Gods.
I slide my palms up her legs, tracing her from knee to hip. Her skin is warm satin beneath my rough, scaled hands. She shivers when my fingers reach her waist. I pull her shirtless body flush against my chest, her nipples brushing the bone spur at my collar, and she gasps—sharp and helpless.
“Sensitive?” I murmur.
“Don’t stop.”
Her courage wrecks me.
I lift her, setting her back on the berth, and kneel between her legs. Slowly—agonizingly—I run my claws along her thighs, blunt edges grazing skin. She opens for me without being asked, thighs parting wider.
Her pants cling to her pussy, damp with arousal.
I lean forward and inhale. The scent hits me like a charge—sweet, slick, human desire mixed with adrenaline and trust. My mouth waters.
“Off,” I command softly.
She lifts her hips. I peel her pants down her legs, dragging my palms along her calves, her ankles, her feet. She is delicate, breakable in every limb—but when I spread her legs again, her pussy gleams with invitation.
My breath leaves me in a groan.
“So wet already,” I growl. “For me?”
Her cheeks flush deeper. “Yes.”
I lower my face between her thighs. The warmth radiating from her skin is intoxicating. I drag my tongue—slow and flat—from the base of her pussy all the way up to her clit.
Freya cries out, fingers knotting in my hair as her back arches.
“Vokar—”
Her taste floods my senses—sweet, sharp, addictive. I growl against her, vibrations rolling through her as I latch my mouth around her clit and suck.
Her thighs snap around my head. She moans, trembling uncontrollably, grinding against my face. I hold her hips steady with both hands, pinning her down as I flick her clit with my tongue, then bury it inside her pussy again.
She’s so tight around my tongue it makes me groan.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Don’t—don’t?—”
I don’t.
I worship.
I devour.
I taste her like a soldier starved of water in a desert.
Her breath starts to break.
“Vokar—I?—”
“Come,” I growl into her pussy. “Now.”
Her orgasm hits like a detonation. Her whole body arches off the bed, legs crushing around my head as she screams my name. I keep licking, tasting every pulse, every flood of heat. Her fingers yank at my hair. Her voice cracks.
She collapses back, panting. Dazed.
I rise slowly, towering over her. My cock is hard—aching, heavy, ridges pulsing with blood.
