Chapter 33
KENNA
K enna panicked immediately.
“Tarian?” she called out, whirling in a circle. “Tarian?”
It was dark out, and she’d lost track of the shore.
“It’s not funny,” she said, her voice arcing up—until she felt something entirely unexpected—two very masculine hands between her thighs. She fought on instinct, and then she let herself be spread and felt his lips against her clit.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, staring down, into the dark of the night-colored sea.
Thumbs pulled her open, and his tongue rolled against her, and she stopped trying to swim. If he wanted her, he could have her, as long as he didn’t drown them both. She just ran her fingers through his hair.
“Oh,” she sighed, as he started licking the place she’d just held him. “I’m still mad at you,” she said, from safely above the water line, hoping he couldn’t hear her fully. “But”—she moaned as his tongue pushed in—“oh, that’s good. Oh,” she whispered, rocking her hips forward without thinking.
His mouth followed her as his thumbs pressed in to stroke her walls, and she was warm now, not just from where they touched, but from where things were heating up within, in her low belly, where all her blood was rushing, ready to pleasurably tense and release again.
“Tarian,” she whispered, and then he put his shoulders beneath her thighs—his lips sucked, his tongue teased—and then strong fingers pushed inside.
“Oh God, oh—” She whined as she began to curl, pulling her hips against his motions up, feeling him hit the one spot that couldn’t be ignored.
His chin ground into the front of her pussy, his tongue flickered on her clit, and Kenna knew she was about to have the kind of orgasm that would destroy her.
“Tarian!” she cried out, this time hoping he could hear as her thighs clenched around him.
He fought for control, running his tongue beneath her hood and shoving fingers desperately inside her as she rocked.
“Tarian—God—Tarian!” she shouted, and rode him through, coming harder than she ever had before.
After that was just incoherent shouts and moans, until everything was too much all at once and she started to let go.
He untucked himself from beneath her then, and flowed up the front of her body to hold her close.
“Are you warm now?” he asked, and all she could do was nod, curled up into a little ball against his chest. “Good. Two.”