Page 28 of Pleasured By the Panther
Oh God, I can’t…
But he seemed to know what was wrong, and she was desperate for answers. She lay back on the bed and let her thighs fall apart.
“Good, very good,” Korrath murmured. “Now I’m going to examine your soft little pussy. Spread a little wider for me, lovely one.”
Miranda spread herself, blushing furiously as his soft, furred fingers slid between her thighs, parting her outer lips. Cool air kissed her wet, aching pussy, giving her a tiny bit of relief. But when she looked at Korrath, the expression on his face made her stomach twist into a knot.
“Is something wrong? Something bad?” she blurted.
He nodded, his expression grim.
“I’m afraid so. This is my fault.”
Miranda frowned at him.
“What? How could it be your fault?”
He looked up at her, his face filled with remorse.
“I encouraged you to open yourself to the pleasure blossoms. I didn’t know their secretions would bind so quickly with a human Second Heat.” His voice deepened. “Your body is rejuvenating too fast. The only way to ease it is to draw the secretions out—to wash them away.”
Her lips trembled.
“Wash them away? How?”
“Not with water, I’m afraid.” His gaze locked with hers. “Only Monstrum saliva can break the chemical bonds formed by the pleasure blooms. I must lick you, Miranda…your nipples…your pussy…all of you.”
Miranda felt a hot little flutter in her stomach.
“You… you want to put your mouth on me? Down there?”
“Yes.” His voice was a growl now, hungry and certain.
“It would be my pleasure to taste you…to pleasure you with my tongue.”
She couldn’t help thinking of Martin again—how he’d tried, half-heartedly, to go down on her early in their marriage. The way he’d pulled back quickly, muttering about how it was “gross,” leaving her ashamed for even asking. She’d never mentioned it again after that, and of course, he had never brought it up either.
But Korrath looked at her like she was a feast—like the idea of burying his face between her thighs made him ravenous.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“I… I don’t know…”
He leaned closer, his big body surrounding hers.
“Let me ease you, lovely one. Let me taste every drop of you.” His mouth ghosted over her aching nipple. “But first… these.”
Then he took her nipple in his mouth.
Miranda cried out as heat rushed through her. His tongue was hot and slightly rough—like velvet sandpaper rasping against her swollen peak. Sparks of pleasure-pain shot straight down to her pussy, making her hips buck.
“Ohhh!” she gasped.
Korrath sucked hard, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. His hot tongue circled her nipple, making her back arch. His big hand cupped her other breast, thumb circling the stiff point until both peaks throbbed with intense pleasure. He lapped and licked, his rumbling purr vibrating against her flesh.
Miranda’s hands clutched at his shoulders. Her head fell back as he switched sides, drawing her other nipple into his mouth and sucking until she thought she’d explode. Pleasure spiked through her, but it only made the ache between her legs sharper…fiercer…impossible to ignore.
“Korrath, please,” she moaned, squirming. “It’s too much—I can’t?—”
