Page 26 of Kazmyr: Molten for Her
The moss writhed beneath us, responding to our combined body heat by releasing sweet-scented spores into the air. Each breath filled my lungs with warmth that tingled all the way to my fingertips. Kazmyr's hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging with gentle insistence until I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.
His gaze burned across my exposed skin, marks flaring bright enough to cast shadows. "Already mine," he whispered, more to himself than to me. One massive hand spanned my ribs, thumb brushing the underside of my breast with reverent care. "Your body sings for me."
"Then stop making it wait," I challenged, arching into his touch.
His eyes darkened, molten gold edged with something feral. Without warning, he flipped our positions, laying me back against the moss and covering my body with his much larger frame. The weight of him should have been crushing, but he balanced perfectly, using his elbows to keep from pressing too hard.
His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of heat that lingered on my skin. When he reached my breast, he paused, eyes flicking up to mine in silent question.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging demandingly. "Yes. Please."
The first touch of his tongue against my nipple sent electricity arcing through me. I cried out, back bowing off the moss as he worked the sensitive peak with careful attention. His mouth was impossibly hot, each swirl of his tongue sending fresh waves of pleasure straight to my core. When he introduced the gentle scrape of teeth, I nearly came undone.
"Kazmyr," I gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. "More."
He hummed against my skin, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. With efficient movements, he stripped them down my legs, the moss eagerly helping to tug them away.
Then his mouth was traveling lower, tongue tracing patterns across my ribs, my navel, the sensitive jut of my hipbone. His hands pushed my thighs apart with gentle insistence, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Like a flame caught in glass."
Before I could respond, his tongue swept along my folds in one long, deliberate stroke. The heat of it, so much hotter than human-normal, made me cry out, hands flying to his hair for purchase. He growled against me, the sound vibrating through sensitive flesh as he settled into his task with single-minded focus.
"Fuck," I gasped, hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue circled my clit. "God, Kazmyr, yes?—"
He didn't need further instruction. His massive hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me with methodical precision. Each stroke of his tongue sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me, building pressure that threatened to shatter me completely. When he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked, stars exploded behind my eyelids.
My climax hit with stunning force, tearing through me like wildfire. I cried out his name, body convulsing as he worked me through it, never easing his attention until the last aftershock faded. Only then did he raise his head, lips glistening, eyes blazing with satisfaction and hunger.
"Again," he commanded, voice rough with need. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth returned to my oversensitive flesh, tongue pushing inside me.
The second orgasm built faster than the first, cresting over me in a wave that left me sobbing his name. My fingers clutched at his hair, using it to guide his movements as I rode his face shamelessly. His ember marks flared brighter with each sound I made, lighting the chamber in pulsing gold.
"Kazmyr," I finally managed, voice breaking with need. "I need you. All of you."
He rose above me, obsidian skin gleaming in the light of his own marks. The cooling beads around his neck had gone completely dormant, no longer able to suppress his natural heat. His chest heaved with each breath, restraint clearly costing him.
"You cannot take all of me," he warned, voice strained. "Not yet. Your body?—"
I pushed myself up, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss that tasted of my own pleasure. "Let me decide what I can take."
His resolve crumbled visibly. With careful movements, he helped me straddle his lap again, my knees sinking into the moss on either side of his massive thighs. Only then did I get my first proper look at what I'd demanded.
His cock stood proud against his abdomen, larger than any human could possibly be, the surface etched with the same marks that decorated his skin. They pulsed in time with his heartbeat, molten gold against obsidian. At the base, a second protrusion swelling at the base.
My mouth went dry. "That's..."
"Too much," he finished, regret flickering across his features. "As I warned."
I wrapped my hand around the shaft, feeling it pulse against my palm, hot enough that I wondered if it might burn. His entire body went rigid, a strangled sound escaping his throat.
"I'll take what I can," I decided, positioning myself above him. "And work up to the rest."
His hands settled on my hips, neither helping nor hindering as I guided him to my entrance. The head of his cock pressed against me, impossibly hot and wider than I'd anticipated. For a moment, doubt flickered through me, but then I met his eyes, saw the raw need there, the careful control he maintained even now, and certainty replaced fear.
I sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched me beyond what should have been possible. I didn't remember him being this large last time. The ember marks along his shaft pulsed against my inner walls, adding a dimension of sensation I hadn't expected. Inch by careful inch, I took him into my body, my thighs trembling with the effort.
"Jenna," he groaned, fingers tightening on my hips. "Too much—you'll hurt?—"
