Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
NORA
Nora woke to Airik’s head between her legs, halfway worked up to an orgasm. His hands engulfed her breasts, kneading and gently pinching them. His palms, roughened by a life that loomed over them even now, played with and cherished her body.
He licked her like he was famished, until her body moved to his whim. A fang brushed her clit, and an electric zing raced up her body, pulling her taut.
“Airik, please,” she begged. She had seen him the night before, engorged in his pants, and it had been her mistake not to please him in return. Slipping her fingers into his hair, she tried to pull him up. “Let me make you come. I want that—”
“I’m hungry,” he rumbled, catching her hand. “And you are the only thing I want to eat.”When she opened her mouth, he gave her a sinful look from between her thighs, nipping the tender flesh.
“You told me you are a good girl.” He pressed two fingers to her opening but didn’t enter.
“I am a good girl.” She squirmed, needing him inside. But he tightened his grip on her wrist, holding her still.
“A good girl will let me eat until I’m full.” He licked her clit, trapping it between his tongue and fang, then penetrated with his fingers just enough to make her writhe.
Relenting, she fell back against the bedroll and spread her legs wider. “Okay,” she breathed. “Then please…don’t stop.”
“Never,” he moaned against her, dipping his fingers fully into her pussy, working her to her peak. “I wish to never stop eating from you…my good girl.”
Suddenly he groaned, then clamped his hands around her waist. Without a break in rhythm from sucking and licking, he rolled to his back, taking Nora with him so she was seated on his face.
Nora—dazed, in awe, and on the edge of ecstasy—found it in herself to worry that he couldn’t breathe. She rose to her knees. “Airik—”
His arms came hard around her thighs, tugging her down partway. “I want to drown in you. Please. Let me.”
Still holding herself up, she leaned back, splaying her fingers on his chest for balance. “Are you sure?”
“I said sit.” With his hands on her thighs, he crushed her core to his face with full force.
He ate from her as if she were his salvation.
She grabbed his hair, holding it out of his eyes so they could see each other.
The whole universe, from the glass bridge above them to Earth, Mars, and everywhere else—didn’t matter.
The universe was here, in his eyes, feral with want.
The vibrations of his moans rolled through her. She rode his face with abandon, thoughtless of everything, including his need for air, knowing nothing but how he fucked her with his tongue.
Spasms ripped through her body. He wrought such pleasure from her that she questioned if she’d ever been truly alive until now.
Delirious, she started to fall forward.
Airik made a noise, finding her hands and holding them tight—a tether and support for the two of them, letting her ride him out as she came.
After he’d kissed her thighs and was satisfied he’d lapped up every last drop of her, he lay her down beside him. He propped himself up on his elbow, brushing out her hair with his fingers. “What is it called—what I just did to you?”
She turned into him, nuzzling his chest. “You…made me come. Orgasm. Climax. Rocked my fucking world. There are more words, but I can’t remember them right now.”
“Rocked your fucking world,” he said, smiling, clearly pleased with himself. He bucked his rock-hard bulge against her, himself quite wet.
Pressing back against him, she said, “Let me rock your world, too. I want all of you now.” She reached for him, but Airik caught her hand.
“It will hurt you—too much. Too tight.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Let me learn you first, and then…you can learn me.” He lay a hand over her pussy. “What do you call this part of you?”
Nora hesitated, desperate to have him inside her, anywhere he wanted to fill. But he looked at her expectantly, and how could she disappoint?
“My pussy. Vagina.” And then, maybe because she still glowed from what he’d done to her and because she fiercely wanted it to be true, she added, “Yours.”