me deeper inside. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I gripped her legs, wrapped them tight around my hips until they looped across my lower back. Her little feet brushed the base of my tail and I groaned.
And when I sunk into her again?
I went deep.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her guttural cry made me push forward harder.
Perfection.
Too good, came my desperate thought. Vok!
Then that control snapped. I growled, gripping her tighter, pounding my hips against her, once, twice, the energy inside me readying to give her everything.
“D-Davik?”
She sounds frightened. The thought sounded far away, echoing in my mind, trying to penetrate the thickened wall that had risen between reason and blinding, lustful need.
She should be frightened, was my next thought.
Chapter Twenty-Five
His eyes glowed when I said his name.
I hadn’t meant to. It had slipped out. Then a flash of anger had come over his face, that cold darkness that I had always sensed inside him.
My instinct was to use my gift to soothe him—but now that I knew he sensed it, I thought better of it. So, instead, I stroked my hand over his chest since he’d seemed to like it before.
He closed his eyes, shaking his head once, hard. As he did, he thrust deep into my body and my breath left me. It was rough, punishing. The pleasure mingled with the pain…but I didn’t like it. I wanted the Davik that had been present with me before, the one who had kissed me like he couldn’t not kiss me and whispered wicked things into my ear as his body stroked inside me. Not this angry male who was using his strength against me, not for me.
“Davik, stop,” I whispered, my teeth clenching after another thrust.
His eyes were glowing but I wouldn’t be cowed. Not about this. I held his name on my tongue and if he thought it had power then I would damn well use it.
It might’ve held power after all because he stilled inside me, his arms shaking on both sides of my head.
“You’re hurting me,” I told him, looking up at him. Maybe Dakkari females could take this roughness…but I couldn’t. My sex was still tender from when he’d first entered my body.
“Vok,” he hissed, his whole body tensed and tight.
A myriad of emotions passed over his face, his eyebrows drawn. He didn’t look at me—he squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if shamed. Then his forehead dropped down onto mine. I felt the way he trembled. I sensed the unleashed power and strength within him…but I also thought that he was trying to rein it back. For me?
He spoke something and if he hadn’t been so close, I might not have heard it. He said, “I want to be right for you, leikavi.”
My brows drew down. He felt my expression pull and he lifted his forehead away to look down at me.
Right for me? What did that mean?
Then determination stole over his expression. He pulled out of my body—gently—and I gasped when he flipped us over, changing our positions on his bed of furs.
I swallowed as he lifted me—as if I weighed nothing at all—and settled me across him so I straddled his hips.
My breath left me as I stared down at him, placing my hands on his wide, warm chest to brace myself.
“Like…like this?” I questioned, uncertain. “But…”
“I am yours to do with as you please,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips. Then, almost to himself, he murmured, “I can be right for you.”
Confusion mixed with my intrigue. Then I sighed when he ran his cock head between my legs, coating the tip with my arousal before swirling it around my clit. Swallowing, I felt that heat flare to life in my belly once more and I bit my lip, looking between us at what he was doing. Liking the sight.
With a half-lidded gaze, I looked down at him, spread out before me. His long, thick black hair was spread on the furs beneath him. His soft lips were downturned slightly, but then parted as he groaned, deep in his throat, when he briefly slipped inside me. The column of his throat was tense and tight, strong. I followed it down to his broad chest, to the scars and tattoos adorning it, to his flat dark nipples that I found myself wanting to kiss.
He was magnificent. And he was underneath me, rocking his hips as if needing to be inside me before he forced himself to still. Sweat