Page 19 of Taken to Nobu
“Kiki,” I hiss, refusing to call her human or by any other name if she does not find pleasure in it. “You will look at me when I mount you.”
She flicks her gaze to mine, breathing hard. I make the pleasure expression and bite down on the inside of her thigh. She chokes out a mewling whimper and I cannot help the Xanaxana from rattling through my entire chest, threatening to tear me apart from the inside.
In a tone so gruff it is nearly indiscernible, I ask her, “I am eager to taste you. Do I have your permission?”
She nods and breath jerks into her lungs, making the dark-tipped mounds on her chest bounce and jiggle. These mounds are so very soft, and with no plates covering them, seem so precious. I feel at a loss, wanting and wishing to explore them with tongue and hands…perhaps even placing my xora between their fullness and using them to pump seed all over her ioni skin… The thought is a pleasure as much as a torture to me. I need to feast.
I lick her slightly and her eyes roll back. She wavers, falling onto the furs but I nip at the skin above her hip, making her jerk. “Kiki, what did I say? You will watch me as I bring you pleasure.” I place my hand on top of her lower stomach, just above the thatch of her glistening curls. Then I push up, pulling the skin away from her mound and further exposing that small little nub she found so much delight in earlier.
She moans so loudly I am startled. Startled and pleased. I splay her thighs apart with my hands until the point I feel them resisting. She moans louder and whispers, “Harder.”
“Repeat yourself.”
“Harder” she says, clearing her throat.
I spread her legs until I am sure I cause her pain and then pull back, but she says, “Don’t. It feels…it feels…”
“I will not bring you pain.”
“You won’t.”
I make the pleasure expression.My Xiveri mate knows me. And I cannot help myself. “You will give me your answer.”
“What…what answer?”
“You will tell me that you want me to taste you.”
As I wait, I feather light licks across her folds, delving between them to taste more of her essence. “I can’t admit that…I can’t.”
“Then I will stop my wetting of your mound,” I say, and I do.
“Oh stars…fuck,” she curses, hands fisting the zyth fur below.
“That is not an answer,” I say, pleased.
She groans and kicks her feet, “Yes, I want you to kiss it. Please.”
“You need your Xiveri mate.”
She hesitates, and then releases a tiny, strangled, “Yes.”
“You need me.”
When she does not answer, I pull back even more. I glance up at her and she has her eyes shut. “Kiki, do not make me repeat myself again.”
Her eyes open slowly and she meets my gaze. She looks fevered and wild and in pain. My xora feels so sensitive the slightest stroke of the zyth fur against it sends electricity firing through me. I understand her pain, but before I can save either of us, I need her to tell me.
“Tell me you need me.”
Water fills her gaze again. She reaches one hand for her chest mound and kneads it in a way I find mesmerizing. I blow very lightly onto her dripping core and her head kicks back on a gasp and when she returns her gaze to mine, I see the resolved set of her jaw.
“I need you,” she says and I dive forward, mouth latching onto her mound.
I lathe her little nub with my tongue and I realize that with my tempo and touch and speed I cancontrolthe writhing of this little warrior’s body. I know then that Kuaku was violently wrong. Because my Xiveri mate receives pleasure from me and it makes me feel powerful. More powerful than all my titles, all my lands, all my rights.
When I slow, she moans deeply, when I quicken, her fingers clench and her back arches. When I nibble the folds of her lips, she cries out to the stars. And then when I worship her little nub, she shatters. Her whole body shivers and shakes and I see liquid prick the corners of her eyes and drip down her smooth, curved cheeks.
Curious to see if this liquid tastes as good as the rush of salty, sticky cream that has spilled from between her lower folds, I finish lapping up the moisture at her thighs, careful to devour all of it hungrily, before prowling up the length of her. She is so beautiful. Lying there, arms splayed to either side, utterly defenseless and so vulnerable, ready and ripe for the taking. I reach a hand forward and sink it into the depth of her thick, rich curls. Her eyes are open, blinking slowly up at me.
