Ember closed her lips around her finger and sucked away her arousal.
“You wicked witch,” he bit out. A drop of glittering silver cum seeped from the tip of his cock.
Slowly, she pulled her finger free, tracing her bottom lip with it as her mouth curved into a smile. “You can keep me, Nyte. Forever.”
Suddenly, Nyte was immediately in front of her. She had no idea whether he’d simply moved faster than her eyes could perceive or had teleported, only that he was right there, his hands taking her hips in an iron grip that pressed his claws into her flesh.
Shadows swirled around her, and the world disappeared for an instant, though his hold on her remained as solid and sure. When they reappeared, he was no longer in front of Ember, but beneath her, with her ass on his chest and her knees on either side of his head.
Ember’s eyes flared as they met his burning, starlit gaze.
Curling his hands around her thighs, he dragged her forward until her pussy was over his face. “This cunt is fuckingmine.”
And then his mouth was on her.
Ember gasped as he latched on to her clit, giving it a rough, sharp suck that sent a burst of pleasure through her. Her hands floundered, unsure of what to grasp, until they finally dropped to his horns. She gripped them tight, brow furrowing as the overwhelming sensation built and built, making her toes curl.
“Oh, oh fuck! Nyte!” she cried, eyes squeezing shut.
Right before she would’ve come, he released her clit, and his hot, delectable tongue swept between her folds. A shuddercoursed through her, and her clit pulsed in the aftermath, aching from the orgasm he’d denied her.
“No!” she gasped. “No, no, no.”
He growled, the vibrations rolling into her an instant before he plunged his long tongue inside her pussy. Her inner walls clenched around the sweet invasion. His claws dug into her skin as he impaled her with his tongue, as it darted in and out in quick, deep thrusts, twisting and curling, hitting every sensitive spot within her.
Then his mouth was back on her clit, his tongue and lips lavishing it with slow, lingering nips and circular strokes. She could feel the scrape of his fangs against her tender flesh, and that only added to the thrill of it, making her belly flutter.
And all she could do was writhe above him, as his hands were banded firmly over her legs, keeping her in place while he devoured her pussy with those otherworldly eyes never wavering.
Soft wisps brushed along her skin as shadows drifted off him to touch seemingly every part of her.
Ember panted, rasping his name over and over, unable to keep still. She needed more pressure, more friction, more of him. Everything about this moment, everything about Nyte was overwhelming, but it was never enough. It never would be. She would always want more.
Heat spread through her body, her skin tingled, her pelvis rocked, and her thighs trembled. She tightened her grip on his horns. She was so, so close.
When the sensations became too staggering, she fell forward onto her hands and rode his face, inhibitions vanishing. All that existed was Nyte and the pleasure roiling within her. Her breasts swayed beneath her, and her moans filled the room as she grinded against him.
The sounds he made were bestial, snarls, growls, and gruntsfrom deep in his chest that vibrated against her pussy, enhancing the feel. His tongue lashed her clit quickly, brutally, again and again and again.
Clutching her thighs, Nyte pulled her down firmly, closed his lips over her clit, and sucked.
Ember’s body went taut as stars careened into her, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her vision. A keen burst from her throat, escalating into high-pitched cries. Her body spasmed as wave after wave of ecstasy assailed her, and though she tried to escape the onslaught, Nyte kept her trapped against his mouth.
“Nyte!” she begged, tears stinging her eyes from the intensity of it, but he did not relent. Not until she was taken by another orgasm that forced a rush of liquid heat from her.
Chapter Twenty
Nyte drank from Ember as she came. He held her legs in place, not allowing her cunt out of reach as he lapped up every drop of her essence and coaxed yet more from her. She trembled atop him, her thighs quaking on either side of his head, and her impassioned, desperate cries filled the air in the most arousing song he’d ever heard.
He should’ve been satisfied with that nectar. Should’ve been sated. How many could say they had sampled something so pure, so heavenly? To seek more from her would’ve been selfish, greedy, gluttonous.
But his raging need was far too powerful for him to care about such things. The potential pain and suffering, that vulnerability, none of it mattered. Ember was everything now, and he would not deny himself further.
Snarling, he tore his mouth from her. Her slick dripped down his chin, and his tongue darted out to lick it away. Her scent flooded his nose, leaving room for no others, and he breathed it in hungrily.
In a torrent of shadows, he vanished from beneath Ember and rematerialized behind her. On her hands and knees, she turned her head immediately to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded and glossy with pleasure and desire.
She looked at him with as much need as he felt. A mortal, matching his appetite. By all the hells, she was perfect.
