His hand came to the back of my head. His voice came out even rougher. “Again.”
I kissed the tip. Then my tongue darted out to slowly lick the underside of the swollen head, testing, gauging his reaction.
His hips jerked, seemingly of their own accord, and Seerin hissed, “Vok, rei thissie.”
“Again?” I whispered.
His eyes pinned me into place. I felt his hand tighten in my hair, as if afraid I would move away.
“Lysi.”
That time, I licked up the whole length of his thick shaft, feeling his cock throb against my tongue. Seerin’s breath came out harsh and he murmured something in Dakkari, though I couldn’t make out a single word.
“What now?” I asked him, wanting to please him. But I was inexperienced in these things. I didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a male like this.
He choked out an almost pained laugh at my eager question. “With the exception of biting,rei thissie, anything you do to me feels good.”
“Tell me.”
His swallow was audible.
“Open,” he rasped, brushing his fingers against my lips. I parted them at his words and he gently eased the head of his cock inside. His voice was roughened as he said, “This is where I am most sensitive. Suck me here,kalles.”
A harsh growl burst from his throat when I immediately did as he instructed. His shaft was thick and engorged, but I widened my jaw as best as I could while still suckling on the tip. The beginnings of his seed pushed from the head, wetting my tongue, and I lapped at the slit for more, finding I liked the earthy, musky taste.
“Vok, Nelle,” he groaned harshly, his hand tightening on the back of my head.
The muscles in his thighs trembled slightly as I lapped and sucked. As I moved from the head, over to the side of his cock, I saw his bump, just over the base of his shaft. I remembered, when he’d been so deep inside me, how it had lined up perfectly with my clitoris, how it had throbbed and heated and pulsed against me.
I reached out to touch it, my fingertips still oiled after running them over his body. His hips jerked when I brushed my hand over it. It was hot and hard, just like his cock.
“What is this called?”
“Dakke,” he growled, those eyes piercing into me. Oh yes, my demon king liked me exploring him very, very much.
Leaning forward, I kissed him there too, causing a harsh breath to exhale sharply from his chest. When I dragged my tongue over it, his body rippled. When I sucked it, just like I had the head of his cock, he froze completely.
Before I knew it, I was off the floor of thevoliki, in his arms, and then my back was on his bed, the furs tickling my tingling skin.
It seemed I’d pushed him too close to the edge, judging by the darkened, focused look on Seerin’s face. I opened my mouth to ask him how sensitive hisdakkewas, but the words died completely in my throat when he immediately pushed my thighs wide…and drove deep, deep inside with one claiming thrust.
Seerin fucked me wildly, his oiled skin slapping against my own. And all I could do was grip his shoulders and receive him. I was already incredibly aroused from exploring his body, from watching his reactions as I sucked and licked his cock, from hisdakkegrinding into me, that when my orgasm began to crest, I wasn’t even surprised.
“Lysi,” he growled in my ear. Gently, he bit the column of my neck again and then rasped, “Come on my cock,rei thissie.Vok, I can feel you!”
The intense pleasure made me cry out, made my hips buck against him and my spine arch. In the midst of my orgasm, I perceived his thrusts quickening.
“Too close already. Kassikari, you would have made me come all over your sweet little tongue.”
Seerin threw his head back and he bellowed to the domed ceiling of thevolikias his seed burst from his tip. His hips continued to rock into me as his heat coated medeeply. His head dropped into my neck, his hair falling over my heavy breasts, and I wrapped my arms around him as he spent the last of his seed into my body.
We laid there in quiet for a moment as we both recovered. When Seerin rolled us until we lay on our sides and pulled the furs over us, I pressed a kiss to his strong, marked chest.
I tilted my face back to meet his eyes. His fingertips caressed my bare shoulder and his other hand clasped the swell of my hip.
“Is it always like this?” I whispered.
I didn’t know what I was asking. I didn’t know whether I’d meant the sex…or something deeper. Or both.
