“M-maybe…maybe it’s better if you don’t see.”
Her words were so quiet but they tugged at his chest.Vrax, he could hear the worry and fear in her voice.
“I will need to heat the water gourds,” he reminded her gently. “You will need them.”
He didn’t remind her that he would be able to see her in the darkness regardless of the fire or not.
She groaned, but didn’t protest when he went about making a fire, though he made it as far away from her as possible and kept the flame low. Once the gourds were heating, his gaze couldn’t help but flash over to her. Illuminated by the fire, her face flushed, her eyes bright, she looked every bit like a fantasy made flesh. A glimmer of sweat dotted her forehead and the hem of her tunic had begun to ride up her thigh.
Swallowing, he looked away, trying to measure out his breaths evenly and quickly. Every whiff he caught, every little mewing sound he heard, made his whole body clench withneed.Vrax, he’d never felt need like this before.
Settling as far away as he could, he put his back to one of thenixiatrunks, mirroring her position. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her tunic ride up more. Between her thighs, he caught a flash of her bare sex. Pink, wet, swollen with desire and need.
“Vrax,” he growled out before jerking his head away and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Cruxan,” she whimpered. A moan tumbled from her lips next and it was everything he ever wanted to hear from hisluxiva…if it were her choice and not thetevvax’s.
One thing was becoming clear. This night would absolutely destroy him.
Crystal feltlike a stranger in her own body. Everything in her felt different, felt liketoo much.
Her senses were overloaded, her whole body tingled, and she felt a dull, throbbing ache deep inside that made her want to moan in pleasure and scream in frustration at the same time. She needed that ache filled. She needed that ache filled badly.
She’d never been one to show her desire openly. Even in the beginning of her first and last relationship, she’d been shy and inexperienced. In the beginning with Leo, however, she’d come to appreciate sex, at least before everything went downhill. She missed it. She missed that connection, that raw animal need, the weight of a male’s body pressed against her, that musky, delicious smell on her skin afterwards.
But she’d always been private about sex. She’d always envied the women who had the confidence to make their intentions clear with a man they saw at a bar or from across a room or at a party. Crystal had never been one of those women.
So, in reality, she should’ve been mortified that Cruxan was seeing her this way. Certainly, she’d felt it when she sensed the rising tension in her body. She’d felt fear too, dismay.
But now?
She’d never feltanythinglike the desire rising inside her and it was only growing. She simply didn’t care anymore. The need inside her felt powerful, a force that she couldn’t stop so she might as well bend to its will.
She didn’t care that he saw her this way. That was the most baffling notion, perhaps, out of all of this. Nothing else mattered but easing the ache inside her. Nothing else mattered but releasing some of the pinching tension deep in her core.
She wanted sex. She wanted it so bad that despite everything, she was prepared to beg for it.
“Cruxan,” she panted.
He was sitting rigid and still across the clearing, as if the slightest move would make everything crumble around them. Perhaps it would.
Crystal eyed him with a heavy lidded gaze. He was a magnificent male. Even when she’d done everything to deter his advances, she’d always known he was magnificent.
His chest gleamed bronze from the fire, the golden bars through his nipples shining. Her mouth watered. She wanted to lick those bars, wanted to lick a line down his chest, wanted to free his cock from his pants, and push him inside her.
Crystal felt dizzy. The world was beginning to spin but all her attention was focused on the male in the clearing, like a predator with its prey.
He’s my mate, isn’t he?her mind whispered, like a devil on her shoulder.It’s okay if anything happens between us. It was bound to happen anyways.
He looked like he was in physical pain as she purred, “Cruxan, come here.Please.”
He didn’t move. Not a single inch. “Nix,luxiva.”
“Cruxan,” she moaned as another brutal wave of need crashed over her, dragging her deeper, dragging her under. She thrashed, her legs squeezing together. Too far gone, her hand raced between her thighs and she gasped when her fingers brushed her engorged, sensitive clit. To her amazement, she began to orgasm immediately, that small touch enough to send her over the edge.
Her back arched against the trunk of the tree, her eyes squeezing shut, as her cry of pleasure echoed through their camp. It was an orgasm so intense that her world went black for a moment.
When she resurfaced, to her agony, she realized her orgasm didn’t do anything to assuage the need roaring inside her.
