Page 18 of Taken By the Storm King

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses along my collarbone. His hands skimmed my sides, learning every curve. His fingers traced beneath my breast, and I arched instinctively toward him.

He took the invitation, cupping my breast as his mouth moved lower. The first stroke of his tongue against my nipple had me gasping. The texture was unlike anything I’d felt before - slightly rough, like velvet, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh god,” I breathed as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak.

He hummed against my skin. “I haven’t even started yet.”

His mouth moved to my other breast while his hand kept working the first, rolling and plucking until I was squirming beneath him. Every brush of his scaled fingers sent new waves of sensation through me.

He kissed his way down my stomach, nuzzling into the soft skin below my navel. My hands found his hair, threading through the silky strands as he moved lower.

The first brush of his tongue between my legs had me crying out. The texture that had felt amazing on my breasts was absolutely devastating here. He growled, the sound vibrating against me, and pressed closer.

“Thalassar!” My back bowed off the moss as pleasure crashed through me. But he didn’t stop - if anything, my response spurred him on.

My thighs trembled around his head as another peak built. One of his hands stroked up my leg, scales dragging against sensitive skin. When his fingers joined his tongue, I shattered.

He kept going, drawing out my pleasure until I was limp and gasping. “So responsive,” he purred, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. “So perfect.”

I reached for him, wanting to touch, to taste. But he caught my hands, pressing them back against the moss.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “I’m not done with you.”

His tongue slid through my folds again, and I moaned. Everything felt oversensitive, but the pleasure was building again already. The textured strokes of his tongue sent jolts of electricity up my spine.

My fingers dug into the moss as he worked me higher. The alien sky above blurred, stars dancing behind my eyes. All I could focus on was the hot slide of his tongue, the careful scrape of scales against my thighs, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

When I came again, it was with his name on my lips and his satisfied growl vibrating through me.

I lay there panting, staring unseeing at the strange constellations above. My body hummed with satisfaction, but I could feel his restrained power as he moved up to hover over me.

“Lucy.” His voice was strained. “I need...”

I tilted my face up to meet his, tasting myself on his tongue. “Then take.”

His growl this time was pure predator.

The aftershocks of my climax still pulsed through me, leaving me breathless, my skin hypersensitive to every shift of the cool night air. Thalassar hovered over me, his black eyes molten with hunger, his broad chest rising and falling in restrained breaths.

“Lucy,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

I reached for him, trailing my fingers over the smooth, scaled planes of his torso. He was warm, solid, utterly mesmerizing---and completely in control, despite the tension coiled in his muscles. He was holding himself back. For me.

The realization sent another wave of desire through me, but beneath it, something else stirred---a quiet voice in the back of my mind, a flicker of hesitation.

I wanted him. That wasn’t in question. But this was more than simple need. This was stepping into something unknown, something I could never take back.

Still, I whispered, “Show me.”

His gaze darkened. With deliberate slowness, he reached for the fastening at his waist, and the last barrier between us slid away.

And my breath stopped.

Where I expected to see the familiar evidence of his desire, there was only smooth, scaled skin. Confusion flickered through me, but before I could speak, a hidden slit parted along his lower abdomen. From within, his cock emerged---thick, ridged, utterly alien.

Heat curled low in my belly. The ridges along his length flexed slightly as if reacting to my attention, and I swallowed, my pulse thudding in my ears.

Then, a second cock slid free, slimmer than the first, but still just as textured.

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