dotted his brow and I watched as he shook his head again. As if trying to forget something.
“Fuck me, Vienne,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. His Vorakkar command. His voice was dark and husky.
I shivered over him as one of his hands trailed to my breasts, rolling and brushing my nipples, stoking that fire that smoldered within me. He brought it roaring back to life again and I found myself wiggling over him.
My body knew what to do, had proved to me that I could trust it in matters like these. Davik hissed when I rose slightly…and then sunk down slowly onto his cock. When I felt tenderness, I pulled off, gave myself a moment, and then tried again…taking him deeper and deeper every time. I did that until I was seated fully on top of him...and he was growling and shaking beneath me.
There was a shimmering sheen of perspiration covering his chest once I was done. His eyes were a little wild but they didn’t hold that anger that had scared me before. As for me, I was rolling my hips back and forth, seeking that place that had felt so good.
I used his chest as leverage to rock on top of him and I gasped when I felt that sublime pleasure return to me, my fingernails curling into his flesh unconsciously.
It was a strange feeling…to have someone else in my body. As if I wasn’t entirely my own anymore. As if he owned a small part of me now and always would.
“Say it,” came his voice, penetrating my dazed, hazy thoughts.
I blinked down at him, trying to focus on forming words but even that seemed impossible at that particular moment.
“W-what?”
“Say it,” he commanded again. “I need to hear it.”
It hit me. I knew what he was asking for. What he wanted.
“Ahh,” I moaned when he thrust his hips up into me with only a hint of the roughness he’d wielded before…only this time it felt good. It felt right.
Licking my lips, I snapped my hips down. In my inexperience, it took me a little while to find a good rhythm but he guided me, using his hands to bring my hips down as he thrust up—until our bodies were working together in the most perfect way.
I’d never thought anything could feel this good.
“Vienne,” he growled.
I gave a soft cry when his dakke thrummed against me again. The connection was lost when I rose but I leaned forward—grinding down on him—until I found it again.
I was gasping, desperately trying to pull air into my lungs, when my eyes caught on his. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our abdomens were pressed firmly together and his dakke rubbed against me continuously.
“Davik,” I whispered.
His pupils dilated. His hips thrust up into me harder and I groaned. My breasts were bouncing between us, my nipples dragging across his chest with every thrust. My clit was tingling, his dakke firm and unyielding against it.
“Vok, you’re going to make me come!” he rasped, his expression fierce. He was losing control again. Even I saw that. He was slowly unravelling, his hips jerking up between my legs harder, his rhythm growing choppy. He was becoming stronger.
When we’d spied the Dakkari couple mating in the shadows of the mountain, what was it that he’d said?
“You see that?” he’d growled. “He’s losing control. He’s going to give her his seed. Her cunt feels too good. She’s clenching around him, squeezing harder and tighter like a vise.”
“Ohhhh, Davik,” I gasped, feeling that bundle of heat expand. My legs were beginning to tighten, my toes curling into the furs.
“Lysi! Come on my cock!” he ordered. “Let me feel you, leikavi.”
It was too much. His pace picked up between my thighs, which made his dakke thrum harder over me. All the while, he held my eyes, captured them so I couldn’t look away. My brows drew together, my whole body tingled.
And then that pleasure crested…and I began to fall with it.
My orgasm ripped through me, a harsh cry tearing from my throat. I spasmed around Davik, feeling too full with him.
Through the blood rushing in my ears, I heard his hoarse roar. I saw his eyes squeeze shut, his expression slackening, his lips parting. Then, between my legs, I felt his cock thicken further, rubbing against my sensitive, clenching inner walls. The friction was divine, acting to elongate my pleasure, stimulating it even more.