He wasravenous.
Rune devoured her like he had waited lifetimes to taste her, his tongue tracing poetry into her core, his growl rumbling deep in his chest as if this act was more sacred than prayer. She cried out, trembling as she fisted his hair in her shaking hands.
His touch was shadow and ruin.
A promise of everything she craved.
On the wall behind him rested a tall dressing mirror. She had full view of herself, of his face buried between her thighs. The animalistic sounds he made vibrated through her in mind-numbing waves. His caws dug into her ass, holding her tightly against him.
Alora’s head fell back as her cries echoed into the night air. Shadows lifted her waist and both legs wrapped around his face. His tongue was relentless, sucking on the tender center of her.
Her eyes rolled closed, her words a fevered rush. “Oh, right there. Don’t stop.”
She had begged for a kiss.
And he answered withworship.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
And he wasferal.
You’re so close. I feel you trembling on my tongue. Give it to me, songbird.
Then she was coming so hard her legs shuddered. They gave but he held her in place as he continued licking her through it, growling as he drank every drop.
His hands were shaking. From adrenaline or restraint. Like she was both sacred and delicate, he feared hurting her. If only he knew how desperately she wanted him to wreck her completely.
But she could barely stand as he set her down.
“I need more,” Rune growled.
His mouth left her, long enough to turn her around. She braced her hands against the mirror, his body bracketing hers in a way that assured she wouldn’t get away. Her soaked undergarments ripped away in his claws.
He forced her to bend over, and her face flamed to have all of her exposed to him. His mouth consumed her, all shadow and heat. And she watched as that wickedly long tongue curled between her folds and she realized with a electrifying shock Rune had aforkedtongue.
She cried out as a low, guttural growl, vibrated against her core.
And none of it sounded human.
Fangs grazed her, sparking shivers through her core. Her lust spilled down his wet chin as he continued to feast like a savage. His hand snaked up her front, and her dress tore away in his claws, releasing her breasts. Shadows swarmed her, stroking her sensitive flesh, and Alora sighed in delight.
He was everywhere. Invading. Demolishing.
The sear of that immoral tongue slid through her from tip to end.
She barely had time to convulse before it speared straight through her center. Her eyes rolled with a cry. Rune’s growl vibrated against her slick warmth, one clawed hand gripping her thighs tightly with bruising force.
His mouth was wild, annihilating her with every ounce of restraint breaking free. She melted against him, legs going numb, her fingers desperately clutching the glass fogging beneath her wild breaths.
His savage growls were all fire and fury, darkness wrapping around her like arms of smoke and silk. Then the air changed, the shadows lashed out, and something hard and sharp pressed into her lower back.
Horns.
Rune heaved back but Alora quickly turned around. His hulking form was hidden in the dark. All she could see was the hellfire in his wild eyes.
Swallowing, she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
