He snarls, his sharp canines glinting, and bucks a little, pushing his cock into my grip. He really does seem to like this, the pressure, the stroking.
Then I lean in, so curious, so hungry for him, and nuzzle the head of his cock, tasting his saltiness, and he groans deeply, like a wounded animal.
“Finish it,” he mutters, breathless. “Finish me, Princess. End me.”
“I’m not sure?—”
“You’re doing great. Fuck, don’t stop.”
I lick at the head of his cock, and he groans again. I rub my hands over the thick length, and he gasps. His groin smells like forest essence, pine, bark and musk, plant and animal, and incandescent fury, dark burrows, and hidden monsters.
On a whim, I take the head into my mouth and this time his control breaks. His hands fly to my head and grip my long hair.
“Yeah,” he growls, “take it, little minx, take it… Hells……”
Then he pushes me off him with a shout and his cum sprays all over his chest, hitting his chin, dripping down his arms.
I’m staring, open-mouthed, at the fountain of cum coming from his cock. Another spurt. And another.
Finally, he closes his eyes, head bowing. His hands drop from my head to land on the rock. “Well,” he says hoarsely, “fuck.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
VALERIAN
She has destroyed me. Wrecked me. I thought I could go through this unscathed, that it would be good for me even, having her touch me, satiate the hunger, quench the thirst, and give me the mental distance I need from her.
After all, it’s my body that wants her most, right? It’s all lust, desire, and now that she has put her mouth on my cock, I should lose interest.
Hells, I’m still trying to delude myself, convince myself it’s only physical, only superficial, this want, this need.
I can’t catch my fucking breath. She ruined me, and I haven’t even been given permission to touch her back.
I’m falling so hard, I can’t even see the bottom of this dark well.
She rises to her feet and steps away, and I’m still sitting on the rock, sure the ground is moving and the world spinning around me.
“We should get going,” she says, combing her fingers through her long hair. “It’s getting dark.”
“Right… So dark in this well of desire and need…”
“Valen.”
“Yeah.” I sit up, dizzy. My cock is still hard, my knot still swollen—of course it is, because I didn’t get to sink into her. I’m trying to gather my scattered wits, and she’s standing there, cool and unaffected by what we did.
What she did to me.
I never expected to come like that, to lose all control. Grab her hair. Fuck her mouth. Come all over myself. Feel like the world shifted, tilted, like my body was wrung dry and my mind was filled with her.
How do I come back from this?
“Valen?” She’s gazing at me, her face uncertain. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Yes.” I pull a clump of grass and wipe the mess I made on my chest. Then I slowly get up and pull up my pants.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
Taken aback, I blink. Then I almost laugh out loud, because dammit, she absolutely did. She hurts like a sweet wound. But above all, it hurts because she’s so concerned, and…
