Her thighs tensed around him. Was she close already? Cruxan was determined to find out. He wanted to discover everything that made hercrazed. He wanted to discover everything she liked, every little thing that made herneedhim.
He eyed the hardened little bud he’d felt earlier and he watched her as he leaned forward, lapping at it slowly. Her stomach tensed and she panted and squirmed. Desire curled hot in his belly and he brushed his lips over it, her scent all around him.
When he softly closed his lips around the bud and gave it a gentle suckle, her hip jerked immediately and then she was crying out, her face scrunched up in pleasure as she orgasmed.
He purred, delighted with her, delighted that she was such a sensitive little creature. The things he would show her…the things he would do to her…
Once she lets me, he thought.
She was gasping as she came down from the high of it, but Cruxan didn’t stop. A strangled moan tore from her when she realized he had no intention of stopping. Not yet.
“C-Cruxan?”
Her nipples were pebbled tight and her chest was heaving.
“I am just beginning,luxiva,” he growled.
Crystal shivered,already feeling her next orgasm build. She’d lost track after four. She guessed this impending one might be her sixth or seventh.
Her body ached, sore from tensing and writhing through the pleasure. Her pussy tingled constantly and Cruxan had begun to soften his strokes around her, as if he sensed she was nearing her limit.
It was strange. She was in some kind of euphoric state where everything seemed calm and yet nothing was. She was still floating on her back in the middle of the hot spring. Steam rose around her and her skin was so sensitive that she swore she felt the tendrils of it curl over her.
Above her was the night sky of Luxiria. Bright stars, so incredibly bright, of constellations she didn’t recognize. A bright moon that made the the sky look like it was from a dream.
Was this a dream? She couldn’t tell. Itfeltlike one…one of her good ones, at least.
But no, this was reality. And reality was Cruxan, hot and strong and commanding her body in ways she never thought possible. She felt his arms underneath her back, holding her steady, though her arms drifted, weightless, across it. She felt his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her sensitive, clenching walls, wringing more and more pleasure from her than she’d thought possible.
His tongue was hot, hotter than the water of the hot spring and she squeezed her eyes shut when she felt another orgasm cresting.
Her back arched, her head tipping back into the water until it rushed in her ears. Sound muffled underneath the surface, mirroring the calm chaos that was building inside her.
Her eyes flashed open as her next orgasm came. In disbelief, she looked up at the night sky again and she was so overwhelmed that she felt tears well up in her eyes and drip down her temples, into the water.
On and on, pleasure pounded her, tearing away everything.
She heard a noise from Cruxan and then, suddenly, she wasn’t floating anymore. She found herself in his arms, trembling from it all, as he wiped her cheeks. Her tears, she realized.
“Luxiva,” he rasped. “What is wrong? Did I do something?”
He’d stopped immediately because he’d seen her tears and she wanted to cry even more because of that.
God, she was a mess. But she supposed that six or seven or eight orgasms in a row could do that to a woman.
“N-nothing,” she breathed, wanting to reassure him. “No, you are…”
Amazing. Kind. Sexy as hell. Unlike anyone she’d ever imagined.
“You did nothing wrong,” she whispered, but his brows were drawn tight over his dark, wild eyes. She cupped his face and kissed him as reassurance, tasting herself on his tongue, which made her breath hitch. “I-It was amazing.”
“Tell me,” he murmured against her lips, obviously not convinced.
How could she when she didn’t even know?
She caught her breath in his arms, leaning her forehead against the side of his neck, feeling safe yet vulnerable at the same time. She still felt the remnants of her orgasms, little tendrils of pleasure thatzingedthrough her body.
“Luxiva,” he murmured, his own breathing ragged. Between them, he was still so hard. Impossibly so, but he’d already denied her touch once.
