her chest, I push her down on the bed. Her gaze is locked on my hand, working over my shaft as she licks her lips.

I would love to have her lips wrapped around me, but I need to mark her with my scent, and this is the best way I know how to do it without fucking her. She must realize what I am doing because her smaller hand replaces mine. Feeling her touch me is enough to have a tingle running down my spine and my balls drawing closer to my body. My orgasm barrels down on me, ripping from my body and painting her in my cum.

Splashes of my seed land on her stomach, breasts, and even her neck. My breathing comes in harsh pants as I try to remain upright. My vision clears, and my cock kicks back to life instantly as I watch her rub my cum into her skin with a smile on her face.

“Is this enough to calm your beast? Or should I be worried about you trying to kill the next man who talks to me?” Quinn teases, mischief glowing in her gaze.

“It will never be enough.”