She jerked as his tongue licked through the swollen slit.
“You taste like pure nectar,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, low. “Sweet and hot as sunshine itself.”
Who knew her Del-Rey could be so damned seductive? She’d known he was, but not to this depth.
“Taste again,” she panted. “You might be wrong.”
She watched in anticipation as he smiled, flashed those wicked curved canines and licked again.
Her lashes fluttered. She was nearly lost. She was sinking into a whirlwind of sensation and she didn’t want to escape.
“Lay back, my coya.” He pressed her back until her shoulders were against the mattress once again. “Let me show you how I love your taste. How I love the sweet heat flowing from your body.”
Would she survive it? She didn’t think she would. The sensations racing through her were unlike even those first destructive times Del-Rey had taken her. This was deeper, hotter, it was filling parts of her that had never been touched before.
His tongue was like rough silk licking from the entrance of her sex to her clit. Stroking and lapping, little growls vibrating against her flesh as she tried to get closer, tried to get more.
She wanted to come. She needed to. It was burning inside her like wildfire searching for escape.
Anya spread her thighs farther, her heels digging into the bed as she arched to him. One hand went to his thick, coarse hair, the other to an aching nipple. Gripping it between her fingers she pinched and rolled the tip, her head thrashing against the sheets as pleasure rolled through her like a cataclysmic wave of heat.
“Fuck, yes,” Del-Rey snarled before he was licking her with male greed, his tongue pressing inside the desperate, clenching entrance of her vagina, thrusting into it as she cried out his name and begged for relief.
“Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Beg me. Beg me to take you, to touch you.”
He licked, stroked, his hands pressed beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her to his ravenous tongue. She felt it press inside her again, a slow, heated stroke before he licked at the juices easing from her and growled into the caress.
“God, I dreamed of this, prayed for this.” He kissed her clit again, flicked his tongue over the violently sensitive bud as Anya plucked at her nipple and tried to force his lips closer.
She was so close to release. Seconds from it if he would just let her have it. She could feel the pressure building inside her, tightening through her. The need licked over her flesh with nearly the same destructive results as his tongue licking through her sex.
“I need,” she cried out hoarsely, loosening his hair to bring her fingers to her other nipple, to increase the friction and the torturous sensations. “Del-Rey. I need.”
“Anya.” He kissed her thigh, ran his tongue over the flesh there before returning to the liquid center of her body. “Sweet and hot. My Anya. My coya.”
She arched as his lips covered her clit again, this time with the heated pressure she knew would send her flying into the oblivion she had once fought against. Now she raced toward it.
Increasing the pressure on her ni**les, she felt her breath catch as he sucked the bud into his mouth and drew on it seductively, as his tongue flickered over, around, heating it, spilling the mating heat on it, and then sending her screaming into orgasm.
She felt her upper body jerk upright. It wasn’t controllable. Her hands flew out, reaching for him, a thin, ragged wail leaving her body as pleasure exploded through her in a rush of sizzling energy.
And he caught her. His hands gripped hers, his gaze caught hers, as his lips held on to her pulsing clit and his tongue wrung every harsh explosion of sensation from her body.
She could hear his growls. She could feel them. She strained into his lips, her head tilting back as the world rushed around her in a dizzying display of color that left her shuddering in the aftermath.
Del-Rey eased her back to the bed, his hands stroking over her waist, her stomach and thighs, easing the violent shudders of her body as he slowly, regretfully released the swollen, throbbing little button of her clit.
He could taste her release on his tongue. Sugar and fire. Earth and air. He licked his lips as he pressed a kiss to her hip, then nipped the sweat-dampened flesh with his teeth.
He couldn’t wait. His head was filled with the taste of her, with the scent of her. It called to him, teased him, tempted him.
Moving over her, he gripped the base of his throbbing c**k with one hand. He’d spilled the slick pr**cum to the bed as she exploded beneath him. He was amazed he hadn’t shot every ounce of cum from his body as she screamed his name.
“I’m burning,” she moaned, her head twisting on the sheets as she stared up at him, panting for breath, perspiration dampening her forehead, her hair.
Her eyes were slumberous, brilliant in her flushed face as the mass of red gold curls cascaded around her.
“I’ll ease you,” he promised.