"Fuck," he breathes, the word barely audible. "You're perfect."
His hands shake slightly as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra, his touch reverent as he slides the straps down my arms. When the lace falls away, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze, he goes completely still. Well, apart from the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows. Heat floods my body, gathering at the apex of my thighs in a wet, needy surge. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, never felt more desirable than I do now.
"I'm still hungry," he says, his voice a low rumble that makes me shiver, "and you're the feast."
Before I can respond, he's sinking to his knees before me, his face level with my breasts, his large hands spanning my rib cage. The sight of this powerful man kneeling at my feet, looking at me like I'm something to be worshipped, sends a bolt of pure need straight through my entire body.
He presses a soft kiss in the valley between my breasts, then trails his lips lower, across my sternum and down to my navel. His tusks brush against my skin as he moves, the sensation making me gasp and arch toward him. When he kisses his way back up, following the same path in reverse, I'm already trembling with arousal. My core clenches and my clit throbs, wetness spilling in my sex, but I don’t dare make a move.
"Please, more," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for. “I need more.”
He answers by taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak while his tusks press gently against the soft flesh of my breast. The combination of sensations, with his warm mouth, his clever tongue, and the slight pressure of those tusks, makes me cry out and tangle my fingers in his thick, short black hair.
He lavishes attention first on one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until I'm making sounds I've never made before, until my knees threaten to buckle beneath me. His hands steady me, holding me upright while he torments me with that wicked mouth.
I gasp when he lifts his head to look at me.
"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."
"I'll bite you if you stop,” I growl, surprising myself with the ferocity in my voice. "I swear I will."
His chuckle is dark and pleased at my response, and his grin is pure predator, all sharp tusks and blazing eyes. "I was hoping you'd say that, my hungry little brat."
His hands move to the button of my jeans, fingers working with surprising efficiency despite the tremor I can feel in them. He peels the denim down my legs slowly, pressing kisses to my stomach, my navel, then through the thin fabric of my panties that has me gasping and gripping his shoulders for support.
"These too," he murmurs against the lace, his breath hot against my most sensitive places.
When I don't immediately respond, can't respond, because coherent thought has abandoned me entirely, he looks up at me with those blazing red eyes.
"Tell me yes, Rona. I need to hear you say it."
"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes."
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and draws them down my legs with agonizing slowness, his mouth following the path of revealed skin. By the time I'm completely bare before him, I'm shaking with need and anticipation.
He kisses down my legs, his tongue tracing patterns on the inside of my thigh that make me whimper. When he gently parts my legs and buries his nose at my apex, breathing me in with a deep, appreciative inhale, the feral growl that rumbles through his chest makes my core clench with want.
"You smell like heaven," he murmurs, his breath hot against my most intimate places. "I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to feast on you now."
Then his tongue finds my clit, and I cry out in shock and overwhelming pleasure.
Nothing has ever felt like this. His tongue is clever and relentless, exploring every fold and valley while I fall apart above him. When my knees finally buckle under my weight, his strong hands hold me upright while he devours me like a man starving.
I can feel his tusks pressing gently against my sensitive flesh, adding another layer of sensation that pushes me higher and higher toward a precipice I'm not sure I’ll ever crawl out from. My fingers dig into the firm flesh of his neck, holding him close as he builds the tension inside me to an almost unbearable peak.
"Darhg," I gasp, his name a prayer and a plea all at once.
He responds by redoubling his efforts, his tongue circling and flicking until I'm sobbing with need, until the world narrows to nothing but the feel of his mouth on me and the impossible pleasure building in my core.
When I finally shatter, it's with a cry that echoes through the cabin, my entire body convulsing as waves of sensations crash over me. He doesn't stop, drawing out my climax until I'm boneless and gasping, until I have to push weakly at his shoulders because it's too much, too intense.
He rises to his feet slowly, his mouth glistening with evidence of my pleasure, his eyes still blazing that vivid red. Then he kisses me, capturing my mouth and my breath. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it makes something deep in my chest flutter and catch.
"More," I whisper against his lips, my hands already reaching for his belt. "I want all of you."
But he catches my wrists gently, stopping me with a shake of his head that makes my heart sink.
"No," he says quietly, shaking his head slowly.
