When she was halfway seated on his cock, she began wiggling and rocking her hips in a way that made sharp tingles run up his spine. Without realizing it, Khiva thrust up, hard, until his thickness was fully inside her. It was her surprised cry that made him freeze.
“Leeldra,” he rasped, “I apologize, I—”
His words ended with a grunt as she slid up and immediately snapped her hips back down, taking him even deeper.
“Pax,” he hissed, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. “Nrivi!”
More.
Evelyn’s lips were parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure, as her palms spread over his chest, steadying herself as she slowly began to rock over him. Her pace was just fast enough to keep him growling, but slow enough to drive him mad, hovering on the edge of orgasm as her walls clenched around him.
Khiva looked up at her as she mated him. Even fully clothed, she never ceased to arouse him in a way no other female had before her. What struck him most was the openness around them, the cool air, the quietness of the Lake District at night, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the sound of him inside her.
Khiva pressed his fingers between her thighs, finding the hardened, aching bud of her clit, and she let out a strangled gasp, her hips jerking in an uneven rhythm for a brief moment.
“K-Khiva,” she breathed.
He gave her a responding trill in the back of his throat, beginning to take over once she began to falter. He recognized the signs of her orgasm before perhaps even she did. Her inner walls tightened the smallest amount, her abdomen clenched, and her movements became frantic over his cock.
As he continued to stimulate her clit, his other hand gripped her hips, nudging her slightly higher so he could fuck her with more leverage and power.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, huffing out quick breaths as he plunged into her cunt, over and over again, with a pace that made her breasts bounce wildly, even in her thick dress. Though he was underneath her, though she’d started their mating with the erotic control, it was now Khiva who held her captive.
Evelyn bit her already flushed bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, which lolled to the side. Her palms put more pressure on his chest as she leaned more fully into him, trusting him to take her weight and see her through her orgasm.
And when she came on his cock, when he felt her inner walls spasm and flutter before her keening cry met his ears…Khiva knew ecstasy.
He only lasted until her first orgasm receded. By the time, she’d sagged into him more fully, his jaw clenched so hard with the force of his orgasm that he felt it pop.
Evelyn gasped, feeling histeelaempty inside her, lash after lash of hot cum that coated her walls. Mind-numbing pleasure made his vision blacken for a moment, his spine arching, his muscles tightening.
Masculine satisfaction lengthened his orgasm, that primal part of him compelling him to mark her with histeelaso any nearby males knew that she washisand his alone.
Her choked cry made him return to reality as histeelabegan to react in her body. Khiva growled, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her against him as his instinct demanded, as his cock continued to pulse and empty inside her. Even after his orgasm tapered off, he refused to leave her body. Among Keriv’i mates, there was no higher intimacy than remaining connected in that way after sex.
Evelyn moaned and trembled and writhed on top of him and he let out a comforting trill, smoothing his hand through her hair. A dangerous, stray thought hit him hard and for a moment, it stole his breath.
It didn’t stop him from voicing it though. In her ear, he rasped, “I want this with you. Always,leeldra.”
He wanted this freedom with her. A life with her. A family. A life that was only possible away from Everton, which was made it only a fantasy in his mind. Because to him, there was no escaping Everton.
Not unless you accept the help she offered, his mind whispered.
Khiva shut down those thoughts, wanting instead to watch hisleeldratake histeela. There was nothing more sensual than watching her in this state, knowing with masculine pride that he was the cause of her pleasure, that she was at his mercy, made even more potent by the fact that he didn’t have any neutralizers for her.
He trilled in anticipation, his gut clenching again as his cock hardened fully inside her.
Eventually, it became too much for her.
“K-Khiva…uhhh,” she gasped and shuddered. “Please.”
She wiggled over him, moving her hips. She drew in a rough, whistling breath, panting as the crest of pleasure continued to peak for her, over and over.
“Please what,leeldra?” he growled, teasing.
“It’s…it’s growing,” she rasped, her voice strained. “O-oh God, it’s…please!”
He bit into her shoulder gently, through the layers of clothes, just another way he wanted to mark her as his.
