I must be losing my mind. Because I’m in Altair’s arms, in his lap, wrapped around him.
His body feels warm and solid under me, every muscle chiseled to perfection. His chest presses against my breasts.
The kiss sets me on fire, his mouth demanding and desperate, claiming me in a way that makes my head spin.
His two cocks rub against my core through our clothes, and I feel myself gush. Heat pools low in my belly and spreads through my limbs, until I’m burning everywhere.
I don’t want to let go of him. He pulls me tighter. We’re locked together as if we can’t break away now that we’ve found each other. We’re finally giving in.
I’ve been attracted to him since he bought me. His looks were impossible to ignore, but his personality put me off. Now that I know who he truly is, it has all changed. He’s a broken soul who needs me, even though my presence destroys him. The revelation has stripped away all my defenses. I can’t keep my hands off him anymore.
I’m kissing him like I want to absorb him into my body. Every nerve ending is alive and screaming for more.
I force myself to break the kiss and look at him. His blue eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide with desire.
“Not here,” I say, my voice sounding breathless.
I struggle to my feet. My legs tremble from arousal and the effort of separating. I take his hand and pull him into the sitting room. The bookshelf closes behind us with a soft click. The sound draws my attention. I stare at it and chew on my lip.
Altair lifts me into his arms. I gasp at the sudden shift, and my arms automatically wrap around his neck. He carries me to hisbedroom and places me on the bed gently. He looks down at me with adoration softening his sharp features.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice rough.
I can see vulnerability in his eyes, and fear that I’ll change my mind.
“You,” I answer without hesitation. “I want you.”
“Are you certain?”
I nod and grab him by the arms. I pull him down on top of me, and then we’re kissing again.
His body almost crushes me under his weight. I love it – the solid mass of him pinning me to the mattress. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. Because I want to be closer, still. His chest presses against my breasts, and his hips settle between my thighs.
His golden wings unfurl and come down to bracket my body. His tail wraps around my ankle with possessiveness. The scaled texture of it sends shivers through me.
My clothes feel like they’re suffocating me. The fabric is too much, too restrictive between our bodies. I start pulling at my shirt and fumble with the buttons, until Altair gets the hint and helps me. We strip my shirt away, then my pants. His hands are everywhere, caressing and exploring.
I reach for his belt with shaking fingers. I undo the buckle and yank at his pants, watching with fascination as his two cocks spring free. They’re both hard and flushed, already leaking. The sight makes my core clench with need.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, both naked and exposed. His eyes roam over my body with hunger and reverence, and I can see his cocks twitch. He is trembling with restraint.
Slowly, his tail slithers up my leg. It wraps around my waist and holds me gently, and I can feel how strong it is. I know he could hold me immobile if he wanted to.
“I want to taste you,” he says. “Will you let me taste you?”
I nod, because I can’t form words. Only the idea of his mouth between my legs makes me feel dizzy.
He holds me with his tail wrapped around my waist as he descends. His shoulders push my thighs wider, and I can feel his breath ghost over my sensitive flesh. My hips try to lift toward him, but his tail keeps me in place.
His tongue makes the first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit. I gasp, my hands gripping the pillow under my head. He groans against me, and the vibration makes me shudder. He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue is hot and wet, exploring every fold. He laps at my entrance and gathers my wetness, then pushes his tongue inside me, making me cry out. He returns to my clit and sucks it gently, then harder. He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention as his hands grip my thighs and keep them spread wide.
“You’re delicious,” he murmurs against me. “So good. I’ve wanted to do this since day one.”
I’m getting close. I can feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly. My breathing becomes ragged, and my hips roll against his mouth despite his tail holding me. I’m so wet that I can hear the obscene sounds of his mouth on me.
“I imagined what you would taste like,” he says between licks. “I can’t get enough of you.”
