Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,103
seffi,” he rasped, so close that I felt his breath across my sex. “Not a scrap of cloth. Lysi?”
Our bed? I thought.
Then Kiran lowered his head and all thoughts flew from my mind like a gust of wind had just blown through it.
Oh goddess.
A harsh growl ripped from his throat and I felt the vibration of it across my sensitive flesh. Then came his tongue, long and hot, and I felt his claws prick my inner thighs, as if he’d forgotten how hard he was gripping me, as if he’d forgotten himself.
But that little prick of pain didn’t bother me. Especially when sharp zings of pleasure pulsed through my blood. When the most wonderful sensation made the back of my neck tingle.
A moan tumbled from my throat and Kiran gripped me harder at the sound. His tongue licked and laved the slick slit between my thighs, dipping into my sex, seemingly ravenous for my taste.
And when that tongue lapped its way upward? When his tongue lashed at my clit, that sensitive little bead he’d discovered earlier this morning?
My eyes flashed down to him in disbelief, my back arching off the furs, hips rolling. Golden eyes looked back me. Kiran’s brows were pulled down—as if he couldn’t believe the pleasure of this—and those pupils flickered all over me, watching me, reading me.
All at once, that little ball of fear returned to me.
This is too intimate, I thought, and it felt like a scream in my mind. Too much.
I couldn’t let him do this again. Couldn’t let him inside again. But I wanted this. I wanted to experience this pleasure.
As a compromise, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, breaking his gaze. In that darkness, all I could feel was his tongue and his kiss. All I could feel was the pleasure he was expertly wringing from me, making my hips roll into his mouth, making him grip me harder to keep me in place.
I focused on the pleasure he was bringing me. Not on Kiran himself. Not on the gruff sounds he was making between my thighs or the way his tantalizing scent drifted through my hair, my nostrils, my skin.
“I need this every night. I need a taste of your cunt every night,” he growled, making me moan. “I swear on Kakkari, I won’t be right without it, seffi.”
Please stop talking, I pleaded with him silently, feeling my control begin to slip, the illusion I’d spun beginning to fade.
I could be selfish, couldn’t I? I needed this to be about me. Not him.
He groaned when I gasped. Because he lightly suckled on my clit and I swore that lightning struck my body when he did. My eyes flew open and I stared up at the ceiling of the voliki in disbelief, as the beginnings of a strong orgasm began to rise. Through the venting hole at the top, I could see the stars glimmering. It was a clear night, beautiful and calm.
When my orgasm hit me, I cried out, screwing my eyes tightly shut. Blood was rushing so loudly in my ears that I could only hear my own furious heartbeat. My hips rocked and rolled, feeling that tongue never leave me, feeling it lap at the essence that was leaking down my thighs. That tongue…all over me.
Kakkari help me, I pleaded, the thought clear and loud.
Because I didn’t think I would be able to survive this. Whatever this was.
Finally, it was over and I sensed Kiran moving. Rising. When I widened my half-lidded gaze, I saw him crawling up the bed, dragging me up with him so our legs weren’t hanging off the side.
He lowered his head again but I turned mine away, feeling his lips land on my jaw. A rough sound tore from his throat but he wasn’t dissuaded. He kissed a line down my throat, over where he’d bitten my neck this morning, and he added another mark there. A little collection, just for him.
I swore I felt my nipples tingle as he did, felt the pulsing of my previous orgasm continue.
His cock was thick and heavy against my naked belly. When he pushed his hips down, his cock seared a line from my sex all the way up past my belly button.
“I’m already wanting to lick your cunt again,” he growled, trailing his lips down towards my breasts. “Vok, I want your scent all over me. I’d bathe in it if I could.”
I swallowed, the wicked words making me squirm underneath him.