Slowly, Nyte eased back and sat on his heels, staring down at her. His eyes dragged over her body slowly, their leisurely movement completely at odds with the inferno of lust aflame within them.
He drew in a deep breath, chest swelling, and growled again. “Gods, how your scent has taunted me. Beckoning me to have a taste…”
Those wispy shadows grew more substantial as they coiled around her wrists and ankles like shackles. Nyte grinned, and the shadows binding her ankles pulled outward, splaying her legs wide and spreading her pussy to his hungry gaze.
Oh God…
Her sex clenched, and she felt her slick seeping from it.
“But I will have more than a simple taste, witch.” Nyte curled his fingers around her inner thighs, pricking her skin with his claws as he guided them upward. “I will have all of you.”
Chapter Thirteen
This was dangerous. Far more so than Nyte had realized.
The way Ember was looking at him now, with the lust in her eyes tempered by something soft, something affectionate, something...unfamiliar, it was nearly more than he could bear. It made him feel wanted. Full. Confused.
And it made his desire burn with the heat of a thousand stars.
Even at the height of his entanglement with Sarnessa, he’d not felt such want, such need.
His fingers flexed, and the tender flesh of her thighs yielded beneath them. Ember’s cunt lay before him, pink and swollen, delicate and delectable, and the scent of her arousal…
Was this how mortals felt when they were drunk? This headiness, this haze, this absence of self-control? This yearning? Ember’s sweet fragrance swirled around him, flooded him, permeated him, weaving with the very shadows that comprised his being, and he welcomed it.
His tail lashed, his body thrummed with anticipation, and the pressure low in his belly forced his cock to take shape. Hecouldn’t withhold a groan. That flesh was so sensitive that even the touch of the cool air was almost too much to resist. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from Ember, washing over him in waves, enticing him and urging him closer.
Ember’s essence glistened on her cunt like dew drops gathered on the petals of a flower. Nyte’s hunger deepened and expanded, becoming something as vast and unfathomable as the empty space between the stars.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Dropping his head, he dragged his tongue up her slit, gathering every drop of her essence until he reached the hard bud of her clit. He gave it a flick. Ember gasped, her body jolting, but his shadows held her legs apart, keeping her from closing herself off to him.
“Nyte,” she breathed, tugging at her wrist restraints.
His gaze met Ember’s as her taste spread over his tongue. “Long had I heard mortals speak of ambrosia, of a drink so sweet and pure it is reserved only for the gods. Now I know it is no myth.”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
He grinned as he moved his mouth back to her pussy, allowing his breath to whisper over her as he spoke. “Oh, I do not intend to, witch.”
Nyte licked her again and again, his tongue caressing her labia, teasing her entrance, and circling her clit without applying direct pressure or contact. He relished her every reaction—the twitches coursing through her, the way she rolled her hips, every sigh and moan escaping her lips. All of it begged him for more without the need for words.
And though his desire had swelled to swallow up his entire being, though it ached with a ferocity like he’d never known, though he craved more than anything to be inside Ember, heobliged her. Her pleasure was his own, and her taste was a thrill in itself.
He needed more.
Pushing her thighs higher, spreading her sex wider, Nyte thrust his tongue deep inside her hot cunt. With his fangs pressed to her delicate flesh, he pumped his tongue. Her inner walls clenched around it.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, arching her back. “Nyte…”
His cock twitched, and he closed his eyes in satisfaction at the sound of his name on her lips. Such passion, such reverence…
Nyte quickened his strokes, curling his tongue in a way that made Ember moan and strain against her bindings as she undulated her hips. He wanted to hear his name again, wanted to hear her crying it out like a benediction, wanted her to sing it into the night.
He directed his shadows to flow over her skin, to caress her, to enfold her in his dark embrace that he might feel all of her at once.
Her cunt wept with her essence, and he lapped it all up, thirsty for more. She was so sweet, so warm and wet.
