“Khiva,” she said, unable to help a flush and a grin appearing on her face. Then he leaned forward, his arms flexing, those muscles bunching with his obvious strength, and took her lips in a slow, but fierce kiss. When he pulled back, she was dizzy, her arousal ramping up again. “U-upstairs.”
Khiva made a sound. An amused sound, but before she could say anything about it, he carried her out from the sitting room, up the stairs in the middle of the foyer, and when she pointed to her door, he brought them into her bedroom.
“Vauk,” he cursed. “I can smell you everywhere. Your scent drives me mad.”
As if to prove a point, he set her down on the ground and immediately started ridding her of her clothes, his movement jerky and hasty, a steady growl in his throat. As she stood there, dumbstruck, he pushed off her coat, tugged her dress over her head, rid her of her shoes, her stockings, and her undergarments, until she stood completely naked in front of him.
Andthen, he tossed her onto the bed. He got down on his knees on the ground, pulled her hips to the edge, gripped her ankles and pulled her thighs wide.
Then he buried his face into her sex.
Her scream would’ve woken the neighbors, had the walls not been so thick. Khiva groaned, his eyes rapt on her as he looked up at her from between her thighs. With expert precision, he tongued her clit, lapping with a steady, yet unpredictable rhythm that made her body erupt with tingles.
“Khiva,” she moaned. “Oh yes.”
“Demav, I’ve dreamed about your taste,leeldra,” he growled before lightly suckling on the aching bud. “Every time I slept, I saw you.”
Her heart fluttered and she said, panting, “I’ve dreamed of you too, Khiva.”
Khiva trilled but took his sweet time. His fingers stroked over her ankles and he kissed her inner thighs, nibbling on the sensitive flesh there on occasion. Keeping her right on edge as he teased her clit.
She wanted to cum…desperately.
But she wanted something else even more.
“Stop,” she moaned out. “Khiva, wait.”
He stopped, poised above her sex, looking at her questioningly.
When he released her ankles from his grip, she pushed up from the bed on shaking legs as he stood. Immediately, her hands tugged off his shirt before she stripped him of his loose, thin pants that had done nothing to hide the large, throbbing erection beneath.
It sprung forward, so hard that it bobbed against his abdomen, clear pre-cum wetting the tip.
Eve’s mouth actually watered at the sight of it. And in her fantasies about Khiva, of which there were many,shepleasuredhim. She’d always regretted not exploringhimon the night they’d had sex all those weeks ago.
She needed to start making up for lost time.
“Leeldra,” he murmured. “What do you…”
His words trailed off when she knelt in front of him. He made a choked sound in the back of his throat when he seemed to realize what her intention was.
“Leeldra,you—”
His words ended with a muted bellow as she grasped the base of his thick cock and slowly suckled on the head. His rough breaths met her ears, but she focused on wrapping her lips around him and taking him in as far as she could. It wasn’t far, however. He was much too big.
Instead, she happily focused on the very tip. She’d read that human men were most sensitive there, so perhaps Keriv’i males were too. The way he growled and groaned certainly told her that he liked what she was doing to him, which did wonders for her confidence.
Eve felt his hands come to grip her hair gently.
“Look at me,” he ordered and she almost moaned around his cock, loving the directness in his voice.
Immediately, her eyes flashed up to his though her mouth was full of his cock. The reaction in him was evident. His eyes flared, his jaw tightened, his abdomen clenched. Everything about him seemed bigger from this angle and she was reminded of the first time she’d seen him. She remembered thinking that with his strength and size, he’d be able to do whatever he pleased to her.
Eve did moan that time, squeezing her legs together at the thought. She liked him dominant. She liked when he directed her to please him. He was an unselfish lover…but she liked when he got at least a little selfish.
Nothing was more erotic to her than watching him seek his pleasure. Nothing was more erotic than getting him there.
She’d never sucked a male’s cock before, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. Khiva certainly seemed pleased with her, judging by his steady purrs and the way his hands moved through her hair.
