She lifted her hips to help him pull down her bottoms, which got tossed aside.
Lying there naked might have made her self-conscious if not for the half-lidded admiration in his gaze.
He stroked her, teasing apart her nether lips, making her arch in need. When he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her inner thigh, she uttered a soft cry.
“You smell good enough to eat,” he let out a low growl as he settled between her legs. He blew hotly on her sex, and she quivered with anticipation. Rather than put his mouth on her, though, he teased, dipping a finger, dragging the honeyed tip over her clit.
When he finally flicked his tongue and tasted her, he groaned, and she bit her fist, lest she cry out too loud. She couldn’t entirely stifle herself as he licked her, long wet swipes that had her shuddering and clenching, needing him inside her in a way she’d never experienced before.
She couldn’t control her writhing, which led to him pinning her with his forearm and latching onto her sex, using his tongue to flick her nub, his lips to tug her lips. A sensual attack on her clit that involved nibbling and sucking also involved him inserting a finger inside her, finally something to squeeze. The addition of a second digit pushed her over the edge, and she bucked hard as she came.
But still, he didn’t stop. He kept lapping and teasing until she squirmed and panted again. How was this even possible? She never orgasmed twice in a row. Then again, she’d never been with someone like Phoenix.
He brought her to a fever pitch before kneeling to shuck his shorts, revealing his erect cock. She couldn’t help but reach out to grab him. He hissed as she stroked the velvet-covered steel shaft, his hips twitching in time to her rhythm, his whole body trembling.
“Lie down,” she softly ordered.
He quickly complied, and she straddled him, her sex hovering over his straining shaft. She held his gaze, smoldering and glowing as she impaled herself on him. She didn’t do it slowly; no need, with her channel already loose and lubricated.
Phoenix yelled, and his hips surged upward, driving deep, which led to her almost collapsing atop him as the jolt ofpleasure hit. She braced her palms on his chest, fingers digging into his flesh as she began rolling her hips, keeping him deep, squeezing him tight. The slow rotation of her pelvis provided a breathtaking sensation on her clit that had her sex clenching even tighter.
His hands settled on her hips, their firm strength helping her to keep a rhythm, a steady churn and grin that had her forgetting to breathe as her second climax approached—and hit!
She went stiff as she orgasmed, unable to think or move, just feel, feel the bliss that multiplied as he joined her, his cock spasming and spilling, bathing her in heat.
The intensity of not one but two orgasms had Nadirah collapsing on him, chest to chest, both of them heaving with exertion and slick with sweat.
It took a while for their breathing to even out and their heart rates to slow.
He murmured, “Why have we waited this long to do that?”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “That was better than expected.”
“Not really. I knew from the moment we met it would be good.”
“Oh?”
“There’s something about you, Nadirah. Something I can’t resist.”
Words to make a heart burst. “I’m quite intrigued by you, too,” she replied, her head resting on his chest, the steady thump of his heart soothing. So calming, in fact, she fell asleep.
He must have, too, because she woke to find them in a tangle of naked limbs where every movement brought a shiver of awareness and led to a second bout of lovemaking.
Yes, love. Nadirah might not have known Phoenix for long, but the feelings she had for this man consumed her. It might have frightened, only it reminded her of what Nenek used to say about her late husband.
When you meet the one, you will know.
But did he feel the same?
Chapter Sixteen
The next weekpassed in a blur, a good one. Phoenix spent his days either practising to shift under Farah’s guidance or intentionally letting Zafira injure him so he could try and control the shift at least from the other direction. He repeatedly failed. The only time he didn’t require injury to shift happened when he successfully hunted. Soon as he tasted blood, he was spitting it out on the ground, human, naked, and annoyed. It didn’t help Zafira mocked him.
“Weak,” she called him. “Real tiger like blood.” Problem being his human sensibilities struggled with the feral aspect of his feline.
It led to him deciding to try the fasting method to see if it would work for him. All it did was make him hangry.
Meditating as a tiger to try and morph into a man led to him napping—which at least left him energized for his nights with Nadirah.
