Chapter 30
HAZEL
Hot, desperate need coursed through my body as Draya pushed my legs apart and ran his tongue along the crease of my labia. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he slipped over my clit.
I’d been embarrassed to admit that I’d never lain with a man before, but he didn’t seem to mind, though I was grateful he stayed in his human form.
As much as I hated to admit it, he still frightened me as a Talassi.
Although the thought of him pleasuring me with fangs and claws thrilled me in a deep, perverse way.
“What if someone comes in?” I gasped, trying to push him away, momentarily horrified by the idea of Cordelia finding us like this.
“No one will,” he said, looking up at me with a smug grin. “They’ll scent us far before they reach the door.”
I didn’t know how to feel about that, but my anxieties were quickly forgotten as the unexpected ridges of his tongue explored my cunt once again. Soft moans escaped the back of my throat as he filled me, and he noted how my body moved with each flick of his tongue and fingers.
When I lived at my father’s estate, I’d touched myself a few times, often pretending I was a character in one of the romance novels I’d snuck from the library.
At Akala, I’d forgotten that pleasure like this could even exist, and the intensity of Draya’s ministrations in this moment had my vision clouding at the edges.
He flicked his tongue against my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me, and I dug my nails into the muscles of his shoulders, grinding against his face.
Tension built low in my belly, and all I could focus on was how badly I wanted more.
At some point, the coppery scent of blood hit me through my daze, and I realized in my pleasure I’d broken his skin.
“I’m sor–”
He cut me off with a grunt, pausing to grin, his olive-toned face glistening with my arousal. We stared at each other for a moment, and a feeling I didn’t recognize washed over me. Draya, a sea predator, was on his knees between my legs, using those fingers that have killed to pleasure me.
“Hurt me, Hazel,” he growled. “Make me bleed. It only heightens my desire for you.”
I wanted him to tell me more, to confess how badly he wanted me.
After all the sleepless nights I spent longing for his presence, his touch, the meaning behind those words felt like it was healing a deep wound within my soul.
I cried out as his lips found my clit, and he sucked at it until I was shattering beneath him, clinging to his arms as my hips jolted upwards.
My orgasm was violent, engulfing me in the ebb and flow of its waves, and I dug my claws even further into his skin.
The idea of hurting him seemed to heighten my desire as well, and as I came down from the pulsing high of my climax, I focused on a single drop of his blood running down my fingertips.
“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning his head against the soft flesh of my inner thigh. I ran my hands through his hair, and we stilled for a moment as we both caught our breath. He soon readjusted, kneeling on the bed, and I was able to look down at the very large, very hard cock protruding from his hips.
Though he was in his human form, I noticed three ridges underneath the head of his shaft, and a large, thick base. I was aware that it might hurt, but I also knew the feeling of those ridges against my inner walls would send me over the edge again.
“I want you,” I said. And in the heat of the moment, as I stared at the beautiful man who had been my rescuer, my nightmare, and my fiercest defender, the words I’d been holding onto came flying out of my mouth.
“I forgive you, for everything. You’ve hurt me, Draya.
You’ve hurt me so much, but you’ve also saved me time and time again.
I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to be alone anymore. So please, Draya, take me.”
Darkness flickered over his expression, and his nostrils flared as I tried to open my legs even further.
“I’ll be gentle, Hazel, but if it hurts I need you to tell me.” He palmed his shaft as he spoke, absent-mindedly thrusting into his hand as his emerald eyes roved over my body.
“I will,” I promised, knowing I’d never admit it even if it did.
He notched the head of his cock against my entrance, leaning over until his chest was flush with mine and using his free arm to arch my back.
He brushed gentle kisses against the faint gill marks along my neck, and the feeling of his cock stretching my inner walls sent me into what felt like another realm.
The pressure stung, only a little, but he paused once he was fully seated inside me, coaxing me to breathe as my body accommodated him. I’d never felt so full in my life, and I wanted more. A ravenous hunger unleashed within me, and my claws shot out and pressed against his skin.
“There she is,” he whispered in my ear, easing into a slow pace, moving his hips back and forth.
He teased the gills at my hips with his fingers, and the ridges at the base of his shaft pressed delightfully against my clit with each movement.
The feeling of his body atop mine, of being caged in his embrace, was the most treasured I’d ever felt in my life.
For these few beautiful moments, I allowed myself to feel each sensation fully, grateful to be present in every second.
I wondered if this was what it felt like to make love, and decided that if it was, I wanted to do it as often as possible for the rest of my life.
It took longer for Draya to bring me to the brink of an orgasm this time, but he kept me suspended in a state of bliss, timing his movements with my shallow gasps and moans.
I closed my eyes and trailed my fingers over every inch of him I could reach, trying to commit the planes of his body to my memory.
If this turned out to be all but a dream, I needed to remember every second.
Before I knew it, I was coming again, clenching around him and crying out his name as he grasped my hips and pressed deeper.
His eyelids fluttered, and I felt the base of his cock swell against my inner thighs as I realized he was coming as well.
He pulsed inside of me, filling me with his hot release as the last few waves of my orgasm dissipated.
After a moment, he slipped out and gently rolled us over until my head was against his chest and his arms encircled me.
He stayed in my bed, in his human form, holding me tight against his chest for the rest of the night.
Something had changed between us, and I no longer wondered if I had made a mistake in trusting him.
In his own strange way, he’d set me free from a life in which I was barely alive.
Although I was nervous he’d hurt me again, and that there would be further arguments and struggles between us, a part of my soul belonged to the Talassi beside me.
For the first time in many years, I felt completely safe, and I fell asleep to the sound of his soft breathing and the subtle rumbling coming from his chest.