I licked my bottom lip, tasting her there. Raising my head, I knew that my eyes were flooded with black. My pupils were dilated. The taste of her cunt lingered on my tongue and already I was hungry for more.
After her second orgasm, I’d maneuvered her onto her back and slipped between her thighs. Now, I finally moved off her, standing, admiring the way her skin was flushed and her eyes were bright. Her nipples were a mixture of pink and brown, with the remnants of shimmering gold from her paint, but the tops of her breasts were flushed red.
I undid my loincloth, letting it fall to the floor, as my gaze zeroed in between her thighs. There…she was a mess. A delightful, slick mess that was my own handiwork.
Madness, I thought. This was certainly the madness my father had always warned me about. He’d always called it a beast. A beast within all males that rose up, banishing all reasonable and logical thought, usually stoked forward at the hands of a female.
I shook my head, gripping my cock and giving it a few rough strokes as I watched her. She was slumped onto the bed. Her legs splayed wide. Her chest was heaving. Her lips were red because she’d bitten them as she orgasmed.
“Leika,” I rasped.
Beautiful.
And she was mine. Finally.
But I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her acknowledge it. Because I needed to know that this madness was a shared madness. That it wasn’t only mine.
“Give me your vow again,rei Morakkari,” I said, though I hardly recognized my own voice.
She shivered, as if she felt my voice like a touch, trailing up her sensitive thighs, encircling the little bud between them.
Grabbing her ankles, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her breath hitched, as if the furs underneath her were too much for her overly sensitive flesh.
“W-what vow?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse and husky already from her cries. I had the impression that she’d surprised even herself with her enthusiasm.
“You know the one I seek,” I told her, widening her legs and bringing them up until they wound around my hips. They tightened and I felt the way they trembled against me.
Her eyes flickered down to my cock, which I stroked for her gaze. Her lips parted, her eyes widening when she saw a drop of liquid drip from the wide head before landing on her belly. The beginnings of my seed. The front of my loincloth was already a soaked mess.
“Give it to me,” I purred. “I need to hear it. I need to remember it.”
A soft, maddening moan left her when I pressed the head of my cock to her slick folds. I rocked my hips, dipping the tip inside her briefly.
“It-it’s so hot,” she remarked in disbelief.
I’d guessed that she was untried. Or if a male had claimed her before, he hadn’t given her much pleasure during it. As I’d brought her to orgasm after orgasm, she’d seemed almostshockedby the fierceness of it.
Yet her innocent observation only solidified my musings.
“Lysi,” I murmured. “For you. All for you,leika.”
She would be the only female to ever lie in this bed again. The only femaleIwould ever lie with again.
“You only have to tell me and you’ll have it all,” I told her, shifting my hips, letting my cock run up her tight seam before the heat of it pressed to her clit.
Our eyes connected and held.
Then she gave me what I so desperately sought.
“Lo rune tei’ri, Vorakkar,” Mina said.
My eyes slid shut as I felt those word bind themselves to my very bones. My handsvokkingshook as I reached down to clasp her hips.
When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me, those red lips parted. I took it as an invitation and didn’t hesitate when I lowered my head to kiss her.
Unlike the other times, she met my kiss immediately. Her lips moved and brushed. Her tongue stroked my own with eagerness, as if she was as lost in the pleasure as I was.
My hips shifted forward in one quick thrust and I groaned out a rough breath against her lips. She tightened, however, stiffening from the sudden invasion.
