If anything, it had made it worse.
Cruxan’s eyes were so dilated and dark that they appeared black. Black pools that reflected the fire’s light. His horns were ramrod straight and when her eyes trailed down his body to settle just below his abdomen, she saw his heavy, thick cock outlined in his dark pants. Impossibly thick and too big, but she wanted him. She wanted every last inch inside her. She’d never wanted anything more.
Crystal licked her lips, which made a harsh sound tear from Cruxan’s throat.
He’d told her that this night would hurt him, more than it would ever hurt her. Why? It didn’t have to hurt. Nothing had to hurt.
“Cruxan,” she rasped, her throat raw from her cries of pleasure. “I need you.”
He bit out a guttural curse and jerked his head to look away from her.
Crystal couldn’t understand why he was fighting this. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Her. He wanted her. And right now, allshewanted washim.
That knowledge made her push up from her seated position. Her knees trembled, her limbs felt entirely too long and too unsteady, but nonetheless, she crawled over to him across the clearing.
His eyes flashed to her, alarmed.
“Crystal,” he growled. “Stop.”
That need was pinching her again. So delicious that it was almost painful. She felt drunk on it. Her head was foggy with a haze of lust and she didn’t second guess herself when she crawled into Cruxan’s lap, straddling his strong thighs.
She almost groaned when his heat penetrated her skin, when his scent—which reminded her of the evergreen trees back in Washington—filled her nostrils. Was this how he felt whenever he scented her arousal? Crazed and needful?
“I want you,” she murmured to him, her hands pressing against his bare chest. “Please. It was always going to happen, wasn’t it?”
He looked pained again, like her words were cutting him with a blade. “Crystal, this isnotwhat you want.”
“I know what I want right now,” she argued, biting her bottom lip.
Looking at him pleased her. Immensely.
“I want to draw you, Cruxan. When we reachKroratax, will you let me?”
His brow furrowed, baffled and aroused and frustrated and in pain. She hadn’t had the courage to ask before, but her tongue was loose right then. She felt like asking…so she did. It wasfreeing.
“Luxiva,” he groaned when she trailed her fingertips over his pierced nipples, down his muscled, sculpted abdomen. He was so hard.Everywhere.
“Touch me,” she whispered in his ear, her tunic riding up her thighs as she squirmed in his lap. A sharp prick of need made her moan and she immediately pressed her hips down, grinding her bare sex over his hard cock.Sublime. “Yes,” she gasped.
He hissed, a dark sound falling from his throat that she wanted to hear over and over again. His strong palms grasped her hips, stilling her immediately. “Luxiva, stop this,” he growled.
“Why?” she groaned, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, frustrated that he’d stilled her hips.
She reached for his hand, curling her fingers around his palm, before leading it down her thigh, leading his hand underneath the hem of her tunic.
“Please touch me,” she begged him, pressing his hand against her slick, swollen pussy.
His touch was enough. Her stunned gaze flashed to his, her lips parted, when his fingers brushed over the wet slit of her sex. His fingers curled into her, for a brief moment, as if he physically couldn’t stop himself, as if he knew that he would own her there.
He groaned as she began to cum on his fingers. “Vrax,” was all she heard as her world tilted again, as she thrashed in his lap and let her cries of pleasure drift up between the trees that shrouded them.
She sensed him steadying her, keeping her upright so she didn’t fall over. His hand remained between her thighs, seeing her through her orgasm, elongating it until the last pulses were wrenched from her body.
Crystal dragged in breath like she’d been starved for air when she resurfaced for the second time that evening. And just as before, she groaned in frustration when her need didn’t go away. It was like her orgasm had never happened because she was just as she was before.
“More,” she begged Cruxan, her hands scrambling between them for his cock. She pushed the band of his pants down before he could protest, freeing what she wanted so desperately.
He bellowed out a rough cry when her hands clasped around his cock, her eyes widening when she realized she couldn’t fit her hand all the way around its girth. Knobs lined the top and the bottom of it and in stunned disbelief she watched as beads and beads of iridescent pre-cum pushed from his mushroomed tip.
