Page 108 of Citrine

"There's no need to worry. Just us two here," I reply, caressing his face.

I wrap my legs around him, staring deep into his eyes. All I do is touch him, and the desire in my body flares like a storm. The urge is uncontrollable, and the desire is reflected his eyes. It surges even more when he snakes his hand around my waist.

"Be gentle," I whisper to him as he bends to claim my lips.

He's rough without meaning to be, and far too gentle in other ways, but he's figuring it out.

He's learning to avoid scraping my lips with his teeth, although I know he enjoys the taste of my blood. His long green tongue makes kissing an adventure, wide, thick, slightly bumpy, and a massive overstimulation of the senses.

I pull away first. He lets me go as I dive back into the water, hydrating myself. He releases me, letting me catch my breath, the predator in his gaze as he roams his eyes over me.

A tentacle pulls me close, one of them flicking between my legs, more at each breast.

He pulls me in close, his face near my ear as he whispers. "I can taste how much you want me."

He has no reason to tell me he can sense my lust. I know he's doing this just to rile me up.

It is most definitely working.

His arm rubs on mine, softly, slowly, like he's trying to lather me up.

"Basta.You can be rougher. I won't break."

He moves behind me. "Kind hands."

Right. He is entirely dedicated to making sure he treats me as gently as I treat him. He mirrors so well that I'm scared of the changes I've seen. He's still cold and abrasive, but during these moments, he's as gentle as the lake current, sweeping me off my feet even though I'm resisting.

My heart is stuttering. I have to admit I'm moved. If this situation wasn't so weird, I would've already leaned into it, with more than just my body, at least.

I turn around to face him, leaning in to kiss him again. He doesn't refuse and our breaths blend as we steal each other's air, my tongue moving meekly under his overbearing tongue.

Kissingis his one exception to being rough.

It's hardly sweet, but goodness does it make the butterflies in my stomach frenzy.

His hands move from my waist to my chest. He seems drawn to them, like they're completely new. He traces his fingers from the nipple down to the base, sending shivers down my spine at how intentionally he's teasing me.

His teeth scrapes against my neck, his tongue teasing my collarbone.

"Can I taste you?"

I know I asked him to ask but this is just embarrassing. I barely nod my head before I'm flipped over and I feel the warmth of his face against my lower lips. His long tongue wraps around my clit, licking and tasting me thoroughly.

I can't get used to this pleasure coursing through me like lava.

"Wroahk…"

"Be patient," he echoes back, returning to driving me against a wall.

I feel my first orgasm build and with one last caress of his flattened tongue, my body almost evaporates as I reach mypeak. His tongue brushing against my clit as he licks me clean, elongates it and all I can do is latch on to him and let the feeling overwhelm me.

I don't think it's possible to have normal sex after something like this. There isn't a man in the galaxy who can satisfy me more.

My stomach grumbling stops him from going any further, his eyes already searching for a meal while I'm wishing he didn't stop. However, he cares more about my well-being before anything else.

"Whatever you catch, I'm not eating it raw anymore."

I can deal with being a pescatarian. It's a move up from being vegetarian, but since I need it to survive, I can make the change.

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