“Lysi?”
“Y-yes,” she replied, her eyes going half-lidded again, that flush beginning to spread up her throat and across her neck.
Goddess, she pleased me.
I shifted forward, plastering the front of our bodies together, though I was careful not to crush her with my bulk. When I thrust into her again, a surprised cry fell from her lips, her eyes going between us though she wouldn’t be able to see anything.
“You feel mydakke?” I purred into her ear.
“Ahh gods, yes!Wh-what…”
She trailed off, her eyes rolling back into her head when I thrust again.
That bump above my cock stimulated our females. It seemed to line up perfectly withvekkirifemales’ pleasure centers too. When engorged, it pulsed with my heartbeat. It was hard and hot against her most sensitive place.
The pleasure was sublime. The feel of her cunt was dizzying, making it hard to think. I hissed when I thrust into her for the fourth time, the sound mingling with her desperate cry when mydakkethrummed.
My control was beginning to disintegrate.
“Spread wider,” I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice.
Helplessly, she shifted her thighs around me, allowing medeeperinside. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I gripped her legs, wrapped them tight around my hips until they looped across my lower back. Her little feet brushed the base of my tail and I groaned.
And when I sunk into her again?
I wentdeep.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her guttural cry made me push forward harder.
Perfection.
Too good, came my desperate thought.Vok!
Then that control snapped. I growled, gripping her tighter, pounding my hips against her, once, twice, the energy inside me readying to give hereverything.
“D-Davik?”
She sounds frightened. The thought sounded far away, echoing in my mind, trying to penetrate the thickened wall that had risen between reason and blinding, lustfulneed.
She should be frightened, was my next thought.
Chapter Twenty-Five
His eyes glowed when I said his name.
I hadn’t meant to. It had slipped out. Then a flash of anger had come over his face, that cold darkness that I had always sensed inside him.
My instinct was to use my gift to soothe him—but now that I knew hesensedit, I thought better of it. So, instead, I stroked my hand over his chest since he’d seemed to like it before.
He closed his eyes, shaking his head once, hard. As he did, he thrust deep into my body and my breath left me. It was rough, punishing. The pleasure mingled with the pain…but I didn’t like it. I wanted the Davik that had been present with me before, the one who had kissed me like he couldn’tnotkiss me and whispered wicked things into my ear as his body stroked inside me. Not this angry male who was using his strengthagainstme, notforme.
“Davik,stop,” I whispered, my teeth clenching after another thrust.
His eyes were glowing but I wouldn’t be cowed. Not about this. I held his name on my tongue and if he thought it had power then I would damn well use it.
It might’ve held power after all because he stilled inside me, his arms shaking on both sides of my head.
“You’re hurting me,” I told him, looking up at him. Maybe Dakkari females could take this roughness…but I couldn’t. My sex was still tender from when he’d first entered my body.
