Monte groaned into her mouth as she explored his full length, from the hot throbbing tip down to the base. He could feel his heart pounding in sync with his pulsating desire—every beat echoing where Kiri’s hands touched him.
Her touch was incredibly intimate—it sent shockwaves rippling through Monte’s body, amplifying his need for her tenfold. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of her hands on him—the gentle pressure of her slender fingers moving over hisstav, exploring every ridge and vein with delicate curiosity.
His breath hitched as she ran her thumb over the sensitive tip of hisstav, spreading his precum that flowed freely there.
Kiri used both hands to caress him fully, her touches growing more confident as she gauged his reactions. His length throbbed beneath her touch, twitching and jerking, wanting its release.
The cry that erupted from his throat was swallowed by Kiri’s mouth on his, muffling the sound with her passionate kisses.
The world narrowed to just Kiri—her scent, her touch, her taste. Hisstavthrobbed powerfully in response to every flick of her wrist and squeeze of her fingers.
His tail twitched involuntarily at each stroke as he tried to remain still.
It was important for him to let his mate remain in control, as hard as it was. She was a fragile human, and he… was a monster… with the power of the nearing full moon pulsing in his veins.
Every part of him was attuned to Kiri’s touch, and he soon found himself teetering on the edge of climax.
Monte gasped as Kiri’s touch ignited a fire inside him, his heart beating faster and faster as her tender fingers stroked him, sending waves of heat coursing through his entire body. He felt his muscles tense beneath her touch as he gripped the rug, not wanting to scare her—or ruin the moment.
As she pumped her hands up and down hisstav, he let out a loud growl—a primal sound that echoed off the walls around them.
Their kisses grew more passionate, more urgent; their tongues tangled together as they explored each other’s mouths with hungry fervor. Kiri nipped at his lower lip before slipping away to tease it with her teeth, leaving a trail of tingling sensation along his jawline as she moved lower to nip at his neck.
He groaned into the kiss, arching his back off the rug as she continued her ministrations on him. His mind spun uncontrollably, as he gave himself over to the sensations.
He grunted, rolling them over, pinning Kiri beneath him. Unable to resist her any longer, Monte growled low in his chest. “Hold still.”
“It won’t fit,” she reminded him softly, a slight waver in her voice giving away her uncertainty.
“Trust me,” he breathed into her ear before pressing a long line of soft kisses down the length of her body.
Monte lavished attention on every inch of her supple form as she writhed beneath him. His lips found their way to the inside of her thighs, feather-light kisses tracing hot trails along her skin. Her breath hitched as he moved further between her legs.
The scent of Kiri, her arousal sharp and sweet as he kissed along the curve of her thighs. Every sound that slipped from her lips spurred him on: soft sighs that morphed into gasps and cries that echoed throughout the room.
Reaching between her legs, he dipped his head to explore her further. The taste of her was intoxicating. Kiri writhed beneath him, urging him on with breathless pleas and moans.
When at last he settled between her parted thighs, Kiri cried out, her back bowing off the rug as Monte’s skilled tongue delvedinto her folds. He laved and suckled, stoking the flames of her desire until she was trembling on the precipice of ecstasy.
Every whimper, every shudder sent waves of pure desire coursing through him.
“Monte, please,” she keened, her hips undulating against his ministrations. “I need you...”
As he pleasured her with his mouth, his hand wrapped around his ownstav,mirroring the rhythm he maintained with his tongue between her folds. The sweet music of her cries echoed in sync with each pull of his hand on himself.
Monte lost himself in her—her touch, her taste, her sounds.
It was primal and instinctual and wholly encompassing. He relished in it—this raw passion that tugged at him as much as it fulfilled him.
Each time she chanted his name was like a spell cast over him, binding him closer to her—and he gladly allowed himself to become fully bewitched by her.
Higher and higher they climbed, chasing their climax. Kiri shattered first, Monte’s name falling from her lips like a prayer as waves of euphoria crashed over her, her thighs squeezing his head tightly. Her body convulsed with pleasure as Monte continued to draw out every last tremor from deep within her.
Monte followed moments later, emptying himself with a roar of completion.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, hearts pounding, bodies sated and glistening with the evidence of their lovemaking. Monte gathered Kiri close, rolling them on their side. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he fought to catch his breath.
“That was...” Kiri trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
