Her hips bucked, her nostrils flaring, as her mouth parted in a silent cry.
Valerie’s hands were clumsy over him, trying to hold onto him, to anchor herself as she went higher and higher. He felt her nails dig into his flesh and the possessive male in him was pleased that he would wear her little marks for a short while.
And the Keriv’i in him?
The Keriv’i in him wanted to mark her in return. He wanted to bathe her cunt in histeela. He wanted to mark her flesh, her breasts, her belly with it. He wanted it to coat her skin. He wanted to cover her with his essence, so other males wouldn’tdareapproach, so that other males would know she washisandhisalone.
He felt his still-hard cock already stirring inside her at the thought. A shuddering gasp escaped Valerie when she felt it, her eyes widening even further as a dark smirk crossed his face.
“D-Dravka?” she asked, her voice raspy and husky after her moans and cries. “Again?”
When he began to thrust into her, rolling his hips slowly, her expression was one of stunned disbelief.
“This is what it will be,” he rasped into her ear, nibbling at the sensitive shell of it, “to be a Keriv’i’s mate, Val.”
Not one to shy away from a challenge, Valerie met his gaze. Still in the throes of herteela-induced orgasm—which wouldn’t stop until he cleaned most of it from her body—she looked beautiful. Sovaukingbeautiful.
“Give me everything you have,” she challenged, her voice breathless.
His dark chuckle filled the air between them. She wanted to see everything a Keriv’i male had?
“You might regret those words by the end of the night,mellkia,” he warned her.
Then he rose to his knees between her thighs, capturing her ankles and widening her legs, pressing a kiss there.
“Ready?” he rasped.
Her cheeks were flushed pink. A similar flush colored her full, heavy breasts. Her eyes almost looked like mirrors, as glazed as they were from her pleasure.
“Always,” she replied.
Chapter Thirty-One
“D-Dravka, p-please,” she groaned, her voice sounding nothing like her own. It was scratchy and raw from her hoarse cries and screams that Dravka had had to silence with his kiss.
It felt incredible. Valerie could feel the endless amount ofteelahe’d pumped inside her, slick and hot against her walls. She was more aware of her body, of the little places she’d never even known existed, than ever before.
She felt like someone else entirely. Writhing on the bed, as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm crashed down on her, stealing her breath from her lungs, making her heart thunder in her chest, her nipples pebbled so tight they were almost painful.
Valerie was rolling her hips across the damp blanket, seeking, searching for him—but Dravka was at her side, propped up on his elbow, watching her with glowing opal eyes. His fingers stroked lazily over her flesh, starting at her hips, up across her belly, before lightly thrumming his nails across her peaked nipples. It made her gasp, made another orgasm rear its head and shatter her.
Sensitive.
So sensitive, she thought in disbelief, surprised she was even capable of thought at that point when her mind and body felt like mush.
A wonderful mush.
“Dravka,” she whispered, her panicked gaze flying to his, catching his wrist when his fingers started to stroke over her clit, making her belly contract in helpless pleasure.
“You’ve had enough?” he rasped. His own voice sounded unrecognizable to her as well. Smooth and dark, sinful velvet, with just a hint of roughness.
Never, she thought. She would never have enough of him to be satisfied.
But right then?
As much as she wanted to please him—and Valerie had found that helovedwatching her in this state—her body couldn’t take much more.
What are bones?she thought, huffing out another breath when another orgasm made her back arch off the bed.Because I can’t feel mine.
