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Violent aftershocks continued to ripple through me, turning me into a trembling mess beneath Karvik.
Without giving me a chance to breathe, Karvik’s long tongue darted out. The tip teased my entrance for a half a heartbeat, before delving inside where it flicked and swirled. He lapped up the evidence of my desire like a beast starved.
“Karvik!” I screamed his name, writhing in his grasp, trying to escape the mind-shattering sensations washing through me.
“Delicious,” my monster purred, tilting my hips to give his probing tongue better access. “More. Make more of this cream.”
I opened my mouth to explain that I couldn’t control it, but at that moment, his tongue found my clit, stroking it curiously. My body’s reaction was instant, and a fresh wave of wet heat rushed between my thighs.
Karvik moaned in delight, his thick tongue licking with wild abandon as he worked to discover every last drop. I was being eaten… and loving every second of it.
With each stroke of his flexible tongue, my desire built until it was like a living thing that demanded release.
When Karvik’s searching tongue once again found that overly sensitive bundle of nerves and began to lavish attention on it… it was too much, and I came apart.
“Karvik!” Clawing at the moss and dirt, I tried to keep myself grounded, while my body trembled.
Karvik gripped my hips tighter, hungrily devouring my slick heat as though it were a prize he’d won.
Lowering my hips to the ground, Karvik licked his mouth before gathering me into his arms.
Cradling me against his soft furred chest, his warm golden eyes stared down at me. In a low voice, he growled, “Mine.”
I might not have my memories, but I knew in my soul that I’d never experienced a climax like what Karvik had just given me.
No one had ever made me so wet or needy.
Man or monster, it didn’t matter to me.
“Yours,” I whispered.
Chapter Eight
Karvik
Nightdescendedupontheforest, a shroud of darkness that enveloped everything in its inky embrace.
I sat in the midst of the ancient trees, my senses alert to every rustle of leaves and prowl of a nocturnal creature.
Beside me, Juniper lay, her form nestled against mine, her breathing soft and steady. Her presence was a comforting anchor amid the turmoil I felt inside.
The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting dappled shadows across her features.
I couldn't help but watch her, my eyes tracing the delicate curve of her jaw, the rise and fall of her chest.
The darkness within me—the abyss that had defined my existence—remained at bay for the moment, but its absence only added to my confusion.
It was as if Juniper’s presence had the power to tame the relentless hunger that simmered within. I had spent centuries isolated from the world, a solitary creature of the night, and yet, her arrival had changed the very making of my being.
Shifting slightly, I adjusted my position so that I could better see her. Her green eyes were closed, but I could easily imagine the spark of curiosity and resilience that flamed within them.
She was such a fragile creature in a world filled with danger, and yet, she had defied my expectations at every turn.
As I gazed at her, the unexpected sense of protectiveness washed over me once more. It was a foreign emotion, one that I had long denied, but it had taken root deep within my being.
Juniper had become a part of my world, and I couldn’t deny the strange connection that had formed between us.
I reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face, my touch gentle despite my own reservations not to deepen our bond.
