When she met his eyes, he had a strange, unreadable look.
“What is it?” she whispered, feeling her body slowly start to accommodate his thickness.
Khiva shook his head in a very human way and the expression was gone. Something in his gaze, however, made her feel warm and hot.
“More?” he asked hoarsely.
Her lips quirked and she nodded. Again, he retreated from her body before driving back inside. Another couple inches, but she was already becoming used to his size, to the strange sensation of intense fullness and heat.
When he pulled out for the last time and then thrust back in, he hilted inside her, as much as physically possible, at least, because his cock was too long for her to take all of him.
A strained bellow fell from his lips as Eve choked out a startled moan. She bit her lip, her heartbeat thrumming in her throat. She became aware, for the first time, that his pre-cum was beginning to warm inside her and her wide-eyed gaze went to him as her back arched in response.
For the first time, Khiva’s lips curled at the edges into a small smile as he watched her squirm on his cock.
“Khiva,” she whispered.
“Ready?” he growled. “I cannot wait a moment longer to mate you the way Ineedto, Evelyn.”
Mate. Such a primal word and she felt that word all the way to her wet, aching sex.
Eve hardly managed a nod before Khiva retreated and thrust back into her.Hard. So hard she sucked in a breath, almost choking on a surprised moan at the same time. There was only a slight feeling of discomfort before the soft pleasure from his pre-cum stole it away.
And then there was only pleasure. Intense, endless pleasure.
“Pax,” Khiva growled, before he did it again. And again. And again.
Eve’s hand came to the back of his shoulders, her fingernails clenching into his skin as she tried to hang on.
“Oh my God,” she cried, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her spine bowed.
This is what I’ve been missing, she thought mindlessly, in a pleasure-filled haze that hardly seemed real. Never had she felt anything like the feel of a male’s demanding cock inside her. She felt Khiva’s warm, ragged pants whisper across her skin as he kissed and sucked the side of her neck and below her ear. The heat of him, the weight of him, the smell of him…it was divine.
And the way he groaned and trilled deep in his throat whenever she clamped down on him…nothing had ever aroused her as much as those sounds.
Eve felt so full. Every dizzying thrust of his cock inside her dragged across her sensitive inner walls. Every jerk, every breath, every perfect snap or roll of his powerful hips against her was absolute perfection.
Before she knew it, before she was ready, she was cumming.
She heard her scream before she realized it was her own as rhythmic waves of pleasure stole what remained of her breath. As the walls of her sex clenched, she realized her orgasm felt so vastly different because she was filled to the brim with Khiva’s cock.
She heard a rough growl through the haze of pleasure and felt Khiva’s hips snap forward, so hard that her teeth clattered and another dizzying wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
Full, full, full, her mind screamed. God, he was so hard, so thick inside her. With every retreat, that bulbous head of his cock stretched her entrance in a maddening, arousing way. Her hips moved restlessly of their own accord, matching his thrusts even though she was still in the thick of her orgasm.
“K-Khiva,” she moaned, looking up at him, her breasts bobbing in time with their combined thrusts.
The deep green and gold and inky indigo of his swirling beautiful eyes watched her, consumed her. His mouth moved, guttural words tumbling his lips, but it took Eve a moment to realize they were in his own language, the Keriv’i language.
What he said, she didn’t know. But the expression on his face was intense, similar to the one he’d had when she’d stroked down his back. Her skin prickled and goosebumps erupted over every inch of her flesh, her body apparently hearing what went unspoken.
Her gaze was drawn between their bodies and she swallowed a gasp as she watched him thrust into her, his thickness disappearing inside. It was an erotic sight. His dark cock was slick with her arousal and creamy wetness, his clear pre-cum gleaming at the very tip. And her sex…it was pink and aching and flushed with her desire for the male between her thighs.
Right then, she understood why he’d used the wordmate. They weren’t just having sex. Khiva wasmatingher body. The sounds of it filled the room, of flesh slapping against flesh, of breathy moans and rough pants. It was the way her fingernails raked down his back and the way he growled in response, a sound she felt almost as deeply as his cock. And the smell…she could become addicted to that singular musky, spicy scent.
“I cannot…” he started to say before his eyes squeezed shut. “Vauk, leeldra! Forgive me, I cannot last. I need to cum!”
Forgive him? she thought in a daze, almost wanting to chuckle if another orgasm wasn’t so close, if he wasn’t so, so deep.
