Chapter 9 #2
His thigh nudged between my legs, and I melted against it, my hips rolling instinctively.
The pressure against my clit was perfect—hard, unyielding, exactly what I needed.
I rocked against him, my breath coming in short, desperate pants as his hands roamed my body, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my ass, guiding my movements.
“Fuck, Sofia—” His voice was a growl against my jaw, his hips jerking slightly, his cock straining against his boxers. “You’re so wet—”
I whimpered, my body tightening, my clit throbbing against his thigh. My pussy was sliding all over his hardness, wasn’t it? Just covering him with my wet need.
His hands slowed, his touch turning deliberate, his fingers tracing the ridge of my spine, the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips. Every stroke sent sparks through me, his claws pricking just enough to make me gasp.
His mouth left mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, my throat, his tusks scraping lightly as his tongue flicked against my pulse point.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Use me, dkaar. Take what you need.”
No, I…
That wasn’t why I’d come to his room, surely? But in that moment, after that command? I couldn’t remember my own name, much less why I was here.
So I did as he’d ordered. I rode his thigh, my hips rolling, my breath hitching as the pressure built, his hands guiding me, his mouth never leaving my skin. His fingers slid up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple, and I cried out, my body coiling tight—
And then I was coming, my back arching, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashed over me. My pussy clenched around nothing, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I rode out the waves.
When it faded, I sagged against him, my cheeks burning. Dios, I just came all over his thigh like some desperate little bitch.
His hands gentled, his grip shifting to support me as I lifted my ashamed gaze to his. His eyes were glowing bright green, his pupils blown wide, his gaze locked on me like I was the only thing in the world.
Then, carefully, he set me down, his hands lingering on my waist.
I looked between us—at the wet spot darkening his boxers, at the way his cock still strained against the fabric—and my embarrassment burned away, replaced by something fiercer.
I hadn’t come to his room for me. I’d come for him, and I’d done a shitty job of proving it.
So I reached for him.
My fingers wrapped around his length through the cotton, and his breath hitched, his hand snapping down to cover mine.
“What are you doing, dkaar?” His voice was rough, strained.
Beloved.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whispered. “You’ve done so much for me. I want to do this for you.”
His jaw clenched. “So you just came here tonight to repay me?” His tone was harsh, almost accusatory. “Are you planning on fucking me?”
I blinked, stung. “If that’s what you want, yeah. I mean—I want it too—”
“You think you owe me a fucking, Sofia?” His growl sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my body humming again at the crude edge in his voice.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I owe you so much.”
“Wrong.” His hand tightened over mine, his voice a snarl. He yanked the robe from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. “You don’t owe me anything.”
I stood there, naked and trembling, his gaze burning over me. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing with hunger.
And then he moved.
Dakvaar’s mouth slammed mine again, but this time, it wasn’t the desperate, hungry kiss from before. This was something else—slower, deeper, his ridged tongue tracing the seam of my lips before sweeping inside.
His hands slid up my sides, his calloused palms rough against my skin, making me shudder with anticipation. He kissed my jaw, my throat, his tusks scraping lightly as his lips trailed down my collarbone.
I tilted my head back, my breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. His teeth grazed there, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make me whimper.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark rumble, sounding like a vow he’d made before.
His hands slid down my arms, his fingers tracing the veins in my wrists, the delicate bones, like he was memorizing me. He lifted one arm, pressing his lips to the inside of my elbow, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation was strange—intimate in a way I hadn’t expected.
My pulse jumped beneath his mouth, and he hummed in approval, the vibration making my knees weak.
His other hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and I gasped as it tightened under his touch. His mouth followed, his lips closing around the peak, his tongue—Dios, his tongue—ridged and hot, swirling around the sensitive flesh.
I moaned, my free hand tangling in his hair, my body arching into him. He took his time, lavishing attention on one breast before moving to the other, his fingers rolling my nipple between them, pinching just enough to make me gasp.
“So responsive,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “Every little touch, and my pretty little human melts for me.”
I whimpered, my body already throbbing with need, my pussy slick and aching. That orgasm from a moment before had already been forgotten with the need for him to fill me.
His hands slid lower, his fingers tracing my body before gripping my thighs. He sank to his knees in front of me, his mouth never leaving me. I shuddered, my fingers tightening in his hair as his hands slid around to cup my ass, pulling me closer.
His face was level with my breasts now, and he took advantage of it, his mouth capturing one nipple again, his teeth grazing lightly before he bit down lightly. I cried out, my back arching, my pussy clenching around nothing.
And then—thank fuck!—his free hand slid between my legs, his fingers dragging through my folds, collecting my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. His finger slid inside me, curling upward, and I gasped, my hips jerking. “Already so tight for me.”
I was panting, my body trembling, my fingers clenched in his hair.
His mouth left my breast, trailing lower, his tongue dragging along the plane of my stomach, his tusks scraping lightly.
His finger curled inside me, slow and deliberate, his thumb circling my clit.
I whimpered, my hips rocking, chasing the pressure.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Ride my hand, dkaar. Let me feel how much you want this.”