Quiet stretched between them. Dravka stayed near the washroom door though he was watching her. Carefully. Those dark eyes trying to read her, no doubt.
Taking in a deep breath, Valerie rose from the bed, the tunic she’d taken off sliding to the floor. Dravka’s nostrils flared again, his gaze flickering down her body, completely exposed to him.
“Val,” he bit out as she approached him.
His cock had been hard since the moment he stepped from the washroom. But she watched it twitch as she stepped closer, watched it bob when she placed her hands on Dravka’s chest.
She stroked the strong, shifting muscles there, heard his audible swallow.
“Dravka,” she started softly. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“You’re still healing,” he rasped, his voice husky. He was warm from the shower and smelled like he always did. Clean. Like pine, like the trees in the Lake District.
Again, a jolt went through her, realizing she’d never see it again. She’d never see Everton again.
“I don’t feel any pain,” she whispered up to him, reassuring him. “And I’m not tired. But I understand if you are. If you’d rather just go to bed and…”
She could feel his hearts pounding underneath her fingertips. And when she had stepped close enough? The tip of his cock dragged across her belly and he hissed out a small word she didn’t catch.
Valerie licked her lips and murmured, “It’s just that…well, we aren’t on Everton anymore, Dravka. And I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His eyes flared, his body tensing.
“But if you don’t want to, of course—”
For a moment, she thought she’d said the wrong thing. That her words had upset him in some way.
But in the next moment?
Dravka had her up in his arms and she gasped, twining her legs around his waist in response.
Which made his cock settle against the warm junction of her thighs, making them both groan.
Then his lips were on hers and Valerie felt sharp relief, followed quickly by rising want and need. His hands were on her. All over her, stroking down her back, squeezing the flesh of her ass, his grip possessive. But it was his lips that she focused on, his tongue.
The way it stroked hers, lapping and tangling with her own. The way his kiss made shivers run down her spine until his touch felt pleasurably electrified across her skin. Her head began to swim. Her sex throbbed.
“How could you ever think I don’t want you?” he growled against her. “I always will.”
That was when she felt his pre-cum, slick and wet, soaking into her skin. And when it did?
For a moment, Valerie had forgotten. Forgotten that the male she loved was a Keriv’i.
His pre-cum reacted with her body, just slicked across her flesh. It was that powerful. And tingles burst through her. Her clit began to feel like it was fluttering and throbbing.
Like…like…
She was just hovering on the edge of orgasm.
Like one little touch would be all it took to get her there.
“Dravka,” she gasped.
He made a rumbling, trilling sound in the back of his throat and then he was moving them. Valerie sensed him sinking down onto the edge of the bed until she sat in his lap, her legs straddled around his waist.
Valerie’s hands petted over his strong chest, his wide shoulders. His indigo skin was like suede under her touch.
“Demav, I can scent you,mellkia,” he rasped, briefly breaking away from her lips to suckle the skin on her neck. She moaned, arching into him. His pre-cum made it feel like his lips were all over her body.
