“Then you’re going to love it when I beg,” I whisper, my hips pushing into his and driving his tail deeper. “Make me come again, King Negru.Please.”
A rumble ignites in his chest, part growl and part purr. “With my tail or my tongue?”
“Both?” I ask, feeling hot all over.
“Call me Ciprian again, and I’ll do whatever you desire, Viviana.”
The heat from my cheeks spreads down to my neck. “Can you pleasure me with your tongue and your tail, Ciprian?”
His gaze narrows to a smolder, the crimson flecks overtaking the obsidian color. “Do you promise not to move?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Then I shall…learn.” The tip of his tail expands inside me, nearly making me jump. But his weight holds me down. “Breaking promises already?”
“Not intentionally,” I breathe, fighting the urge to writhe as his appendage moves inside me.
His dark eyebrow wings upward. “Do I need to hold you down, sweet queen of mine?”
My throat works and I nod again. “I think so, yes.”
“Hmm,” he hums, then begins kissing a path downward. Goose bumps pebble down my arms as he nears my mound, my mind recalling how it felt to be bitten down there.
I’m not sure I’m ready for that again. It was so intense. And he… he didn’tstop. What if he does it again? What if he accidentally takes too much this time?
Shh,he hushes into my mind.I’m not going to bite you again until you ask me to.He presses a kiss to my clit just as his hands grab my hips to hold me down. It’s a good thing he caught me, or I would have jolted again.
It seems that staying still is impossible.
Especially with his tail doing… doing whatever it’s doing inside me.
And, oh God, his mouth…
His tongue is against my…
“Ciprian,” I moan, fisting the covers as my legs strain beneath him. I want to shift my hips. To ride his face. His tail.Him. He’s only just begun, and I’m nearly out of my mind with lust. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It’s like I’m insatiable.
Didn’t I just come a few minutes ago?
God, have I been coming all night?
My insides feel overheated, like I’ve recently climaxed… a lot more thanonce.
Five times throughout the fifteen hours,he says into my mind.So not too many times.
Five times while I was asleep is a lot of times, I say, moaning out loud as he sucks on my sensitive nub.God, don’t stop.
Then call me Ciprian, not God. Or, if you must use a formality, then “mate” would be nice.
The possession underlying his tone has me shuddering, my heart racing in my chest.I feel possessed.
Me too, regina mea. Me too.He punctuates the words by tonguing my clit as he strokes my G-spot with his tail.
I’m a slave to the sensations. A slave to his touch. A slave to hismouth.
I don’t inch closer to the edge—I soar right off of it, his name leaving me on a scream as I experience what might just be the most intense orgasm of my life.
I black out.
