She reached out to him with her mind:I want to taste you on my tongue.
The thunderous growl that shot up from his chest had her sex clenching, a programmed response because she knew he would return the favor when she was finished. Kaj had been known to spend hours with his head between her thighs, his mouth on her sex. Acadia’s inner muscles squeezed as she thought about the pleasure he would give.
“Balisra… I’m so close.” His hand gripped her forearm as though he needed her to anchor himself. “So fucking close … ah, fuck … just like that.”
His breaths sawed in and out of his lungs as she worked him, hollowing out her cheeks because she knew he enjoyed the suction. She tightened her grip around the base of his erection, squeezing more firmly as she stroked in tandem to her ministrations.
His thighs tensed, which was the only warning she needed before his hips jerked roughly, his hand tightening on her arm. She felt the pulse of his thick shaft seconds before he growled long and low in his throat. She swallowed him down as he ejaculated, then licked lightly as she cleaned him.
When she lifted her head to look up at him, his eyes were glowing more brightly, a sense of peace relaxing his hard features. He looked at her with such awe, she felt it deep in her soul.
Then again, she felt him there, too.
As though they were entwined somehow, two halves of a whole.
Chapter Twenty-Five
This female had always had the abilityto rock him to his very core. From the very moment he’d laid eyes on her so long ago.
During their initial time together, the dance had been a slow one, a journey that had been initiated by chance, then sealed by circumstance, gaining momentum with every passing night. At first, Kaj had felt guilty, but Acadia had assured him it was mutual.
Although he had most definitely been the one to instigate their interactions back when he’d first come to the mansion, over time, as he grew stronger, the tide had turned. Eventually, because Acadia had requested it, Kaj had offered himself up to her sexual exploration and given the same in return. He would be the first to admit he hadn’t been inexperienced before her, but he hadn’t been nearly as experienced as he’d given himself credit for. Then again, he’d never been with a female whose pleasure was his sole motivation. With Acadia, the only thing he wanted was to give her that riotous release over and over again.
“Privacy,” he grumbled as he reached for his jeans to pull them up his thighs. “We need some. And we need it now.”
They were still in the theater, his body temporarily stated by her exquisite ministrations. But it was his turn, and what he wanted to do to her required more space than this recliner would offer.
Peering up at Acadia, he saw her eyes were glazed with passion, an expression he was used to seeing on her face. He’d never expected her to be as forthcoming with her desires as she was. The females he’d lain with previously had been self-serving, always looking to receive before they were willing to give. That wasn’t the case with Acadia. He had to take the reins if he wanted to return the favor because she was content to continue for as long as he would allow.
Great as that was, there were times when a male wanted nothing more than to bury his face between the thighs of his female and make her cry out his name.
Once his jeans were righted, he reached for her, lifting her off her feet and into his arms. Her soft giggle stirred all those crazy emotions within him, and he was grateful there wasn’t a great distance that had to be traveled to get her back to her room. Easy enough to will the door open, close it behind them. Over to the bed, on it.
Oh, yeah. Right where he wanted her.
Kaj laid out over his sexy Fae, finding her mouth with his own, her arms wreathing his neck. He loved when they were this close, almost didn’t matter that they were both fully dressed.
Of course, that was the work of a moment, but rather than will their clothes away, Kaj took his time undressing her, peeling that sexy fucking gown down her absurdly beautiful body. Beneath she wore nothing, and he fucking loved that, too.
“Spread those pretty legs for me,balisra.”
Acadia lifted up onto her elbows, watching as she did as he requested. She’d always been right there with him, eager to see what he was doing to her. He figured that added to the eroticism, something else that intrigued him. Acadia had never been a shy lover. It was her interest in exploring that had the ability to do him in.
As he kissed his way up the inside of her thigh, he felt her eyes on him, so he ensured she could see his tongue sweeping over her smooth skin. There wasn’t any hair on her body, and that had been a pleasant surprise the first time he’d seen her naked. To know there was nothing to hinder the friction of his hands or his mouth spurred him forward. He kissed high up on her thigh, then dragged his tongue over and down, gliding to the heart of her.
Acadia moaned, her stomach muscles tightening as he focused on her clitoris, licking his way around the tiny bundle of nerves, circling before drawing it between his lips.
“Kaj … yes … that. Do more of that.”
Who was he to deny her anything? Kaj spent long minutes worshiping her with his tongue, bringing her to the brink, and letting her ease back down. He bestowed the same attention that she’d given him in that theater. He wanted her to come, but not until he’d gotten his fill. Not that he would ever get enough of her. Kaj could’ve spent hours, hell, nights right here, his face buried in her sex, his tongue working her into a frenzy. This was heaven for him, right here with his sweet fairy writhing and moaning.
“I want you inside me,” she rasped.
“Patience,balisra. Not until you come all over my face.”
Another of her strangled moans sounded in his ears as he suckled her clit, thrashing it with his tongue. He remained like that, taking his cues from her soft pleas. When she finally came, his name ripped from her throat, he felt like he was the king of the universe.
Getting rid of his clothing took a bit more work, but as he stripped, he watched her, admired the curves of her body, the smoothness of her alabaster skin. She was true perfection in his eyes. Once more he found himself wanting to claim her. He longed for the day when her skin would forever hold the imprint of his scent, her veins filled with hissonavex, the secretion he would pump into her bloodstream to mark her as his and only his.
