Page 113 of Joy Guardian

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me out of the tub. He was naked, save for the golden collar that he never took off because he claimed his life’s purpose never changed. Except that now, I was his one and only Joy. And he would forever be my Guardian, keeping me safe and well.

Tenderness overwhelmed me. The warmth of love wasuncontainable, flooding my chest. I could scream to the world how much I loved this man. But all I had to do for them to know was to share the joy of my love with them.

“So, no one will know how I look naked or how much I love that thing you do with your tongue, right?” I teased as he laid me on the velvet padded lounger and dried my skin with a soft towel.

“That thing I do with my tongue will remain our secret forever, sweetheart, as will the many other ways I make you scream and writhe in pleasure.”

“I don’t really scream, do I?” I asked, unsure.

“Oh yes, you do. You also moan, groan, and whimper. And make those sweet, little mewing noises, the sex kitten that you are.”

My face grew hotter with every word he spoke.

“Well, if I makeyouscream today, the whole kingdom will get to taste my joy at hearing you moan and ‘mew.’”

“Can’t wait.” He leaned closer, lowering his lips to mine.

His muscles relaxed under my touch, and he moaned into our kiss.

“You’re really feeling it, aren't you?” I whispered in awe. “You’re feeling joy all on your own.”

He nodded with a hard swallow, then guided my hand down his chiseled abs to where his mating cluster emerged. His feelers reached for my hand, and I wiggled my fingers over them.

“I feel it all, my sweet. And it isn’t like the mating fever,” he said. “There is no pain, only desire. The most delightful kind of it.” He kissed the side of my neck. “What will you have now, my goddess? Dessert? Massage?”

“You,” I said quickly.

He hummed in approval, spreading my legs. Impatient, I thrust my hips up toward him. He ducked his head between my thighs and dragged his hot tongue over my throbbing clit.

My hips bucked with a jolt of pleasure. He hummed against me, the soft vibration spreading warm arousal through my entire body.

I stretched languidly, fully surrendering to his touch. He dipped his tongue inside me, reaching for that spot that made me “mew” with need. I sank my fingers into his hair, teasing his black, silky locks out of their leather tie.

His tongue moved lower still. Lifting my legs to his shoulders, he licked down between my butt cheeks to the spot we hadn’t explored yet.

“What are you doing?” I tensed.

“Caressingeverypart of your body.”

“Alright…um…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

He waited for my answer with one thumb gently stroking my clit and the other one pressed against my back opening.

I knew Kurai would never do anything I didn’t enthusiastically agree to. He didn’t need his tendrils to know how I felt, and he would stop the moment I told him to. He would never intentionally make sex painful or degrading to punish me. Those horrors were now firmly in my past, and my past no longer held any power over me.

“No. Don’t stop.” I relaxed my muscles, allowing him to touch me everywhere.

He dipped his finger into one of the oil vials he’d prepared for my massage. The sweet scent of vanilla and honeysuckle filled the air. It reminded me of Kurai’s scent when he came—simply delicious.

The gentle thrumming of his thumb against my throbbing clit never ceased, ever so subtly spurring my desire higher and higher. Then he slipped the oiled finger of his other hand into me from behind.

“Let me enjoy you in every way, my sweet. Let me worship you like the goddess you are,” he murmured, massaging and stretching the rim of my back entrance while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Wait…” I panted between the swells of pleasure that left me breathless. “I want you… In me, Kurai. Please…”

He didn’t make me beg for long. Kissing up my belly first to my breasts, then to my lips, he pulled himself up my body. His cluster tickled between my legs, then his feelers wiggled inside me, stroking all my sensitive places on their way. One of them strayed to the back, followed by a couple more, all trying to fit inside me one way or the other.

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