The Untold Restricted Stories (Paladin Spoof/Extras)

Llyr's Maiden Voyage - A Bram Smexy Story Part III

A/N: Rated NC17. You guys asked, and I delivered. This is the filthiest thing I've ever written and I'm horribly embarrassed.

Braeden smiled against her cheek, and then the weight of him was gone. Of their own volition, her arms reached out for him. Her body missed the feel of his.

Braeden stood just out of reach at the foot of the bed. With trembling fingers, he tugged on the ties of his robe, undoing the complicated knot. Black fabric fluttered to the floor.

Sam's eyes widened at the sight of his erection. During her days among the Paladins, she'd seen her fair share of male anatomy—around that many men, there was no escaping it. But none of them had been Braeden. The hard, thick length of him jutted out proudly from a nest of silvery hair. A pearl of liquid glistened at the tip.

There was no part of Braeden that wasn't beautiful.

He put a knee onto the mattress and leaned over her, preparing to recapture her lips with his. But Sam put a hand on his chest, stopping him. "I want to touch you," she said. "Let me touch you."

He swallowed and nodded, then pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "I'm yours," Braeden said.

Sam reached in between them and explored him as she pleased. First she ran her fingers gently from base to tip, the skin impossibly smooth and soft. He jerked, growing harder and longer beneath her touch. With more confidence, she wrapped her hand around his hot flesh and began to stroke.

Braeden's breath grew ragged. "Enough," he growled.

And then her arms were behind her head, her wrists pinned together. Braeden attacked her mouth with new ferocity, licking and sucking and biting till her entire body trembled with need.

His clever tongue danced over her breasts, and headed southward, pressing feather-light kisses across her ribcage and down her belly. He nipped at her hipbone, and then his hands slid under her buttocks, lifting her core to his lips.

When he licked her there, she screamed.

Undistracted, Braeden gave her another stroke of his tongue. Sam shivered, her back arching off the bed. His tongue lashed over her again and again, swirling around her sensitive cleft, till all she could do was cling to the bed and pray to the gods for mercy. Sam let out a whimper.

His fingers joined his mouth, caressing her inner thighs and then sinking deep within her. His fingers pumped in and out, in time to the rhythm of his tongue. She trembled with mindless pleasure, thrashing against him when he hit precisely the right spot.

"Braeden!" she cried out as sudden urgency filled her. With her last ounce of control, she grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, pulling him off of her. "Enough," she said, panting for breath. Her lips curved up; Braeden looked crestfallen.

She brushed her hand across his cheek. "Let's end this together."

His slit-shaped pupils widened at the old memory, and his own mouth edged up. He nodded. "Together."

There was some awkwardness, at first, figuring out how to fit their two bodies together. Braeden was being so, so careful, the muscles in his arms straining as he lowered himself atop her. The head of his member nestled between her legs, the very tip nudging into her wet entrance. Sam sucked in a deep breath.

She met Braeden's gaze squarely. "Do it," she said.

He swallowed convulsively, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. "I don't want to hurt you," he ground out.

She gave a choked laugh. "You're killing me now," she said, squirming restlessly. When still he didn't move, she growled, "Stop trying to save me, you fool," and bit his shoulder hard and thrust up against him.

Finally, the reins on his control slipped, and with a gasp, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Sam felt a sharp sting of pain, and she cried out, in spite of herself.

"Oh gods," Braeden breathed, holding himself completely still. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," she managed, and it was only a small white lie. The sharp pain had dulled to a low throb, and even that had begun to fade.

Sam was many things, but a coward was not one of them. "I'm fine," she said again, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. And then with a wicked grin, she undulated against him.

Sam wasn't sure who was caught more by surprise, her or him. When she'd moved, he hit her just there, setting off a cascade of sensation. And Braeden lost his last ounce of resistance and began to move.

"Sam," he groaned softly, her name a benediction on his tongue.

There was something about the way he said her name. Her back arched and her nails dug into his back, urging him to go harder, faster.

Something...savage...flashed in Braeden's strange eyes, and suddenly her bare legs were on his muscular shoulders. He kissed her, nipping at her mouth, and then thrust into her deep. As though they had a mind of their own, her hips rose to meet his.

He withdrew and thrust again. She shuddered and bucked, her inner muscles clenching. As she tightened around him, Braeden's last vestige of control snapped and their lovemaking grew desperate and frenzied. Together, they clawed their way to ecstasy.

Sam teetered on a precipice that was equal parts pleasure and pain. She was afire with unfulfilled need. And then with one final, hard stroke, she shattered, crying out as her body splintered into a million pieces. Waves of sensation rippled through her.

Caught up in her pleasure, Braeden tightened his grasp on her hips and surged within her. He shouted her name—"Sam! Oh, gods"—and collapsed on top of her.

They lay there together, still joined, breathing each other's air. Gingerly, Braeden raised himself onto his elbows and looked down at her. And despite everything that had happened between them, Sam found herself blushing.

"Are you all right?" he asked her solemnly.

She was surprised into laughing. "Am I all right? Braeden, that was—" she shook her head—"there are no words. I loved it. I love you."

His face relaxed. "Thank the gods."

She grinned mischievously. "I want to do it again soon."

A slow smile spread across his lips. "Do you now?" He pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.

She nodded, letting her eagerness show.

He kissed her again, this time with a nibble on her bottom lip. "How about right now?"

Her eyes widened. "Can you again so soon?"

She felt him swell within her, and she gasped.

"I'm only half human," he reminded her, and then showed her exactly what he meant.

A/N Part II: Gahhhh I'm so embarrassed!!! You guys, that was so hard to write, but I hope it lived up to your expectations and you enjoyed it! Thank you to everyone who stepped up to the plate and preordered a Kindle copy of Paladin (coming out THIS Thursday, May 14) to make this scene happen. If you haven't gotten a copy yet, you can preorder it on Amazon (look for Paladin Sally Slater and it will come up, or click/tap on the external link on this chapter). Paladin is revised, professionally edited, and I'm so dang proud of it, so I hope you'll consider purchasing it!