Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I can’t resist. I quickly move lower and cup her hard, firm ass in my hands, then raise her hips as if I’m about to feast at a banquet. The scent of her arousal hits me like a wall, and I groan, because I have never smelled anything more mouth-watering. I can’t wait another moment, and I drag my tongue over the seam of her cunt.
Her entire body shudders, and she gasps for air. “More, Mardok.”
As if I’m going to stop now. I lap at her again, pushing her folds apart with my tongue. She holds on to my horns, gripping them tight, and her tail lashes underneath her, trapped against the blankets. I grip her tail with my own and wrap around it tight, holding her against me. Locking her to me. It feels almost as intimate as my mouth on her.
But not half as tasty. I take another long, slow taste of her, letting my tongue glide between her wet folds to gather every bit of moisture.
She moans, still squirming in my grip, and I realize she wants me to go lower. That’s good, because that’s precisely my plan. I lick lower and find her opening as hot and wet as I’ve dreamed it. It’s impossible to stop at this point, because the taste of her is delicious and musky and I’m drugged by the scent and feel of her in my arms. The little cries she’s making are driving me wild, and I’m like a ravenous beast as I lick at her over and over again. I want more, though. More than just a few licks and tastes. So I push my tongue into her and use it like I would my cock, letting the ridges drag against her opening.
Farli’s cries are frantic now, and my own body feels as if it’s about to lose control. I’m so close to the edge, and judging from the sounds she’s making, she must be, too. I fuck her with my tongue, moving it as fast as I would my cock, plunging it in and out of her sweet heat. Her thighs clench against my shoulders, and she stiffens, a loud gasp escaping her. I work her harder, and I can feel her walls constrict against my tongue, and then she’s coming with a little keening sound, and my tongue is flooded with the taste of her once more.
I don’t stop, though. I keep lapping at her, licking up every drop of juice and wringing every ounce of the orgasm I can from her body. When she’s shuddering and weak against me, I lift my head and set her hips gently back down in the furs. She’s so beautiful sprawled there, damp with sweat and her eyes heavy with need.
She raises a hand to me, beckoning me to get on top of her, to mount her and claim her as my own.
Gods, I want to more than anything. But I can’t do that to her. I can’t make her pregnant and leave. So I take myself in hand and stroke my cock. She watches me in fascination, but when I come a moment later and spill on her belly, that fascination turns to hurt.
And I feel like the biggest keffing asshole ever. I’ve ruined this moment. Failed her. “I’m sorry, Farli.”
Her smile immediately brightens. “It is all right, Mardok. Next time, we will make sure you are inside me before you lose your control.”
She thinks I accidentally spilled too soon? Somehow, that makes me feel worse. I take my discarded undershirt and wipe my spend off her gorgeous, flat belly, and then toss it aside. Her arms are immediately around my neck, and she’s pulling me against her, tail still locked with mine.
I should pull away. Let her sleep in peace. But I love the feel of her flushed skin pressed against my body, and I sink into the furs with her, my arms going around her waist.
FARLI
When I wake up in the morning, it is with my khui singing a happy song, my mate in my arms, his cock pressing against my thigh. It is hard even as he sleeps, and I stroke my hand up and down his back, thinking of last night. It was not perfect, but what we had was good. Tonight it will be better, when he comes inside me. We will just have to time our mating better. Resonance makes me itchy all over, but I can ignore it for a bit longer.
As if sensing I am awake, Mardok lifts his head and gives me a sleepy smile. His eyes are still that strange, dull color that makes me sad, especially when I realize that I will never see them lit with vibrant blue.
He does not want a khui. He does not want to stay here with me.