Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

One word. That was all the answer he had for her. One word punctuated with the slamming of his mouth onto hers in a kiss that was so singularly arousing, Kim nearly orgasmed.
Holy fucking shit.
Kimberley was so not prepared for the sensual onslaught. Bedhead and all, the big sexy Shifter seemed to still want her, and if she was being honest with herself, she wanted him right back. Powerless to refuse him, she held on and kissed him back with everything she had—pure putty in his hands. And why not? He had great hands.
Big. Sexy. Earth moving. Body wrecking hands.
Her inner monologue couldn’t stop her heart from thundering in her chest or her blood from racing through her veins. Even her lungs burned, just trying to breathe. It was like her entire world had gone upside down.
All that from one single spectacular meeting of lips. Larimar was not just a Shifter, he was a Magician.
For the first time, Kimberley felt desired, cherished, wanted, and it was a heady thing indeed. No one had ever treated her this way. Like she was sexy and irresistible.
Whatever the reason, she was human enough to admit she liked it—a lot, actually.
As if he could tell, he growled into their kiss, nipping her lip with his teeth. She loved that sexy little bite, loved it more when he cupped his hand behind her neck and held her right where he wanted her.
He was so big, sexy, and dominant. Never a fan of alpha males, she seemed to love it in him. Maybe it was because he was gentle and caring behind his roughneck handling. He made her feel tiny, petite, and protected.
Before long, Kim was flat on her back with Larimar hovering over her. His glittery eyes glowing with his beast as he looked down at her, raking her from head to toe with that piercing, possessive stare of his.
“There is something you need to know,” he said once his eyes returned to hers.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he flexed his hips over her sheet-covered sex. Her body pulsed and throbbed, moisture pooled between her legs and Kimberley could barely think with wanting him.
“What do I need to know?” she asked in a needy, throaty voice that didn’t sound like her at all.
She was losing control of herself, and quickly. There was no denying that. His body, his mouth, every bit of him was like the most exquisite, calorie-loaded chocolate cake ever made, and Kim was a veritable chocaholic. Hell yeah, she wanted to gobble him up in one bite.
He was that damn tempting. Strong, gorgeous, and he sure seemed sincere about wanting her. After the marathon sex they’d had last night, he should be sated. But there was no way a guy could fake the erection pressed so intimately to her nethers.
Kim was desperate to open her legs for him, but the damned covers were tangled around her. She wanted him so damn badly. She’d be crazy not to.
“I want you too, baby. So much I think I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get you, but the thing is Kim, I want you for more than a night.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?” she asked and lifted her face, unable to stop herself from kissing his chin, his neck, the corner of his mouth.
“We’re connected, baby,” he groaned, giving her better access to the sexy little dip beside his Adam’s apple, and she felt his cock pulse against her heated body.
He turned his head to the other side, and she kissed his throat there, too. Larimar hissed, rocking against her as she ran her hands down his broad back, to the hard muscles of his ass that she used to pull herself up. Kimberley lapped at his skin and sucked hard right over his pulsing carotid. So much power in that throbbing vein. How positively carnal she felt skimming her teeth over the skin there. Larimar’s sexy growl echoed deep in his throat, sending tendrils of awareness spiking through her.
She was so wet for him, sopping, as the bite of his fingernails squeezed her hips. He tugged the blanket off her overheated skin, freeing her, finally, from its confines.
Kim bit down playfully on his neck, knowing her human teeth could do no damage to him, but for some reason it felt right. She must have hit a nerve because he only let her play a moment longer.
Then, he was the aggressor once more. Gentle or rough, either way, she would always want more of him, she admitted to herself. More of his kisses and touches, more of that husky whispered pet name he’d give her. No man had ever called her ‘baby’ before and, feminism be damned, she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“I like it too, baby,” he grunted the words as he nipped her lip between sharp teeth and licked away the sting with his talented tongue.
Fuck, he tasted so good. Like sunshine, warm sand, and a soft summer breeze. He kissed her back deeply, thoroughly, pressing her legs open and settling his hot, deliciously naked body right there. She cradled him between her thick thighs, loving the feel of his hard staff between her folds.
Kimberley moaned aloud as the hot, velvety skin of his thick cock slid along her slippery sex. He moved again rubbing his entire length up and down, ever so slowly, teasing her with each subtle flex and withdraw.
“Feel that? Feel the way your body readies for me? You were made for me, baby. So soft and wet. So ready for my cock. You. Are. Mine,” he growled as the broad head of his magnificent cock found her entrance.
For some reason, Kim felt anxious. She wanted him, there were no doubts about that. But she didn’t quite believe this was just no-strings sex. Not anymore. And that was a little bit scary.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?” she asked while she could still think.
In her lustful haze, Kimberley had almost forgotten their conversation. Her body was on fire, and yes, he was the only man who could satisfy the deep welling need that had built inside her. Forget about want, she needed him. Badly.
“It’s fate, baby. You and me. That raging desire you feel? That need for me to fill you? I feel it too. It will only grow stronger now that I’ve had a taste of you⁠—”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants,” she moaned as his lips caught one pebbled nipple and he sucked the tiny bud into his heated mouth, releasing it with a pop.
“I’ve been in your pants and believe me when I tell you I would do damn near anything to get inside them again, but I am telling you the absolute truth when I say I will never stop wanting you. Mine,” he growled, thrusting his hips hard.
Kim whimpered, and he punctuated the statement by pressing his tongue into her mouth in time with his cock. Then he withdrew again, leaving her wanting more.
Larimar brushed his lips in slow, sizzling swipes against hers, tempting and arousing her baser needs. He added a teasing lap of his tongue, encouraging her to open her mouth for his warm, seductive invasion.
Fuck, he was good. The man kissed her like he was starving, and she was a buffet feast. His big hands held her face, angling her to the side. She was his to move to his heart’s desire.
Kim was more than willing to tilt her head where he wanted it, to where he could better deliver more panty-melting kisses. She wanted to watch his expression as he kissed and made love to her mouth, but she had to close her eyes.
No human woman could take that kind of erotic assault without getting positively dizzy. She clung to his shoulders and arched up into his powerful embrace.
Kimberley was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one. How many chances would she have for sexy-fun-times with a walking, talking, sex god in her lifetime?
This was it, and she was not going to say no.
Even if it hurt later when she was alone and he was off on his next adventure with his next woman.
He growled and nipped her lip, causing her to refocus on his ministrations. He was so damn good at it. Maybe too good to be true. A man like him didn’t need pretty words to get a woman to fall into bed with him.
No duh.
He ended the kiss, resting his forehead on hers, and she felt his whole body tremble. God, she wanted him. Her sex clenched, but still, he stayed his hips, leaving her with just one tiny inch of his magnificent member pressed into her heated entrance.
The tease.