Belatedly, Eve realized she’d somehow forgotten that a Keriv’i’s cum was the reason they were so infamous, why a night with one of them was so expensive. She’d been so wrapped up in Khiva that when she felt the streams of his hot seed lash her inner walls, when she heard his loud roar of pleasure fill the room, when she felt his body shake and tremble above her as he emptied himself deep inside…she’d forgotten completely about what would happen next.
But nothing could’ve prepared her for that, not even if she’d remembered.
There were no words for the pleasure that welled up inside her, making her body tighten and tighten and tighten…until she snapped, hurtling towards something unknown.
Khiva stayed inside her body, his shoulders still quaking from his orgasm, as Evelyn’s breaths were stolen straight from her lungs. She screamed again and again, an endless sound, as unparalleled pleasure wrecked her from the inside out.
“Ah,pax, Evelyn,” Khiva growled. Through the blur, she saw his eyes, saw them rapt on her features as he smoothed his hand through her hair, as though to comfort her. “Feel myteela. Cum for me,leeldra. Cum so hard for me.”
“K-Khiva, Khiva,” she moaned and gasped as she writhed underneath him. “Oh my God! I…I…”
Thoughts were wiped from her mind. Whatever she’d been about to say, she forgot it in an instant as the most intense, wild, consuming orgasm of her entire existence raged through her unprepared body.
Nothing could’ve prepared her for it.
It wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It didn’t come in waves, it didn’t give her reprieve, it didn’t gently lower her back to reality once it was over. It was like an orgasm that was frozen in time…frozen in that stage of initial descent, where the pleasure assaulted her from all sides, that reckless plunge that made orgasms so deliciously wicked, so deliciously addictive.
Except it was never-ending. That jarring pleasure never left her, that plunge never let her catch her breath as she writhed on the sheets, as her nipples puckered tighter and tighter, and she gasped like a fish, desperate to gain control of her body.
Above her, somewhere, in another dimension entirely, Khiva murmured, “Tell me when it is too much, Evelyn.”Eva-leen. His voice changed slightly, growing deeper, “But take it for as long as you can.”
Oh my God.
He would ruin her. She knew that.
She’dknownthat.
“I will change you,leedra. You will never be the same,”he’d told her, just before he’d taken her virginity.
He’d been right.
Eve would never be the same again.
Chapter Thirteen
Khiva never wanted to leave the tight, hot pleasure of hisleeldra’sbody. With his other clients, he orgasmed inside them and then pulled away, knowing that theteelawould distract them long enough so he could gain control and recover whatever emotions raged inside him.
With Evelyn, however…he stayed imbedded deep within her, feeling her inner walls clench around him, tempting him to continue. He was still erect, even after that shattering orgasm. Keriv’i males could stay erect even after four or five orgasms, but he knew that the female underneath him, writhing beneath him, would need rest.
He was careful to keep his weight off her since she was so much smaller than he was. Even still, it didn’t prevent him from keeping her hips pinned as his eyes devoured the erotic sight she was gifting him.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips wet and parted in a silent cry. Khiva leaned his head down, unable to resist gently suckling on her upturned, peaked nipples.
A keening sound left her throat, her torso twisting. Khiva knew her whole body would be sensitive, knew that a Keriv’i’steelawas powerful and consuming.
He knew it would drive her to madness, but he turned his head to suckle the other and he felt her fingernails grip the flesh of his back.
Khiva growled, wanting the female laying under him to mark him. Keriv’i healed remarkably quickly, a trait that Madame Allegria knew all too well when it came to punishments. The marks Evelyn made down his back would be gone by the morning, but it aroused him greatly to know they were there.
When he pulled away from her nipple, he caught her lips in a slow kiss,needingmore of her. He trilled when she bit him bottom lip and he punished her by sucking on her tongue.
A choked sound tore from her throat and her back arched further, eyes squeezed shut through their kiss. Khiva wondered how long it would be before she asked for mercy, but he secretly hoped it wouldn’t be for a long while. It aroused him greatly to watch her like this and his hips jerked inside her of their own accord.
Evelyn gasped, her eyes flying open. Her gaze was glazed over but she watched him, her breath coming out in fast, shallow pants.
Khiva groaned, retreating again before thrusting forward. Her tantalizing breasts bobbed with the motion, but with more control than he thought capable, he stopped. She would be sore. If he gave her another thorough mating, he might hurt her.
So he waited and watched, stroking his fingers down her body, over her pink nipples, over her delicate cheekbones, and through her hair. Khiva knew she liked to be touched and he liked touching her. It helped to distract him from the clenching, pulsing walls that surrounded him. It kept him focused.
