He abandoned her nipple, palm tracing the length of her ribs. The gentle swell of her belly. And then he cupped her, the heel of his palm kissed her clit. Pressing down in a maddening grind that dragged a desperate groan from her chest.
“You’re… you’re distracting me,” she said, accusing him.
But it was working.
Too well.
For although she felt his lips twitch against her breast, smiling and devious, he slipped two fingers inside her. Careful.Claws angled away from anything delicate, he stretched her out. Toying with her, before his mouth followed.
The first stroke of his tongue shattered thought entirely.
Keening, her knuckles whitened against his scalp as he licked a broad trail through her slick.
Matching her, groaning, Nyx feasted. Sealing his lips around that swollen pearl, he sucked. Sending a tide of pleasure through her blood. Hot. Merciless. Every pull precise, each rolling wave of his tongue undulating against her as he dragged another helpless noise from her lips.
“G-gods,Nyx.”
Crooning between her thighs, his tongue painted a trail of devastation against her pussy. Twisting her tighter, higher. Even as his fingers continued to knead at her nipple, pulling and releasing in time with the rolling pleasure building inside her.
Hips rolling, she rode his face. Helplessly. Fingers twisting in his hair as she pulled him closer. “Yesss. Right… right there. Please.Please, Nyx, don’t… don’t stop…”
It was a sultry coil. Pleasure that drew her womb back, up. An obscene flex of her internal muscles that made her clench as a distinct, strange pressure built inside her womb. Everything behind her navel tightened. A cramp banding tight between her hips. So much different in pregnancy.
It was a tide drawing back from shore—before the tsunami crashed against the earth.
Her womb lifted and held taut by muscles preparing for childbirth.
“Please,” she whined, shameless and utterly desperate. “Gods, I’m s-so close. It’s… it’s perfect. Don’t stop.Please.”
Undulating, his tongue laved all that was firm and throbbing.
Once.
Twice more.
And then—gone.
A chill rushed into the void, washing against slick, desperate heat.
Protest filled her throat, a frantic plea aborted when his lips closed over her nipple.
“Bastard.”
It was a sob. A laugh. Undercut by the deranged, haggard moan he dragged from her chest as he resumed that horrible, incredible treatment. Edging her toward madness as he kneaded her breasts in long, slow pulls.
One, and then the other.
Unhurried devotion. Sucking and licking as he dangled her above the abyss and left her throbbing around nothing. Despite the pressure that remained. That she wasright there. Tight as a drawn bow. Aimed but not loosed. Left abandoned on a cliff.
“You… hnghh… You absolute savage,” she whined, pulsing in exquisite torment. “I was right there. Right… right there.”
He pressed a smile to her breast. Humming in acknowledgment. Rolling her peak, crooning when her hips bucked and she sent a ribbon of slick curling into the current, perfuming the brine with the lure meant to enslave him.
Still, he kneaded. Resisting her song. Unhurried. Languid and infuriating, he let his teeth graze her nipple.
It dredged up a wave of mindless begging. Words bitten into tiny pieces. Incoherent syllables and fragments that were meaningless alone, but together, performed a symphony of frenzied, shameless need.
Kore sobbed.
