Page 24 of Tavarr's Mate
The eroticism of the moment sweeps over me. His teeth clamp on my nipple and he gives a gentle tug that radiates through my body and travels deep to my feminine core. I become lost in sensation, and all the trappings of my past—the protective walls I’ve tried to erect and my memories of Vonn and Henry—vanish under Tavarr’s rough kisses and caresses. He works his way down to my stomach, his lips searing my flesh through the fabric of my gown.
I wish he’d undressed me already, so I could feel his lips on my bare skin, and I squirm underneath him in an effort to force my skirts above my knees. He gives me another bold stare and arches an eyebrow at me.
“Are you being naughty again, Katrina?”
My face heats and I shake my head. “No-no, I am being most agreeable, I assure you.” A bit of playful sass infuses my tone, and I give him a faux innocent look and squirm again, enjoying the banter between us.
He lifts both eyebrows this time and my pussy clenches so hard I almost come on the spot. I don’t understand why his stern looks make me so fucking wet, especially after all I’ve been through. Maybe it’s because I instinctively trust him and can finally be myself with a man, without fear of getting kicked or insulted.
I feel free and wanton, despite the fact that I very much don’t have a choice right now.
Tavarr has decided to claim me now, and he’s about to take what’s his by right of an archaic Kleaxian law that accompanies an intense biological force to mate.
In a flash of movement, he shifts off my center and pushes my skirts up, lifting my legs in the air and baring my ass and pussy to his gaze. He releases my wrists and grabs my ankles, then cups my naked bottom, caressing it first. I hold my breath, my backside tingling as I wonder if he’s actually about to spank me. Not a punishment spanking, but a sexy one.
“You’re mine, sweet human,” he says. “All mine.” Then he swats my right cheek, just hard enough to sting, and soon gives the same treatment to my left cheek. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to or I’ll turn this little bottom bright red.” He raises his hand in warning, giving me another deliciously stern look.
“You!” I gasp. “I belong to you, Tavarr.”
His hand lands, but not on my bottom. The tips of his long fingers sting faintly on my soaking pussy lips. The wet slap resounds in the room, making me blush profusely. A second later, he’s parting my folds and exploring the immense moisture hidden within.
“You’re very, very wet, human.” He slips two—or possibly three—fingers into my core and starts pumping slow but deep. Stars dance in my vision.
I move against his hand, yearning for him to swirl over my throbbing clit. I’m so near to oblivion, that I could probably come the instant he rubs once or twice over my sensitive nubbin.
“Do you want my cock here, Katrina, pounding deep into your tight little pussy?”
I release a desperate moan. That’s exactly what I want, but I’m not sure I can voice my needs aloud. I’ve never been good at dirty talk or asking for anything in bed.
Tavarr slaps my bottom and his gaze bores into mine. He keeps pumping his fingers into me as he holds my eyes captive in his dominant gaze, his dark purple depths gleaming with savage hunger. “I suggest you answer my question, sweet human.” He pumps faster, and the sound of the wet thrusts of his digits entering my core make me shamefully aware of the heightened level of my arousal.
“I…” Oh God. I can’t really say it. I can’t actually ask him to pound his cock into me. My face has never felt so hot and I glance away from his penetrating stare, unsure of why I’m suddenly so bashful. He obviously wants me as much as I want him and I shouldn’t be inhibited, but I’ve never taken any amount of lead in the bedroom, never once uttered my desires aloud, and my voice becomes stuck in my throat.
A dark smile turns his lips up. “Am I pumping my fingers into the wrong hole, Katrina?” He pauses mid-thrust. “Would you prefer I fuck you in the ass?”
Though I don’t think he’s seriously threatening to fuck me in the ass, the prospect is enough to finally force my reply.
“Please, um, please put your cock here,” I say, almost a whisper. “Please put your cock in my pussy and, um,pump deep.” The last two words are spoken so low I barely hear them, but luckily Tavarr seems pleased by my response.
He pulls his digits from my wet, aching center and places them at my lips. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He makes a tsking noise. “Clean my hand off, sweet human, and do a good job or you’ll be one very sorry little female.”
Without thought, I part my lips and lick my essence off his fingers, tasting the sweet tang of my own arousal. His eyes flash hot with lust and he inhales quickly as he watches me obey. Though he’s ordered me around a bit in bed so far, his manner is a mixture of loving, playful, and delicious dominance, and I’m not frightened in the least.
I want this. I want him.
The moment I finish cleaning off his fingers, he rips my dress off me, tossing the shredded remnants to the floor. Before I have time to catch my breath, he’s already naked, his boots, shirt, and pants thrown behind him to join with the pieces of my orange gown.
Naked, he’s as glorious a specimen of manhood as I’d imagined. His muscles gleam in the sunlight that enters through the open windows. Like all the Kleaxians I’ve seen, he doesn’t possess any body hair anywhere but his head. His thighs are thick as tree trunks, and as he comes to straddle me again, my gaze locks with his huge, erect cock. I gulp and wonder if it will fit, and I take deep breaths to calm my sudden nerves.
“Put your hands above your head, Katrina.”
I obey, and he then settles the dark red tip of his engorged length at the opening of my quivering pussy. Sweat trickles into my eyes and I blink against the burn, trying to focus on every moment of Tavarr’s claiming. He grips my hips and meets my gaze.
“Will you be a good girl and take every inch of my cock into your little human pussy?”
Oh my God. Does he have any idea how his crass words affect me? My nipples harden further and a new wave of heat rushes my center, making me moan and arch my hips to push my wetness against his cock. “Yes, Tavarr.” I flush once more. “I will at least try.”
He surges deep into my entrance, thrusting to the hilt in one harsh drive.
