“Squeeze hard,” he growled, releasing my neck. When I did, he let out a desperate whimper thatnearlymade me come right there and then. “Vaan, I want that to be your cunt. How perfect that would feel.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want that.”
“No,” he said, sounding as if he was gritting his teeth together. “You are in no way ready for that.”
Disappointment crashed into me, and I squeezed hard, making him moan and buck his hips with power that pushed me up the bed.
“No, come here. Don’t you dare escape,” he growled. With ease, he tugged me back, wrapping his palm around the back of my neck to keep me in place. To keep me still as his pace increased. I’d never felt more vulnerable, more at someone’s mercy, and I found Ilovedit. “Oh gods, I’m losing control,dallia. Too much—you feel too good,” he said, his voice ending on a low rasp, just as he placed his fingers over my clit, using the force of his thrusts to rub against me.
I was an endless stream of moans and desperate cries and strangled pleas. All I could do was keep my hips lifted as he fucked me, hard and fast. My eyes landed on the stitching of his bedding, seeing the threads glimmer in the shadowed firelight that flicked over our bodies. I heard the sounds we made, the sounds of our bodies coming together in a race to findsomething.
And I had a feeling that whenever we found what we were looking for, I might not ever be the same again.
“Kaldur,” I breathed, my eyes widening. “I’m going to…”
“Come,” he growled. That was when I felt the prick of his fangs. I closed my eyes, the world fading away.
I was lost in the high of his lovemaking and his feeding. Every beat of my heart was reflected in the pull of his fangs. He alone controlled my body. He pulled a single string, and I came apart in his arms.
My orgasm was a fearsome, almost painful thing in its intensity. It crashed over me until I was only sensation—ecstasy itself—my body forgotten. I hung on to every last breath of it, only distantly aware that Kaldur bellowed out his own pleasure, muffled into my skin. Words—Kylorr words I didn’t understand—were pressed into my neck like an oath. He felt hot, so incredibly hot, even through his clothes. Our skin was slick, and I onlytried to breathe, gasping for air when the orgasm slowly released me from its tight grip.
When I opened my eyes, my gaze was blurry with tears and Kaldur was groaning, accompanied by ragged, deep thrusts, each one teasing his bulging knot against my entrance. Finally, he slowed his pace until he was resting against me. He pressed his forehead to my back, and I felt the hot exhales of his breath as he tried to calm himself. He returned his hands to both sides of my head to steady himself, and then he rose.
I moaned, a desperate little mew, when I felt him ease his cock out of my body slowly. I felt every last inch, my pussy already sore now that the pleasure had passed. Something wet flooded between my thighs. His come, I realized.
Kaldur maneuvered me carefully until I was on my back, looking up at him. I felt like a loose-limbed doll, still out of control of my own body. His hand came to my cheek, and he frowned when he saw the tears.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
His voice was nearly unrecognizable. And I didn’t think I was imagining it this time, but his bodyhaddefinitely grown, his muscles pressing against the seams of his clothes. I’d heard it could happen for some Kylorr. Some were more sensitive to the effects of blood than others.
Or…
Or it was a physical reaction triggered by a blood bond, but those were incredibly rare.
“No,” I whispered, smiling up at him. My skin was flushed. My hair must’ve looked a mess and I had tears tracking down my face, but I didn’t care. I felt…changed. I didn’t think I would ever be the same.
“Why are you crying, then?” he rumbled, concern still touching those eyes. He bit into the pad of his thumb, spreading it over his bite marks to heal the wounds, as if that was the cause for my tears.
“I’m happy,” I told him.
He grunted. His silver eyes were so dark they looked like faceted onyx, blackened and hard. His fangs hadn’t retracted and his clothes were askew. I reached up to press my fingers over his lips.
“I could look at you forever,” I told him. There was no need for shyness anymore. Not afterthat. The vulnerable confession fell from my lips easily. I watched his brow furrow, a peculiar expression I couldn’t read flashing over his face.
He seemed…
If I had to guess the word, I would saylost.
He looked lost.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, struggling to sit up from the bed. “Did you not like it?”
He let out a dark scoff. “Did I not like it?” he repeated.
Kaldur helped me up from the bed until I was sitting, supported by his arm. Between us his cock was still semi-hard, slick with our come. He was still pulsing, and when he saw me looking, he let out a soft sound and laced back up his trews, though it was a struggle.
“Sometimes I don’t know what to make of you,” he said slowly.
