She eyes me nervously. “I’m done.”
“Let’s go back down then. Genevive slumbers nearby, and we shouldn’t wake her. It would be rude.” Except I don’t move from the doorframe.
Her head tilts. “How do you know her name?”
“She told me.”
“You can speak to cats?”
“I can speak to most creatures, to an extent. Though I would prefer to only speak to you.”
“Good to know…” She shifts, looking down and favoring a hip. “Can you move?”
Can I?
When I step away from the door, she scurries past me, darting through the museum and down the basement steps, reminding me of the previous night in the graveyard. Only this time, she’s nervous and jumpy, rather than nervous and excited.
I want to taste her excitement again. Her arousal is already fading from my tongue. I stalk after her, debating whether to take her in my arms and recapture her mouth or spin her around, bend her over, and slide my tongue between her legs.
I stop on the last step as Summer scurries about the antechamber, stacking books and scrolls onto a table. Only when she starts to gather her clothes do I descend, catching her before she dons a single item.
I tug the sheet off her body and spin her to face me. “Not yet.”
Her lips part, and as the sheet slips away, she hides her breasts and crux with her arms. “Zuriel?”
My cock engorges at the use of my name, so dangerous, leaving her lips.
“Invoke me, tell me to stop,” I goad. “I’m not done with you.”
Her lips flatten as she holds my gaze. Her cheeks flush prettily, stirring my tongue to strain against the roof of my mouth. I could stuff it into her mouth before she speaks.
“This is our first night together.” I seize her arms and clutch her wrists between us, exposing her. “I want more of you before it ends.”
“More?” she whispers. “You’re not spent?”
“Spent? Is that possible?”
Her eyes widen, and then she smiles, releasing a nervous laugh. “So you’re not tired? At all?”
“I never get tired.”
“Human men—”
I drop her wrists, grab her thighs, and lift her upon me. “I’m not a human man.”
She hitches, her legs spreading to straddle my hips. “No, you’re not.”
I cup her butt, positioning her back against the nearest wall, and prod my hard cock into her dewy entrance. I growl, driving deeper as she braces, squeaks then squirms, and finally sighs, her eyes hooding as my length buries within.
Tight and sweet, soft and slick, she’s still primed from earlier. Her nails bite into my stiff shoulders, clutching as I position our hips, pursuing the angle where she sheaths me entirely.
She sighs again as I settle deep within her, her throat bobbing, swallowing, as she takes me in. When her gaze drifts down, narrowing on the point where we’re joined, a wicked smile grows upon her lips. Lodged severely, I have stretched her. There’s no room for anything except me. She watches me as I snag her hips and slowly move in and out, conquering her once more.
Her lips part prettily, making me jut. Slipping my tail over the back of her thigh, I prod at her backside.
She gasps, hips hitching as her lust returns voraciously, her emotions ramming into me as her back arches in shock, driving me deeper. I penetrate her with my tail, stuffing her completely as she trembles upon my cock.
Grunting, all other thoughts fade.
