But what of Keriv’i and humans?
Eve’s cheeks flushed slightly and Khiva’s gaze caught it, even in the low light. “Kruvu?”
“Nothing,” she said, shutting down her dangerous thoughts.
He studied her, but didn’t ask anything further, to her profound relief.
Comfortable silence lapsed between them as Eve tried to memorize that moment. Everything about it. From the way he looked in the light, to the cool breeze, to the faint sound of rippling water, to the clean scent of the moss beneath them, and the lingering taste of him on her tongue.
She wanted to commit every detail to memory.
And he was watching her so intently that Eve knew he was doing the same.
She didn’t know how it happened, but eventually they began kissing. It was possibly a minuscule movement towards the other and then one of them answered the unspoken question. She didn’t quite know. But one moment they were looking at each other and the next, they were together.
Nonetheless, they took their time. The kiss started out soft and slow, like the rain on Sundays, their hands innocently touching and caressing and exploring.
But soon, it changed. Wandering hands gripped harder and became more urgent, tongues and limbs intertwined, soft moans met muted growls.
Khiva rasped, “Leeldra. We are not in that room this night.”
And Eve knew what he meant.
What he meant was that her flimsy excuse to not have sex with him no longer mattered. They were there, in the Lake District, under a canopy of trees, with no credits attached to their visit together.
For the first time, Eve wasn’t paying him for his time.
He’d asked to meet her because hewantedto be with her, because he cared for her the same way she cared for him.
His words were a question.
And Eve found herself saying, “Yes.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
It had been too long.
The moment she saidyes, Khiva didn’t waste another moment before he was hovering over her, his hands up the long skirt of her dress to rid her of any undergarments. His cock was already hard and aching for her, so strong with arousal that he wondered if it would rip through the seams of his clothing.
Evelyn helped him with an eagerness that only fueled his need. Their hands were blurs as they moved over one another’s bodies and when Khiva was about to duck his head between her thighs, needing a taste, she squeezed his shoulder.
“N-no, I need you now,” Evelyn whispered, tugging him back up until he met her lips. Khiva groaned into the kiss, but he let out a trill of surprise when she pushed him off. And though she was about a third of his size, she maneuvered him onto his back, before throwing a leg over to keep him in place.
If Khiva was aroused before…he could hardly think a coherent thought then. It was not a sexual position he’d expected for her to initiate.
“Is…is this alright?” she asked, quietly, her cheeks flushed.
Khiva exhaled sharply. Still shy and unsure, despite how sensual she was. She didn’t see it. Khiva would make sure she knew how erotic he found her.
“Pax,” he rasped, his hands running up her stocking-clad thighs before gripping her hips underneath her dress. “Pax, leeldra.”
It was all she needed to know before her fingers were tugging down the hem of his pants and Khiva growled when he sprang free, when she immediately wrapped her soft hand around his thickened base. His hips bucked of their own accord. Just a single touch and he was on the edge. His attraction to her wreaked havoc on his control.
As if sensing his urgency, Evelyn led his cock between her thighs, pushing away the cloth of her undergarment.
“Demav,” he hissed in Keriv’i when the tip of his cock encountered her warm, tight sheath.
Evelyn’s breaths were rough and deep as she slowly worked him inside her, while Khiva tried his hardest not to move, to give her time to become accustomed to his size again. Butvauk, she was tight.
