“Oh… fuck… I don’t know how…” She’s panting, can barely form a coherent sentence. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Hm?” I tilt my head slightly to look up at her.
She’s flushed from her chest to her hairline, breathing hard through parted lips. Her blue hair is a mess, sticking to her damp forehead and neck, and her eyes are glazed and unfocused.
She shakes her head, and I have a feeling something just happened that she didn’t expect, but she’s not sure how to explain it.
All I know is that she’s a goddess, and I’m unworthy of even kneeling before her.
Chapter Fifteen
Jessa
He looks sinful like this, covered in my slick. This second orgasm was the best I’ve ever had without penetration. I just squirted for the first time in my life, and it was on a steel, mouthless face. All Castien needs to do is sit still, and that’s enough to drive me crazy.
I’m aware it’s not only physical, but psychological. He turns me on mentally. With his ten commandments and his talk about what’s forbidden… The simple fact that he’s a virgin who’s never even touched himself is enough to make my clit throb again. I want to mark him in every way I can. Everywhere. I’m the first woman he’s ever had, and I want to make it memorable for him.
Is it wrong of me that I want to ruin him for anyone else who might come after me? I’m feeling possessive, all of a sudden. Maybe I’ll be selfish and keep him all to myself.
I’m still catching my breath from coming twice in a row, but the sight of him kneeling between my legs with my wetness all over his face makes me want him all over again. His silver eyes glow as he stares up at me.
“Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
“Yes. But more than anything, I want to kiss you, and it pains me that I can’t.”
Just hearing how much he desires me does interesting things to my brain. I realize how much he must want to be human. It must be terrible for him to have only one part of his body resembling something human – his cock – while the rest is pure machine. No lips to kiss with, no tongue to taste with, just endless steel.
I guide him up, so our faces are close.
“Let me try something.”
I close my eyes, lean in, and stick my tongue out to lick where I smeared myself on his face. The steel is warm, and I taste myself on him – salt and the tang of my own body.
Castien shudders and growls.
“I can feel your taste.”
I lick him again, bolder this time, dragging my tongue across the curve of his jaw and down to where his neck meets his shoulder. The wine in my system makes me brave enough to do this, to give him what he wants even if it’s not a real kiss. Without the alcohol buzzing through me, I wouldn’t have had the guts to get this far with him.
His hands shoot out and grab me by the waist. He pushes me onto the bed and hovers over me while heat radiates off his entire body. I smile and lie back, letting him take control, curious to see what he’ll do next.
He doesn’t do anything, though. He freezes, as if uncertain. It’s either because he’s waiting for permission, or because he doesn’t know what to do. It could be both.
I take one of his hands and guide it down my body, feeling my skin hot and damp with sweat as I place his palm on my breast.
He kneads the flesh gently, but because he’s so rigid and strong, the pressure is intense, relentless. He’s burning hot, and as I’m trapped under him, his heat makes me sweat even more. I arch up into his touch, wanting him to explore every part of me.
I guide his hand lower, over my stomach and between my legs. He looks down and watches as he slowly sinks one finger inside me. His digit is hot and hard, not bending or giving like a human’s would. The steel is almost unforgiving.
“You’re so warm,” he says. His voice is full of wonder. “So wet. So tight.”
“Do you like it? It’s all just for you.”
He pumps his finger carefully, worried about hurting me. I reach for his cock, wrap my hand around the shaft, and run itfrom tip to root once. The steel is smooth and hot under my palm.
That’s when Castien stops moving, and I think I made a mistake.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
