Chapter 9 #3
But…I’d come here for him. Hadn’t I?
My intentions were lost in a haze of need, of desire, as I moaned and bucked against this remarkable male’s ministrations.
His mouth kept moving lower, his tongue tracing the line of my hipbone, the crease where my thigh met my body.
Teasing me. His other hand joined the first, his fingers spreading me open, his breath ghosting over my pussy.
I shuddered, my body coiling tight, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
And then his mouth was on me.
His tongue was nothing like a human’s. Wide, ridged, hot, it dragged through my folds, flicking against my clit before plunging inside me.
I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He growled, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out.
“Dakvaar— Sí, sí, así—” My voice broke, my body trembling, my legs shaking in an effort to hold me upright. He lifted one of my legs, slinging it over his shoulder, and I lurched forward, bending over his head, clutching his hair to keep myself from falling.
His tusks scraped against my inner thighs, the sensation oddly erotic, his hands gripping my ass, holding me open for him. His tongue lashed my clit, his fingers pumping inside me, and I was so close, my body coiling, my breath hitching—
And then he moved.
His hands shifted, one of his massive shoulders pressing against the back of my thigh, lifting my other leg. I gasped as he stood, taking me with him, his arm sliding around my back to hold me off the ground as his mouth never left my pussy.
“Wha—” My voice was breathless, my hands clutching his hair, my body suspended in the air, held up by nothing but his strength.
He didn’t speak, but growled against me, his tongue dragging through my folds again. His tongue curled inside me, his lip pressing against my clit as he licked me in this impossible position.
I came with a broken cry, my back arching, my body convulsing around his face, my nails digging into his scalp.
He held me up effortlessly, his mouth sealed over my pussy, his tongue lashing my clit as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
My thighs trembled, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body boneless in his grip.
And then he was moving again, striding toward the bed. He knelt, laying me down gently, his mouth never leaving me. His tongue dragged through my folds, his fingers curling inside me, and I whimpered, oversensitive.
“You can’t—” I gasped, my hands tugging at his shoulders. “This was supposed to be about you—”
He lifted his head, his face glistening with my arousal, his eyes hard. I shivered at the intensity of his gaze.
“Every time you say some shit about owing me, Sofia, you’re going to come again.”
Before I could protest, his mouth was on me again, his tongue dragging through my folds, his fingers curling inside me. I cried out, my back arching, my body already winding tight again. His tusks scraped against my inner thighs, his hands gripping my hips, holding me open for him.
“You’re mine,” he growled against me, his tongue flicking my clit in between words. “And I’m going to make you scream.”
His mouth sealed over my pussy, his tongue lashing my clit, his fingers curling inside me. It shouldn’t be possible for me to be this ready again so quickly. I was there too quickly, my body coiling, my breath hitching—
“Please—” I whimpered, my head shaking from side to side, not sure what I was even begging for.
His growl vibrated against me, and I came with a broken cry, my back arching, my body convulsing around his fingers, my nails digging into his scalp.
He held me down, his tongue lashing my clit as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
I felt him jerk against me, hard, then his long, drawn-out groan vibrated through my pussy.
My thighs trembled, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I yanked hard at his hair to pull him away from my too-sensitive folds as a spicy scent flowed through the bedroom.
And then he was lifting his head, his face wet with my arousal, his eyes glowing. He was panting, his chest heaving…
“Dakvaar—what smells like cinnamon?” I gasped, my voice breathless.
One of his brows lifted, his eyes glinting. “Me.”
I blinked. “What?”
“My cum smells like cinnamon to humans.” His voice was rough, his gaze locked on mine. “I came in my boxers.”
Dios.
That was so fucking hot.
Cinnamon was my favorite flavor, and my mouth was watering as the scent teased my tongue. I squirmed against his hold. “What does it taste like?”
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening, and I knew I’d said the wrong thing.
Or possibly the rightest thing.
“You just earned yourself another punishment, Sofia.”
And he lowered his mouth to my pussy once more.
My head fell back against the pillows, and I tightened my hold in his hair, wondering how many more punishments I could earn before the night was over.
I couldn’t wait to find out.