His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 66

After stripping her naked, he rolled her onto her stomach. He paused, drinking in the body that was his to love and ruin. He took it all.....the seductive curve of her back, the tempting swells of her ass..... that made the ache in his balls intensify. He gently swept her hair to one side and pressed his lips against her nape. The innocent contact caused an intense rush of euphoria to crash over him, subduing his senses.

He firmly held Sera down by the waist and straddled her legs. Overwhelmed with need that only she could stir inside him, he began dropping hungry, wet kisses from her nape to the small of her back, his metallic chain dragging along. The realisation was profound and loud. He could never get enough, could never stop desiring her.

"You're mine, Sera. Only mine," he murmured darkly while recklessly biting and sucking into her warm flesh. He teased the two dimples at the base of her spine with his tongue before gliding lower to the delicate rise of her ass. She was soft and slick everywhere, testing and mocking his patience.

"You torment me so much and I let you because I don’t know how to stop needing you," he confessed, his lips brushing against the curve of her ass, savoring the feel. A hint of frustration laced his voice, the kind that came from a man used to control and now drowning in everything she made him feel.

"No one has ever undone me the way you do," he added, both hating and loving the fact. He was hardwired for blood and battles, was trained into a killing machine. Yet his hand moved over her like they'd only ever known softness.

"Who do you belong to, Princess?" he asked, peppering hot kisses aggressively all over her ass. Her silken skin begged to be touched, her curves yearned to be held by him.

"Answer, pigeon," he urged, dying to hear his name from her mouth. He wanted her to moan his name like she did that time. When she didn't respond, he bit into her flesh. A sharp gasp emerged from above. She shifted slightly under, calling to something primal in him.

"Sto..stop," she pleaded, but his teeth continued to sink deeper, persistently, mercilessly.

"Yours...I am yours," she said, closing her eyes in resignation. A bloom of red had spread across her asscheeks, a mark of his dominance and her surrender.

Pleased, he withdrew his teeth and eased the searing pain with his tongue.

His hands slid down to the delicate swells of her hips, kneading them possessively as he finally drew away. She whimpered softly, tormenting his tight balls. He had seen her naked countless times, had explored every inch of her with his mouth, fingers, and cock yet the desire to sink deeper into her never dulled.