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The playful god in me rises up, curious about this woman who seems to desire me. I have been desired by many mortals, but from this quiet, shy one, it would feel like a gift.
She sits up fully and tugs me toward her. Perhaps I misjudged and there is more to this girl than meets the eye.
I swoop down and take her lips in mine quickly, so she can’t change her mind. I mean it to be a small peck, a light tease just to humor her—but the faint taste of her strikes a chord deep inside me. Her mouth responds immediately, taking my lower lip in hers, sucking on it gently, running her tongue across it like she has practiced this many times. How does she know just the way I like to kiss? My tail weaves around my side, drawn to her, entranced by her. It brushes down her hip, curling under the curve of her ass. She gasps and leans into it as she kisses me again, more forcefully this time, and her hands wind around my neck to draw me closer.
How does one woman taste so good? She’s like a summer honeysuckle, delicate and sweet, and I lower her to the bed so I can get a bigger gulp of her. She falls with me, her body easily molding to mine, giving underneath me in all the right places. Her hands roam up through my hair to my horns, as if she knows them, is familiar with them. I sense that her hands recognize me better than I recognize myself.
“Kireth,” she murmurs into my neck, and then she places a small butterfly kiss there. “I know what I want. I know what I need now.”
“And what is that, sweet girl?” I ask her, and the words glide off my tongue as if I’ve said them a hundred times before.
She smiles, peering at me from under long lashes. “You.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kireth
My whole body shivers. Somehow I know these are the words I want to hear, even if I don’t understand why. This plain peasant wants me, only me, and I find that I want her, too. I want to keep tasting her heady flavor, keep drinking in her lovely smell, keep exploring her effervescent body. If what she desires is me, then I will grant her wish, and perhaps it will grant mine, too.
I move my kisses from her plush mouth to her jaw, and when she tilts her head back, I drop to her long throat. Her back arches, pressing her breasts into my chest. My arms slide under her, keeping her anchored to me as I kiss her collarbone. I could simply eat her, bring her inside me, know her as I know myself. The enormity of this desire overwhelms me, and my hips slide across hers, my cock dragging against her thighs. She inhales sharply, and the mound of her pelvis rises off the bed to grind against me. I’m almost delirious with gratification that she lusts for me, too. This quiet creature is sensual and thirsty, as tantalizing as she is demure, and I sense these are only two sides of her many multitudes.
I would like to know more of them. Perhaps all of them.
My hands slide down over her pert rear, cupping it tight, making sure my length is nudging between her legs. Instinctively she spreads them for me, and now I need nothing more than to remove the starchy brown dress keeping us apart.
I draw back from her, and my mortal whimpers at our separation.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur in her ear as I grab the hem of her dress. I draw it up over her strong, creamy thighs, and she eagerly shifts on the bed to let me slip it up her body and over her head. Of course, there is more underneath—humans love to wrap up their bodies in so many pointless layers. But her hazel eyes never stray from mine as she peels off the last of her clothing herself, revealing her to me.
The soft globes of her breasts hang low on her chest, her nipples perfect pinnacles, taut with her arousal. My hands find their way toward them without my conscious command, as if they long to take those perfect breasts in my palms and lessen the burden. The woman’s eyes are hooded as my thumbs brush over just the tips of her nipples, and a wisp of a breath escapes her lips.
“Kireth.” My name on her tongue makes my hair stand up on end. “Please.”
I don’t need anything else. I seize her breast in my mouth, just over her rapidly beating heart, and smooth my hand across her belly toward the crux of her thighs. They open in anticipation. As my hand slips between them, she lets out a breathy moan. I drag my teeth over her nipple, one and then the other, before I dip into her soft heat.
I’m shocked by how wet I find her, how readily her body is already weeping for me, as if it knows what I plan to do. As I run the pad of my finger over her sensitive clit, her hips buck, and she moans lavishly underneath me. I swipe over it again and again as I suckle her breasts, relishing how her body reacts to every taste.
But the more I tease her, the more I find that I’m teasing myself, and I don’t know how much more I can stand. She hasn’t even touched me and yet my cock is drooling for her, wetting the fabric of my loincloth, as if my body already knows what it will find inside her and it wants for nothing else.
At last, I dip a finger into her opening, and she wriggles underneath me, eager and accepting. How smoothly I’ll fit inside her, I think, twitching at the mere suggestion. She is so small, so tight, that the squeeze of her around me could very well be my undoing.
I want to be undone by this strange mortal.
Her little hands reach down to untie my loincloth, and then my cock is free, sloping toward her in a way that I’m certain will fit perfectly inside her. I thrust my finger into her wet heat, testing her, opening her up for me, and her delicious gasps turn into thick moans.
It’s time to feel her for myself. Her hands wrap around my shaft, but I shake my head.
“No,” I tell her, withdrawing so I can move down her body to the wide gap of her thighs. “This is how you should feel me.”
She stares down at where I’m dripping my anticipation onto her soft cunt, then rapidly nods.
“Yes,” she agrees. “That’s how.”
I want to take her slowly. I want to test the waters, work her like an adventurer on a great quest. But as I pull her lower lips apart with the head of my cock, just circling her center, I’m not sure if I can.
“Do it,” she urges me. “Bring me there, Kireth. I want to go with you.”
Her body gives easily as I guide myself inside her, and she’s warm and slippery for me.
