I have the urge to fill your cunt with my cock, wanting to drive so hard that I worry about hurting you? Of course. But have I wanted to do that with any of the other humans I met, however briefly?” I shake my head. “I craved you from the first moment I saw you. The sensual curves of your body enticed me just as much as the stubborn tilt of your chin, along with the gleam of determination in your gaze. You’re a survivor, a fighter, and that may be your most beautiful quality.”
She blinks several times, and I wonder if I’ve accidentally switched to my language, the one only used by us Nightwalkers. I’m just about to repeat myself when Giselle leans down and presses her lips to mine.
Her bold behavior takes me by surprise, but that is quickly overridden by my desire for her. I kiss her back, not hesitant in the slightest but also absorbing the newness of sensation. She curls her fingers in my shirt, and I remove my tail from her neck so I can hold her face between my palms. Like I suspected, her mouth is sweet and warm, and I take my time to taste every part of it while wrestling with my need to be inside her. She may have initiated contact, but she has yet to offer consent.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t coax her to.
I have never kissed a female, not seeing the point when all I needed was a willing cunt. My sexual episodes were more businesslike and a trade of pleasure where no affection was given or received. Well, not on my end.
But this kiss with Giselle? It reveals a level of intimacy I did not know I wanted. And more than that, I need it.
Her lips soften against mine, and I inwardly groan at the small act of surrender. The passion is there, but she’s letting me take the lead even though she’s the one who initiated the kiss. It’s not until I’ve explored every contour and texture of her mouth and lips that I finally release her. She is slow to open her eyes, as though still in a dream.
“You’re really good at that,” she murmurs.
I sweep my thumb over her cheek, and when she leans into my touch, I almost slam my mouth to hers. “I am a quick study.”
This revelation withdraws her from a state of surrealism, and she wrinkles her face. “No way.” Her gaze flares with disbelief when I nod to reinforce my statement. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”
“Technically I have now.” With a grin, I tighten my grip on her face. “When I say that, I’m referring to only your mouth, but there are other places I have yet to kiss…”
Her breath hitches, and it’s the most enticing sound. I watch as her pupils dilate, the reaction brought on by my words. At this point, I have to breathe deep to keep from shredding her clothes from her body in order to have immediate access to all of her. However, I do extend a single claw and hook it into the neckline of her dress, slicing into the material a couple inches.
“Let me,” she says.
After I remove my hand, Giselle is quick to shed her clothing, and as much as I would have loved to do it myself, seeing her body revealed to me in agonizing increments is a wondrous torture I am glad I did not miss. Her hair comes loose when she pulls the dress over her head, and it spills onto her creamy shoulders and drapes across her breasts as they sway with her movements. Upon seeing her nipples, I know for certain they are what I want to kiss next.
I splay my hands on the small expanse of her back and pull her to me until I’m able to wrap my mouth around a rosy peak. She grips my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin while I lavish attention on her nipple. It pebbles against my tongue, and her moan grazes my ears. Is there a more alluring sound than that?
Only a scream as a result of her orgasm could be better.
Giselle lets her head drop as I continue to suck and lick, nibble and fondle. Her sharp intake of breath stills me. Have I caused her pain?
“Oh my God, Korix,” she pants, her warm breath skimming my face. “Do that again.” Before I can deduce what she is referring to, Giselle grabs the