I brush my thumbs over them, and she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my cock.
“Andrik, please, more.”
I pinch them softly and pull toward me, watching the way her face lights up from pleasure. And that scent,vel’saev, it’s getting stronger. She’s soaking the furs, giving off more with every touch. All I can focus on is the way she’s falling apart beneath hands that were made to ruin her slowly. I drag my tongue over her nipple, circling it lazily before sucking it between my lips. She lets out the prettiest sound I've ever heard, so I do it again, and again just to hear it.
“Just like that, Andrik!” she arches and begs for more. My hand finds her other breast, thumb and forefinger pinching softly. She pulls desperately at my fur.
“More, I need more.”
I switch sides, lavishing the same attention on her right breast, sucking her greedily until she’s panting. Until her thighs are trembling, and my vision blurs.
My fangs graze her nipple, and she gasps, “Andrik—I need?—”
“I know, snowdrop.” My voice is barely recognizable. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”
The firelight catches every curve. Every inch of pale skin flushed with heat. This is mine.This is all mine.
“Itra’saev kai’saelith. Ves’morra narh kaevûn.” (You summoned me with your scent, and my cock aches to serve you.)
I’ve waited thousands of years for this moment. I’m going to savor every second.
I kiss along her ribs, slowly dragging my tongue over each curve. She tastes like snow and salt.
“Andrik.” Her voice is breathy.
“I love the way your heart beats under my tongue...” My mouth finds her stomach, soft and perfect. I press kisses across her belly, and the muscles flutter under my lips. “But it's your whimpers I want carved into my bones.”
I grab her hips, claws pricking into the soft flesh just enough to leave crescent moons that whisper: claimed, worshipped, mine.I want to keep her naked and marked forever.
Her fingers pull on me so hard it would hurt if I didn't want every second of it.
I kiss the curve of her hip, then lower, following the path my hands make as they slide down to her thighs.
“You feel so good,” she gasps.
“I will give you everything. Just a little longer... please? I never thought I’d get this.”
Her thighs fall open wider. I kiss the inside of her left thigh, then her right.
The scent is overwhelming now, so sweet my mouth waters.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire existence.
“Andrik.” Her hips shift, seeking more. “Please.” Her voice cracks.
I breathe across her lunhae. Just a whisper of air over her vaelissûn, and she bucks—a broken sound tears from her throat.
“Let me show you how good it feels when you don't have to be the strong one.”
“I can’t—it’s too much—I need?—”
I lower my mouth to taste her, and the world falls away.
Sweet, gods, I groan against her. I sound like an animal, but I can’t help it.
My tongue slides through her swollenlunhae. She tastes better than anything I could have imagined. Better than the scent. Better than the drops on my fingers.
“You taste sothrahkinggood.” The words are muffled against her. I can’t pull away. I lick her again, and again, drinking her down like I’m dying of thirst.
