Page 23 of Songbird
I carefully ran the pointed edge of my canines along the delicate skin of her inner thigh, a soft growl rumbling from deep within my chest. She trembled in response, her fingers weaving through the thick strands of my mane, pulling me nearer. Asoft chuckle escaped my lips, and the gentle vibrations of my laughter sent a cascade of goosebumps racing across her skin.
I traced my tongue slowly along the silky seam of her skin. She let out a sharp gasp as her hips instinctively rose to meet me, a reaction both raw and instinctual. The taste of her was intoxicating, sending a deep, aching throb through me. I ventured further, exploring every sensitive inch with deliberate, languid strokes of my tongue.
Her sex was slick and engorged, the little nub was pulsing with every heartbeat. I gently ran my tongue around it—a clit I believe humans called it—circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her tremble each time my tongue made contact. I drew it into my mouth and sucked gently, feeling her hips lift from the bed, her thighs tightening as she writhed beneath me, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Tarrick,” she moaned, her voice resonating through the room like a haunting melody.
The sound of my name on her lips turned my blood to lava and my heart pounded harder, as if echoing the fierce rhythm of a yearning that refused to be contained. I felt my tail tighten around her ankle, as if in that moment deciding to never let her go.
I growled softly against her skin, the low rumble reverberating through the room and causing her to shiver. My tongue darted inside her with deliberate intensity, echoing the rhythm of the desires stirring within me. Her body responded instinctively, her inner muscles tightening around me as her breaths turned into quick, ragged gasps, filling the air with palpable anticipation.
Her moans filled the room, her body shuddering with waves of pleasure as a rush of liquid flooded my tongue, her muscles clenching around me. The anticipation of entering herwas almost too much to bear, but I held back, savoring the taste and feel of her pleasure.
Izzy trembled uncontrollably, her shaking fingers desperately clutching at my shoulders as I eased up the bed. The sheets rustled softly beneath us as I settled beside her, drawing her against my chest. Her body quivered against mine, and I could feel the rapid beating of her heart. One of my hands slowly threaded through her hair, the strands slipping like silk between my fingers as I stroked her head in a calming, rhythmic motion.
“Are you okay, my Izzy?”
It took a few minutes for her to speak, and when she finally did, her voice quivered with a delightful tremor, each syllable shimmering with emotion. “I just... I didn’t know it was supposed to feel like this.”
“You should always have pleasure,” I whispered softly, allowing my lips to brush gently over her smooth, warm cheek. Her skin was as soft as silk beneath my lips. I hoped to dedicate my life to ensuring she experienced pleasure—not just occasionally but often and abundantly. It would be a delightful pursuit. I could spend hours between her thighs, just feasting on her taste alone.
I felt her hand glide slowly away from my shoulder, tracing a delicate path over my chest and stomach, the fabric of my tunic barely separating her touch from my skin. I hadn’t bothered to remove my clothes, even though Izzy lay completely naked in my arms, her skin warm and soft against me. Her fingers trembled slightly as they finally reached the waistband of my pants, her fingers fumbling with the silky drawstring.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t stop her attempts to undress me. Though she appeared hesitant to let her hands wander below my waist, there was no way she could miss the fact that I was hard and throbbing.
“Don’t we need to... you know?” Her entire body seemed to flush the same beautiful rosy color as her cheeks.
I gently halted her attempts to untie my pants, carefully lifting her hand and bringing her palm to my lips. I pressed a tender kiss against her soft, delicate flesh, letting the moment linger between us.
“We have all the time in the world, my sweet Izzy.”
A faint smile played at her lips as she nestled closer, laying her head gently on my chest. Her warmth seeped into my skin, and I felt the steady rise and fall of her breath slowly deepening into a rhythmic pattern, signaling that she had drifted into sleep. I wished more than anything that my words to her were true. That we had all the time in the world together, not just the fleeting hours until the conciliator arrived... but forever.
Chapter 11 – Izzy
I awoke gradually, my senses enveloped in a cocoon of comfort and contentment. Then, the vivid memories of the night before surged back, and a rush of heat bloomed across my cheeks. Though I wasn’t technically a virgin, my previous encounters had been pitiful at best, leaving me utterly unprepared for the pleasure I discovered in Tarrick’s arms. His touch and kiss had been electrifying, igniting sensations I never knew existed.
The lights had dimmed to a soft glow, creating an ambiance that mimicked the gentle break of dawn. A medley of scents enveloped the room. The sweet fragrance of flowers mingled with the lingering aroma of burned-out candles intertwined with Tarrick’s distinctive spicy male scent. There was another aroma, unfamiliar at first, but I soon recognized it as the heady scent of my own arousal. Tarrick lay next to me, his body entwined with mine beneath the blanket, a comforting tangle of warmth. He still wore the silky tunic and pants from the previous evening, the fabric shimmering softly in the muted light, while I lay completely bare, feeling the cool air brush against my skin.
Gently, trying not to wake him, I allowed my hand to glide over his chest, noticing something seemed different. Tarrick always appeared somewhat paunchy in his clothes, yet beneath the thin fabric of his tunic, his body seemed unexpectedly firm and muscular. Curious and delighted, I let my hands explorefurther, tracing the defined contours of his shoulders, the broad expanse of his chest, and the taut muscles of his stomach.
“Having fun?”
I let out a high-pitched squeak, my cheeks flushing as I jerked my hand away. “I thought you were asleep.”
Tarrick chuckled softly, a warm sound that resonated in the quiet room as he rolled onto his side to face me. His eyes sparkled playfully, and his smile was both tender and mischievous. One hand, strong and gentle, slid over the curve of my hip, holding me close. “Not for a while. I was just lying here enjoying holding you.”
“Oh.” I felt a pang of embarrassment but pushed it away, deciding I liked being held by him. I liked it a lot!
“How do you feel?” His chocolate brown eyes, warm and inquisitive, studied me with curious intensity while his hands embarked on a gentle exploration over my hip, gliding with a tender touch to the curve of my waist before retracing their journey back again.
I pondered the question. A slight soreness lingered from where I’d had to stretch my thighs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. Despite that minor discomfort, I felt remarkably well. In fact, I felt absolutely wonderful, as if a fizzy energy coursed through my veins, leaving me with a sense of contentment and vitality.
“I feel good,” I grinned at him, feeling my cheeks heat. “Really good.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Tarrick wrapped his arms around me, pulling me firmly against his broad chest. He leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a deep, lingering kiss, leaving me utterly breathless.
I ran my hands over his chest, enjoying the afterglow of having my brains kissed out. “You feel different,” I mused, letting my fingertips travel over his pecs.
